Intro: In a world of missori where in this three planets collide, Brotha Lynch, Dilame, Tech N9ne bring you along for the ride... [Brotha Lynch] Wait
[Brother KT] Praise God my brother Forgive me father right now As I'm askin great blessing in favor right now for this man of God Lord, you know the direction
Craven] Born in the basement of Bizzle* Brought to life by Icey Rock and Tech N9ne The many faces of madness I bring to you, the NNUTTHOWZE! [Hook x2
I cope with life When things aint goin right I'm frustrated Fuck you for judging me Mind yours and let me be Why can't you niggaz see I'm frustrated [Verse 2
my mothafuccin' daughter at Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter at I know she wonder's where her father's at (X2) I tried to commit.... (Verse 2) Life
Chorus: repeat 2X Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way [Verse 5: Brotha
repeat 2x Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's e-b-k Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way Verse 5: brotha lynch You
rise up out my casket/ [Chorus] I'm liquer sicc and I just might lose control/ So load yo clips, loccs, 'cause we ridin for my folks x2 [Brotha Lynch
THIS CALIFORNIA SUNSHINE ONE NINE KILLA FOR HIGHER FUCK MONEY SOMETIMES CHORUS 2X VERSE 3: I LIVE A LIFE OF A MOBSTA JUST TALKIN MONEY EATIN LOBSTA AND LIFE
ya fuckin dick perm Brotha lynch hung (with sicx): Niggas on the triple bout it muthaphukkin broke ass bitch, whos in it (the triple sicx), and brotha
2) Nigga now I shit lyrics, but I can't use 'em, have your son Tripping brotha lynch hung loopin', They be off that bottle talkin' 'bout, "brotha
Its a must that I bust any strap you hand to me it's inherited it runs in the Family nigga in the town got pounds of beef threaten a niggas life make
vest I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out Verse 2 Now it started back
2, i could take out some of yo teeth n 4 da rest of my life have beef, n u know what i do with meat. known 2 cheat, creep from da bacc of da caddilac
Nigga welcome to your own death (BUCK! For them who don't know bout loc to da brain Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is the game) x2 So
the neck Real gettas we buy guns When the shit get funkadelic Bound to hit you wit the ?? gun Shots to the abdomen Death becomes ??? [Verse 2] We tore
a thang changed And I lost my brotha in the struggle, Tata Head done lose his mother And I'm thinking if I lose mine who gone raise my brothas Not to