Brotha Lynch Hung Refuce 2 Looze Lyrics

Featuring D-Dubb]
Chorus(Lynch and D-Dubb)4x
I re-fuse to lose
f___ them 22's
I got an AP 10 and a throwaway Tech 9
So you know you can't f___ with mine
(Verse1)
(Lynch)
If I was standing in the dark letting my nine spark
(D-Dub)
Maybe in the morning, m_________ers might feel me yet
(Lynch)
It's that nine tech n____ that got them m_________ers tore up
As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut
Talking about
(D-Dub and Lynch)
What the f___ you smoking on?
(Lynch)
All dome as the chronics got me gone
n____ it's on
On 'til the slugs come out
(D-Dub)
At night I do my murder red rum so tight
(Lynch)
I'ts the third strike n____
So now I'm aiming up at your dome
'Bout to make your brain split and hit the Fleetwood Brome
I'm like Richard Chase, mixed with Al Capone
If you want some ripgut s___ n____
Yeah, I got it sewn
So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the tech chrome
And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new dome
A criminal minded n____ that gots tefs in his nine
So head to the East side, 'cause it's red rum time, n____
Chorus 4x
(Verse2)
n____, it's that-Sac of Indo-Killafornia State of mind
Where n____s put their gangster gear on, and bend corners
In a Chev 69
Wire rims
You can't see
With their neighborhood flags and their black Carthart beenie
I'm like Genie
As I swoop through the hood and get up to no good
And I wish you would
Test my tech, 'cause n____, it loves to take out necks
And empty backs out, so I max out
350 on the black top
More smoke than chronic smoking
Loced out sherm, classic perm
In my ashtray, there's always a roach
Hit the left lane in case one times approach
I got, 5 warrants and some '89 tags
17 in the clip of my, auto mag
I'ts sad
I gotta watch my back, 'cause these n____s wanna throw me up in a
black
leather sack, and throw me over their back
But f___ that
Why you think I got extended clips
'Cause I'm so high, most of the time
I just can't miss, n____
Chorus 4x