Blood On Da Rug chords by Brotha Lynch Hung
Verse 1
Em
G
If you had to do it all over again,
Em
would you make the same choices?
Left his blood on the rug, evidence
Could've been mine or his,
so I've been stressed out ever since
Left him on the concrete
with his head split
Found out where I live by this,
by this punk bitch
Knowing it's about to crack
like an endosack
I'm hella fucked up,
soaked with the heat, I could miss it
Peek out the window, waitin',
ran out the endo
Shakin' niggas like
Barry
G
Em
Sanders, cause they weak
They weak, hella weak
G
Em
And I'm at my peak, when I'm buckin' at the end of me,
it's like ten of me
Choppin' down trees, twistin' up leaves,
bout to make niggas believe
G
Off the hook like a fish with his lip cut,
Em
get away, got away, rip gut
Hit him up with enough lead stuff
to turn him into a magnet
G
Em
Body in a drag net, keep my dickies saggin',
blue flaggin'
Body draggin' down the street
to the end of the creek
And see who you seekin',
G
creepin' through the grass
Of the garden stick hard,
Em
and I be draggin' on a
Garcia
Vega
With the green flavor neighborhood,
G
Em
make a break through the spot
G
Em
And fuck a hoe,
a lot of niggas don't know
But it's lose a ho, gain a ho,
so bruise a ho, who's to know?
If you don't follow me up,
I'll leave your body in the back of the 8 -4 cut
I'm chopped up,
look through my window at night
G
Em
You can get glass in your eye,
after that your ass gon' die screamin'
That's no lie, you be passin' me by
G
Em
G
It ain't night un til I come out with
Em
the mini -Mac and attack like a pit bull
Off that dumb shit you pulled,
I'm talkin' bout
I left his blood on the rug, evidence
Could've been mine or his,
so I've been stressed out ever since
Left him on the concrete
with his head split
Found out where I live, by this,
by this conk, bitch
Knowin' it's about to crack like an endosack,
I'm hella fucked up
Soak up the heat, I commit,
peek out the window, waitin'
Right after the endo, shakin' niggas like
Barry
Sanders
Cause they weak, I mean they weak,
hella weak
G
Em
Nigga, I know, gotta roll like dough,
blow the hole
East side in the smithereens,
leave it all to bloody river streams
G
Em
You niggas didn't give a fuck about me
So I left you stranded on the
Titanic
Don't panic, you just need some fuckin' heat,
fuckin' with me
G
Em
Nigga it's like fuckin' your mama,
nigga it's right in front of your face
Nigga it's drama, makin' your face,
takin' your place
G
Nigga you weak, weak as fuck,
mothafucka duck
Em
Rap real cut, she's tryin'
to get away from me
And my
AP let me know when
you had enough
G
Cleanin' up these streets,
Em
gettin' rid of these hoes and foes
G
Bm
G
Em
And you can see me in my blue clothes,
sittin' on trues and voes
And I'm waitin',
G
Em
see me on the street and you ain't got nothin' to say to me
Well fuck you with two
dicks and a 4 -5th
Smoke you like a bombshell,
G
suck blood from my mom's tits
That's how sick,
Bm
I got that gangster disease
G
Em
I be lovin' to bring
them to they knees
Bm
G
Make me nut like semen, semen,
like a demon when I red beam him
Em
Seen him with the
AP eating up human beings,
I left his blood on the rug
Evidence, could've been mine and his,
so I've been stressed out ever since
Left him on the concrete with his head split,
found out right there by this punk bitch
Knowing it's about to crack like an endosacrum,
hella fucked up
So with the heat I commenced,
I peek out the window, waitin'
Ran the endo, shakin' niggas like
Barry
Sanders
Cause they be weak, hella, hella weak
Them niggas that wanna
G
Em
empty out my chess plate
G
Em
I hit em with fury and make em go
sickly from the snake bite
G
Em
Parasite, you ain't tight
Try to fuck with a nigga to get right
G
Em
End up in a pit bull fight
G
Trust me my trusty, heat is rusty
Em
G
Waiting for the scene to get dusty
Em
And all you see is just me
G
Em
Standing like the last man standing
But I ain't no
Bruce
Willis
G
Em
Manic, depressive, and restless
I'm a hog about my juice, feel it
G
When I plug you with the tech
Em
Ghetto chef, cut them niggas up like
David
Caress
Welcome to your own death when
G
the funk was on your nigga crep
Em
G
Em
Like a spider,
denied her of her life
Then added all up inside her,
G
I kissed the bitches and made them switches
Em
Get you for all your riches,
in the backyard I'm diggin' ditches
G
Em
Tend to act hard an d get your lips split
G
My weapon got the chrome dip like
Em
Scottie
Pippen
G
Em
I'm dippin' from long range,
G
and I'm up a part of the gang
Em
I left his blood on the rug
G
Evidence, could've been mine and his,
Em
G
Em
so I've been stressed out ever since
Left him on the concrete
with his head split
G
Em
Found out where I live by this punk bitch
Em
Knowin' it's bout to crack
like an endosacrum
Hell, I fucked up,
so I was thinkin' I commenced
I peek out the window, waitin'
Ran off the endo, shakin' niggas like
G
Barry
Sanders
Em
G
Cause they weak, hell,
I'm weak, them bitches
Em
be weak, weak
Blood On Da Rug
Brotha Lynch Hung
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