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Welcome 2 Your Own Death chords by Brotha Lynch Hung

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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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As I bail through the
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woods of the southside
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C
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Terrors on nine milli chrome
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kill alone cause I trust no snitch
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When I peel a dome and bail
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Gone like hell right through the do
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I'm rollin' a fat sack of red boogy boo,
nigga ooh
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C
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Watch me bail nigga but you
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don't see me though
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Cause I'm rollin' fat sacks in
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the back of my vehicle
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But takin' a puff of the dank stuff
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C
and enough that double
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O- A- E dooz me
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I'm slowly loadin' up the oozy
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Well now who's he
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C
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C
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Well it's that dead motherfucker doe
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Well whatcha know comin'
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through with that murder mo
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And I heard you know now whose been
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C
bustin' up on the garden block
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You either give up the information,
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nigga I get shots, so nigga nah WHAT!
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I guess you want to dose of this milla
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Twenty- four shots from
that mommas baby killa
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Nigga mack hustla,
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C
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C
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cap busta, infact I'm just a mack ten
Bustin' em at your chin be
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fore I crept nigga
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Welcome to your own death
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Verse 2
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Chorus
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x6
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Dm
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Nigga welcome to your
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own death
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Verse 3
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(BUCK! For them who
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don't know bout loc to da brain
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Them got them nine millimeter strap and true is
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Bm
C
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the
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game) x2
Verse 4
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So niggas miss my sicc
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Some niggas don't know me,
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C
niggas don't know my click
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That O- loc- double- see- O- G
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rip gut canibal type of shit
Plus many more caps bust
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Anymore sacks to roll up,
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we need that high back
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So niggas done load them nins and
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pull them high jacks
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And lie back in the cut and roll
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C
another fat one up
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Tack one up for loc to the brain
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Them niggas that really
don't give a fuck
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Around and get buck,
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C
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shot it up and dump in a truck and left in a cut
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So nigga now whatcha gon do with
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a mini mack ten ten at yo gut
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Plus niggas nuts and guts
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C
is what I rips for
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Creepin' up in a six four impala
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Mobbin' a loots all up to make you
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vomit from the raw gut cause
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C
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Nah what I do is let my
nine do the talkin'
Leavin' you walkin' to
your funeral low
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Diggin'? yo smoke from the mack 1- 0
I had ya pussin' just in case
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I got me a mack eleven for your face
that's leavin' no trace
Caps leavin' a gate and puttin'
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C
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holes in a niggas neck
So watch the reeper when I
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creep crept
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C
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Welcome to your own death
Interlude 1
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E
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Chorus x6 When I hit the
Verse 5
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block with a nine
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Them fools better be duckin'
My nigga duck got out the car and started
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buckin' at niggas runnin'
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untraceable gage shells
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Only worriers goin' to hell
And 5- 0 they just can't swoop
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See cause we mobbin' too well
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Bm
C
My murder file done pile more
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than a nig ga expected
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See cause have of the city of Sac
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still ain't accepted
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That I'm a pack and when I'm
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sweated I'ma put in work
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Cause my O- T told me why Je
sus got to kick up some dirt
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Bm
And I'm tired of warnin' a
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motherfucker about a nigga like me
When it's hard to believe
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the nine millimeter comin' out my
pants gonna make you dance
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C
See that's the city and it's
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making a motherfucker stress
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Gotta watch your back like 24- 7
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unless you want to be livin'
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the rest of your life
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E
Up in a cemetery die nigga die
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you'll repeat until you're buried
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That nine millimeter givin'
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no motherfuckin' respect
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Up on your back with your
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last breathe
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Welcome to your own death
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Chorus x6
Outro 1
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