ice in my watch,
still can make time stop
I can make rhyme pop
like Paco's back on his block
And I can do without these cocksuckers
They not hustlers pushing bullshit rap
To the public that's not bub bling
And I'm not struggling, homie,
I told you fuck that I'm now weak but y 'all ain't listen,
so now cuzz back
Soon as them cuffs crack
an d I was released
I put word back on the streets
like I had cracked by the peace again
Back on the streets again,
hollering at folks
That I ain't seen in some time,
they still hustling though
Still on the day -to -day grind,
so I bring them to whole
Through every word, through every line,
I try to teach them to cope
Without crossin' that line
or gettin' hung by the rope
See it's a hard job to shine,
I stay cloudy and smoke
And I ain't never had a job,
so ain't no ice in my rope
But y might catch me shotgunnin'
a vibe with all my lopes
We representin' to the fullest,
homie, y 'all know that
Coppin' the sack till
the wheels go flat
Bow down, amen, start givin' up
Stay down when you hear the
motherfuckers shout
We representin' to the fullest,
homie, y 'all know that
Coppin' the sack till the wheels
go flat
6 in the morning, police at my door
Chris, weppin sneakers
across the bedroom floor
Yes, got the philly about the
bedroom drawer
Bless, niggas quick treat
em like a bedroom
I'm about to dare two more,
and I hop out the glass house
And I pop out the Mac 90,
and yeah, and I'm back out
And no, they can't find me
Hopping out the hiney of
a seven -deuce grimy
Try me, it's about to be
a freaky Friday
Packing heat in the IV
Sick of the syphilis dick,
hit the strip eating the fried meat
Then when I hit the grips,
let you live quickly and kindly
And smash off white smoke behind me
And I hope they find me
Cause nigga I'm a mother
fucking rider
And this year, enemy niggas
about to get rid of Lynch
I'm the sickest nigga to get
with this since 93
Spitting on the Michael's
bloody teeth,
y 'all niggas ain't fucking
We represent it to the fullest homie,
y 'all know that
Copping the sack till the wheels go flat
I threw up the hood,
you know where I stay
I went to the park to get to school
See my homie Boom Bam in a all blue coupe
He froze down his window
and said 8 what's up
On these bitch ass outsiders
turnin' the gang corrupt
Was west coast all day
when I told my AK
Put a duck from the gun spray,
white flag made it
You niggas need to start
yellin' surrender
When I start callin' names,
no fuckin' pretendin'
Into the gangsta,
like I'm my hood Jim Kelly
Headed straight to the pen
and Brother Lynch Marcelli
Real tall, only bustin' the grip wall
When the motherfuckin'
bust the outline
Detroit
Niggas won't be, won't be, cookin'
When the shells rang out,
your life would get took
We representin' to the fullest,
homie, y 'all know that
Combin' the sacks till the wheels go flat
Bow down, ain't meant to start givin' up
So stay down,
when you hear the motherfuckin' shot
We representin' to the fullest,
homie, y 'all know that
Combin' the sacks till
the wheels go flat
Bow down, ain't meant
to start givin' up
Stay down, when you hear them motherfuckin' shots
Thank for
Brotha Lynch Hung
