Phonk Beta - Xcaliber lyrics

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung] That motherf**er kept sniffing for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nothing but the k**er got away Before 4:30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre With the windows up, must have had gin in the cup Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinning em up (X-caliba) [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] It all started when I twisted the lid of the Olde E And C-A-R-I-double-O-E imported LTD Where my motherf**ering siccmade jacket at Cause that's the only one I could use When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out your shoes It was that pressure from the 20-gauge (that 20-gauge) Felt like it cause your chest split wide open with it Well n***a you shouldn't went around talking that sh** Bout the n***a that's my kin-folks Should knew the real while you was giving up that info... ...mation, I'll be of that Parry Mason When I hit em all up, grip em all up, rip em, k** em all up, fill em all up, lick em, real em, deal em, dig a ditch give em hit a lick then take the grip Put em in the back of the Cadillac Show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act My tactics is lethal Leave the whole town hella smokey Like the bandits that stepping over dead people It's like that And you wouldn't know it cause I'ma cool a** motherf**er Then dump with a gang of s**ers As I wait for the city to heat up like a Hot Pepper Got a whole load full of Evian And a trunk full of FO take no's and I can't let go Catch you at yo show slipping Hoes tripping Rows ripping In the street after I heat my heat off the hook with this siccmade sh** Straight made n***a f** it, pa** me the straight lace liquor To the face n***a Off the Thunderbird and Kool-Aid and O 8 Easy on the liver still make me k** a n***a Split you head like a pineapple Die natural! Five at your dome send em home in a pinebox Lift you out your socks Pay attention to the Glock Half past a n***as a** lay him in the gra** take suitcase full of cash and mash 16 in the clip crumble the herb roll a spliff bout to watch your brain split in half Bloody bath water and fried n***a nuts and bones Located at home I think him name is Tyrone But you know... [Hook] That motherf**er kept sniffing for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nothing but the k**er got away Before 4:30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre With the windows up, must have had gin in the cup Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinning em up (X-caliba) [Verse 2] You can call me black Saddam Hussein Pump cyanide through my vein a** n***a You can see me on the south side of the street Marinated by the opposite n***a that flood the city Get ready for something pretty if you sick like Frank Nitty s**ed blood from my mommas titties - instead of milk Played murder music in my tape deck - instead of Silk Ende up k**en one of them motherf**ers So f** them hoes, they like Grim Having k**in n***as like they gots to go Woke up at 3AM - got high til seven Jump in what you call it headin towards heaven With my 50 sack of some sh**, that'll make you get there About 11:30 with your T-shirt dirty I'm worthy strapped like James as ventured in this faulty game In a mainframe, that I bucked in ruff terrain, then hit the plane 15 guts on a triple beam scale n***a Actual contact from the strap that I hale n***a [Hook] That motherf**er kept sniffing for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nothing but the k**er got away Before 4:30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre With the windows up, must have had gin in the cup Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinning em up (X-caliba) [Verse 3] They got this motherf**er twisted up And from the sound of the barrel I got hella motherf**ers running up What should I do about these f**ing fleas? Give em all A-1 and put they disease in they weed Figure a way out this n***a I know you got me on file But I got you on scanner so plan another way (another way) Told me it was copasetic But I catch you slipping like pimping And shake and bake you like ? Hit your mind, burgundy slime drips Time gets deeper as you meet the Grim Reaper In the form of a man double M 24 5 got your brains leaking I'm peaking That's why these n***as wanna rip keep me I'm rolling squeaky and what you want call it With a .45 in my pocket and I'm a young alcoholic Like P-Folks I had to make it happen Sacramento's most wanted I gotta keep packing, cause of that My favorite cousin just got four years And when his little brother died he showed me no tears What's your point? Point is sh** gets deep as the ocean Take a shiesty n***as blood and rub it on like lotion It was like, once upon a time a long time ago I was sticking 9 millis in a p**y hole Get of the Ol 8 old murder mo then i gotta go to a spot Where they don't know I'm deleting n***as that be given up my info [Hook] That motherf**er kept sniffing for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nothing but the k**er got away Before 4:30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre With the windows up, must have had gin in the cup Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinning em up (X-caliba)