Brotha Lynch Hung Black Market Lyrics

i put my hands in my pocket
they jingle cuz they full of change
and sometimes being broke make your father straight
but i got a better grip on myself
so i avoid being played short like an elf
bust a side bust her in the head
then watch all the yolk come runnin out his head
im tryin to stack the grips that dont let me hit this d___
cuz if i hit this d___ ima shoot me a b____
f___ it, bang bang, 5 minutes later the cops came
im settin up shop for the black market
so if i aim at your mark a__ you a target
told you that i come, but i came insane
though im play still killas scramblin the n____s brains
if you gotta go we gotta go i like the 6'4
im pullin GTA's it aint yours no more
then i tell em to strip it down and leave nothing but the frame
then im gon' sell my cousin the gold thangs
cop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack
more money more money for black market

we on the black market, yeah x4

creepin, movin, with swifness in the dark
there aint no stoppin once a n____ start
it aint nothin new,up under the sun for days and days
under the moon is where i was born and raised
and doomed for life, and n____ there aint no daylight
i lovee it murderin m________as in the night
a dommsta ready to make his mark, a underground target
hooked up with black market now peep,
s___ gets deeper and deeper, the doomstown grim reaper and PIT
platinum, Mr Dr Lynch Hung
we do yo a__ in good just for fun
15 inches in yo a__ b____
take it and love it but i aint talkin bout no d___
14 suns and moons somthin you can a__ume
that on the 15th marks my day for doom
buck em and f___ em with doomsday productions
eat clips and trip if i catch you f___in with my grip
you find your a__ dead in a graveyard
and ima continue on my way

well if you see me chewin baby guts locc
would ya choke
or vomit when that teflon pierced that babys throat
peep me eatin dead cot u trip cuz eatin dead p____ c___
i make ya sick but its that season so my reason is legit
im havin fits, i dream of eatin b_____ p____ c___s since i was 6
i fiend for dead p____ on my d___
i got the skits, meanin i dont give a s___ about yo b_____
that n____ thats from the block killin up that cot so n____..shiat
baby barbeque ribs and guts and uh
dont let me get to deep fryin baby nuts, s___s
get ate out like a dank them crooked teeth hurt
i pull that tampax string out and straight put in work
it wouldnt work without that sicc
so page a n____ quick so i can serve you some of that s___
and have you murderin your b____ violently
ive been keyed for 20 minutes and feel like killin loadin nilla nilla
its that infant killa
aint the b____ mr doc D double O M
in hella heat
n____s im gone, i need another dose of human meat
i lift the creep, and black market death by the scene
as that n____ n____ that 9 millimeter pokes you in your spleen

we on the black market yeahh x4

you let yo eyes upon my fo-fo
and notice every curve and my strap
as the tears roll down
flash of life as you fade to black
if that gat wasnt all up in yo face
reminese of yo folks, yo b____, yo kids, yo faith
replaced, take it down to the soul
get deep, think of moms at yo funeral locc, and all yo family, huh
its kinda crazy you could lose all of these things so quick
and whats worse, n____ shot ya for the f___ of it, yeah!
never knew id be the one to have your life on my hand
that ruger the fo-fo mag!
that n____s life wont last
keep listening while i gotta get ya from yo right to ya throat
dig that nail in ya neck watch ya b____ a__ choke
no hope, no joke im savin you the pain of old age,
all im askin for your m________in grip in exchange
one to the brain in the throat, out the skull
from the big chrome gat, peeled cap release yourself
now ya n____s know
one more dead m________a on the street from the Mr doc
Locc straight to the brain with st ides brew the black market
dealt murder when they served these foos