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The Plot (Explicit) - Brotha Lynch Hung/Zagg
The plot
You know I'm off the Mad Dogg 20/20
I'm plottin' for money
This old man greedy he tryin' to keep sh*t for me
I live him stiff as a mummy
What become of me I'm desperate
'Bout to let it spit unless he break bread
I want the lettuce and cheese
Whole sandwhich you know it
I should be poundin' switches
Down the streets and plannin'
No head is how you found him there's was plot
The spot's surroned by pitbulls and rots'
You get past them you get shot
It was about 9 o'clock I was at the grindin' spot
Niftted got the word where he work at
It's time to get that 9 millimeter heater
And hurt that belevie I squirt that
Led in your life deadin' your wife
With the led pipe redin' your white sheets
With said in your life you might
As well snipe'em writin' obituary rippin'
Scary punk a** *****inary stichin'
You carry is complimentary of SiccMade Musicc
We keep it crackin' automatics
We rappin' niggas of cellar
That's right before the 4th of July
I didn't make it somethin' was off
'Cause I saw it in my sleep wake up coughin' dripin'
Sweat almost couldn't breath
Took a minute to accept just had to get calm
And collect'd wipe the sweat up off my face
Then felt the blood on my neck just like invasion
Don't wanna give the police no statement
Look around see if maybe a drugged
Somebody to the basment couldn't recall
Guess I dunk too much of that Madd Dogg
Last night 20/20 like 3 2 1 I blast off
Back in the day when I use to ride the train
I saw a couple of events I say I wish I never seen
So I feel like anytime I gots to leave my house
I got to get my pistol
And have my pitbull keep look out
See now it's a dirty situation
You makin' don't be mistakin'
I shakin' scrappin'em off the concrete to the Lincoln
I should've raped 'em they rapein' me
F**kin' me like a hotel slut even though he dead I put
The 12 gauge in his butt
No matter what I ain't goin' to the pen
This Uthazim I use to get for matieral
Now I posion his cearal
I was a good kid turn'd bad
Never had a dad and I sent fire to his pad
Broke into his home and if he was home alone
Hustla so good but this thing not ready here we go
I rather load up the Ooh
To remove his mind to spaghetti
Zigg Zagg you know
And I had realized how I let off on his wife
Also figured out the blood on my neck
Was from his knife
He come to get my mann
From what I guess better be my bless
That's right 'cause if I catch'em
Now it's goin' be a mess not even 2 days
Next after that I heard the news
Record company know for flexin'
Got gunn'd down wit a duece-duece
Gotta watch my back now
'Cause I did his wife took I large chunk
Sratchin' hoppin' on an early flight
Met up with Lynch Hung
COS told him what happened well
It looks like they could've guess'd
It already know what's craccin'
Close to a meal ticket that what
We should have knockin' and the third of profit
That's goin' straight into my pockets
(That's right)
