Brotha Lynch Hung - Catch You Lyrics
Chorus: nefarious (4xs)Catch ya wit yo pantsCatch ya wit yo pants down, and maybe while you sleepinDont matter what you saw, death is what you reepin[lynch]I remain real like my cousin e-milPackin steelIts the southside whoridaCant ***** wit these othasidasEastside, westsideThis situation is dirty like chopped up nationSo I stay wit the best sideNigga lets ride (***** that!!)I stay solo like a black cat***** a bad wrapI seen it happen to my cousinIm like the dirty dozenWrapped up in bunshe said he was buzzinBut you know he wasntCause if life was free I would say ***** moneyYou can douse me in monkey bloodFill my pockets wit drug money and duck from meYou was a ***** homie only wanted the plug niggaCut yo shit off like smud niggaI gotta say ***** niggas and buck niggasAnd wit a passion and keep smashinGet away before the task bend the cornerOn a mission for rippin niggas up like toilet tissueWit the german issueNow yo family gone have to miss youIm sicker than racismIts everybody killaHit you wit the fully issueLike pg&e lit youSee me in 3d git youHit em up git rid ofDid em up like dirty drawsHe was a jealous motha*****aAs the story was told 29 years old350 gs in the bank but nobody knowsI guess its just that season I thankWhen niggas be hos*****in em in the cheap mo mosLeavin em dead in the bath tub wit no clothesRazorbladed groveChorus [4xs]:[cocain]Imma catch you wit yo pants downSince you was talkin that shitYou was hard on the boulevardNow imma buck this clipOn your self I make you shitWhen antagonized if you dont realizeYou must be the type that like surpriseIll rise out the hood on chrome skatesPull a top notch ***** and ***** her ass hard on the first dayThrowin it at me wit no debate (none)But I aint the one to be trustin emAint finna get me for rapePunk ***** tried to hand me a caseUntil I dropped her on her face*****!! take that shit and skateI ride wit these realasThese niggas aint neva fakeDope dealas and killasWhateva product could laceOne time I always shakeSee Im hella fast on that ass get away cleanMost of the time count on the cashHata niggas I bake emPlaya nigga I make emMajor figgas my mind is up onGold diggas Ill shake emIm that real nigga that real figgaThat real nigga from the fakeCause real nigga look at a fake niggaAnd they always tend to shakeCrossed me at one timeAnd I told you Ill be buckin at your wakeCause when I tell yo ass one time its all it takesHow many rhymes imma have tell a cat***** I aint fakeBetta listen to the money hungry album shit its money to makeAnd when its money to be makinThat mean its money to be takinSo watch yo back cause imma be in all black theivin like gary paytonChorus [4xs]:
