Brotha Lynch Hung - Watta Lyrics
[Brotha Lynch]I'm the hardest nigga you never heard ofAnd I'm a pro when it comes to these tools a four fourwhen it comes to these raw venemous spit send him his dickIn a wool shoe package, peel back his cap wid this automaticCold hefty and black shit I make a rapper disappear like magicIt's Siccmade, all the way to the mother*****in' casketAnd six feet deeper, get these heaters right off the lipsI stack chips and I, sip these litres on the hipsIt's some shit that'll split ya wigYou can't spit enough shit, that'll get ya bigGet the gig, you pay him first then I'll lay him nextNiggaz be weak just like latex, cheap as TampaxI walk through the room wid a handful of anthraxShakin' niggaz hands, makin' niggaz dance likePaula Abdul when I pull out the toolYa kids get napped when I run out the schoolYa nig did that, it's the mother*****in' LynchTake a long barrel four four and run up in ya *****Real shit, cause it turns me on andWhat kind of shit do these nerds be on andWhat kinda clips should I put in this chrome fourWhat kind loopty-loop ya onPass me the Newport and let's get it on like MarvinI've been starvin' creep through the trees like TarzanYa meat we carvin'[Hook]It's watta, watta, and ya know I'm thirstyAnd even though it hurts meI stay blood thirsty for watta, wattaTake it how you want niggaSo make it how you want nigga(x2)[Luni Coleone]You punk niggaz want war we make shit happenWhen it comes to the money drugs scrappin' and cappin'I'm a veteran and I bet when I pull my thangYou hoe niggaz run faster than cut out segasWe some spiritual lyrical individuals niggaI ain
