24 Gone - Brotha Lynch Hung

Yeah the nigga from the duece is back, and its on

Yeah the nigga from the duece is back, and its on

Yeah the nigga from the duece is back, and its on

Yeah the nigga from the duece is back, and its on

Twenty four gone it’s that nigga that went all the way nuts spent my time after

the EP rippin up guts and now I’m back and I convert the straight slider enough,

me talk me bout me nine millimeta meta fuckin that butt, so nigga once again out

the mothafuckin cut, the nigga that got the refer eatin them fried nigga nut,

what me talk bout me load my nine real fast, and hang them spine and dem liver

guts up out that ass, i got the bomb, niggas that a back me up and in my palm a

nine that a feed me gut no matter what nigga, i ain’t gonna lie i keep packin

you know 'cause everybody gotta die, plenty of niggas in the city of sac keep

trippin, i told them mothafuckas I’m too old for crippin, but provin I’m down

when my nine start clickin when i say I’m twenty four deep i ain’t bullshittin,

nigga now, nigga now i thought it was known, leave a cannibal nigga alone unless

you want to deal wit a chrome, Glock, i ain’t gonna stop, when I’m in the block me

go pizatt wizatt pop pop pop, and den me bounce to the once of a green bud hit

and what i’m not rollin up, nigga i’m servin it, twenty five years of livin dead

already and it’s still on, yeah twenty four gone

Is it that nigga that got that bum funkie

Is it that nigga that got the bum funkie

So come twist one up

Is it that nigga that got that bum funkie

Is it that nigga that got the bum funkie

So come twist one up

Is it that nigga that got that bum funkie

Is it that nigga that got the bum funkie

So come twist one up

Is it that nigga that got that bum funkie

Is it that nigga that got the bum funkie

So come twist one up

Yeah it’s the bomb, and now it’s on to the full and my chromes on full and uh,

i never knew true love, until i saw brains leakin 'cause of a thirty eight slug

but uh, i had to get that nine millimeta, somethin that a move a nigga back a

centimeta, yah and you know it just don’t quit, me sticka me nine in P Z be A be

why K I double L I N, G, plus i keep a nine for a nigga bout sixteen of em

gotta be my own grave digga, believe me you see me wit a thing in my gut you

gotta know it’s a nine while i’m creepin in the cut, so nigga what,

you know it’s all good til i die, niggas got me rowdy while the triple six was

in the county, stressin and i ain’t gonna lie, if i could take a twelve gauge

and pop a narc up in the eye and get away i just might, trippin off a half of O,

when all the niggas i know ain’t even down and got away wit a ho so nigga now

you know, put the gat up in that ass and treat em like a ho, boom,

told you now my nine ain’t shy and now I’m rollin up a fat ass joint, why,

i want to get high, twenty five years of livin dead already and its still on,

yeah twenty four gone