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There It Is

This song is by Brotha Lynch Hung and appears on the album Blocc Movement (2001) by Brotha Lynch Hung and C-Bo.

This songs dedicated to them niggaz bumpin gums and talkin' shit behind a nigga back
Knowing I can't defend myself (if you trippin')
Oh if you trippin'(That's real) then it must be you I'm tallkin' 'bout
(Don't trip) and if it ain't you don't trip

(Verse 1 BLH)
Drop niggaz like bad habits that's the truth
Mothafucka be runnin' around actin' like they bulletproof
How could I trust you wouldn't bust 2 slugs for me
Talkin' 'bout you thug homie you really ain't got love for me
Anyway what you do for me Nuttin'
You wouldn't let the forty-five keep buccin
What you tslkin anbout in your stuff
You don't live nowhere near gangsta street
And if I wanted to I'd take out sum of teeth
And for the rest of my life have beef and
You know what I do wit meat (meat)
Know to cheat creep from the bacc of the Cadillac Seville
Pull out the strap and attack the vel
And if it don't happen I'm goin' to keep doin' musicc and talkin' shit
About you never even mention your name 'cause
It'll come out you a bitch-ass nigga you live you life all secluded
And if I wasn't around you wouldn;t do shit
Talkin' you jacc nigaaz put'em in the bacc witta blue rag around they snuggle
Used to have a huddle of Siccmade niggaz and know its only me that rumble
Eat'em up like gumbo (don't trip) how could I know I was so comfortable you took advantage of the whole
Situation all that shit you makin' it was 'cause of me we was cool for all those years
But I was blind and couldn't see

There it is
Another nigga went ballstic on me
Couldn't have his way so I guess he turned his bacc on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I rather do it on my own do it all alone he was dipped X2


This sum fake nigga pain how could I knew it fat supply of licca fluid
Some green leaves that stank up the whole house that how we had it
Everyday make sure my niggaz was drunk and high in every eway
3 O'lock in the morin come home drunk and fall out
I didn't give a fucc they was my homies I went all out
Then I found out must of them fake like Van-Damme
They know about the game but couldn't bracc a damn can
Wit hollow tips in they hands so I jucc'em like a cracc sacc
Make 'em fill hella bad make sure they never coming bacc
They show me too much shit I couldn't take it couldn't make it
Another year dealin' wit all this fake shit nigga yeah
And nigga I'm tired of you spyin on me kiccin it wit that other mothafucca
That be lyin' on me why homie I thought me and you was untouchable
You be tellin' everybody what you know so bye homie


There it is
Another nigga went ballstic on me
Didn't think I loved him so I guess he turned his bacc on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I rather do it on my own do it all alone he was dipped X2


This sum weak nigga sauce the kind you put on spaghetti
I'm a kicc bacc nigga but I'm armed and deadly
And I'm shootin them gangsta melodies to your heart and soul
Know too put a mini-mac in a nap-sacc and get off the yak and kill a C.E.O.
Then you could see me smoke circles out your neighborhood
Wit a tall cann in my lap 20 pacc and 50 sacc
Metal to meatl the heat wont settle till you in that wood (in that wood)
I can't help it that's how it is
I mean run up in your crib and get your kids you know I could
You couldn't touch me witta silencer of a long-range
I tried to do all that I could but you think this all game
Sit at home drunk and judge niggaz you remind me of my uncle always havin' a grudge nigga
Ain't nothin' goin' to happen that ain't suppose to happen a poet of rappin'
Close the gap hit that ass witta mini-mac
Close caption 'cause I'm a M.V.P. Maxuim Violet Perfected
And if you fucc wit me fucc you in the ass wit the weapon
Grew up in the G.B.C a hood wit niggaz really don't give a fucc
Smashed passed'em one time hitta blunts smoke out the whole parkin lot up
And you already you know that about me what's your problem
Bumpin your gume like the Green Goblin we goin' be squabbin


There it is
Another nigga went ballstic on me
Xoulksnt get his way so I guess he turned his bacc on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I rather do it on my own do it all alone he was dipped
There it is
Another nigga went ballstic on me
Couldn't hit the weed so I guess he turned his bacc on me
And if he didn't I'm just tired of shit
I rather do it on my own do it all alone he was dipped X2

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