Brotha Lynch Hung - Feel My Nature Rize Lyrics

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(Lynch):

Feel my nature rise blood shot red eyes

Waitin' in your back seat catch you by surprise

Situations and circumstances make you

Take them dangerous chances

Leave you in your front seat with your neck

Slit then I'm hittin' fences

Now I'ma talk about the same dirty situation

Shit you hatin' that's why your casket is waitin'

Shine your ass up like a triple gold Dayton

When I'm in your town you better cut like Walter Payton

Studio man keep tapin' I got that bitch she peratratin'

Show your whole family leave you on your front porch hangin'

With a note that's saying: 'sincerely Swartzaniggaz'

Put your hands in your pocket give it up

I demand I need my tweed potent refer man

Bandstandin' with the hand cannon

Split my face muthafucka gimme your scrill

And that Rolex in your hand understand?

Yeah you gots to feel my nature rise

(Swartzaniggaz):

I can feel my nature rise

Starin' at the marks that I despise

Through evil eyes high style thoughts turn homicides

You gots to die for tryna ride and get me

Got some off but none of them hit me

Now on a payback tip with a patched black mask

On the grass with a 50 caliber weapon

Hangin' up over the door of the Chev and causin' slaughter

Sid's Malt Liquor be that motive when

I be loaded off that water

Saw the situation heavy rollin'

Shotgun and a Chevy that's stolen

Strapped up and ready in case these niggas wanna get deadly

We can go there I know there's a place

For busta niggas like ya'll

But I heard it's pretty deep down so you

Niggas better watch your fall

Too late for that 911 call this murder's already in progress

Home invasions like Asian got me obsessed like a Vietnam vet

As I kick through the front door blastin'

And Lynch kicked down the back

Operation: Peel-a-cap you fools shoulda

Already had your gats loaded

Cuz it ain't no tellin' when we comin'

Back streets sacs of weed get blazed as we

Gunnin' with the engine still

Runnin'

Cuz real killers make them real quick get aways

Spray the whole place and skirt

As quick as we can we does our dirt

Whoever gets hurt that's business

So please don't take this personal

It's just that murder's in my nature

So four years now that's what I've been searchin' for

Cuz doin' dirt grows old when it's the same old thing

That's why I try to take my murders to the highest extreme

Make everybody scream open up some spleens

Still hearin' the blood spillin'

It's just a little dream that I be havin'

Man I love killin'

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(Brotha Lynch):

I got a hard dick for killin'

Southside villain

Protect your wife and your children

Feel my nature rise

(Swartzaniggaz):

Not quite knowin' about this nigga?

Check your metro sections

Then cross reference murders by streets and dates

And how many times niggas' hoes' got raped

Mr. No Prints the reason one time runs out of yellow tape

Fuckin' with a half deck havin' niggas on hush

Smokin' a bowl that I re-dust

Open up your chest when I bust

So suit up cuz it's kill a nigga night

Ain't no tellin' when Triple 6 gets to shootin' up

Movin' up your death date with a Tre-8 special

It's way too late to wrestle as I nestle the sword stoppers

Split your ass open like pinata

Loadin' up like a Rotweiler

Lining up like Tyson snortin' cocaine powder

Pure dank sniffer some like a lot of

Fluid but I beg to differ

One wiff of that shit and I'm on cloud nine

Nigga don't trip if you ain't got no nuts

Cuz I brought mine all buffed and shined

Untouchable when I'm fuckin' full of that nitrate wine

That's when I bust on nineteen times and up

Cuz I'm nuts goin' out my mind

Few there's no luck you fucked for life for sho'

Get your ass up on the floor

Tryin' to catch me at that lateral slippin'

By my lonesome but I'm on some so who wants some?

Fresh out the gates ain't no room to make mistakes

Try to make my tapes but I feel the hoe hate

Tuck my dick inside in the O-8

Must of been the way the clip mate with the .45

No body no case

Taste the meat can't wait to eat

Keep the street dirty keep sturdy in your face

(Swartzaniggaz):

Ya'll niggas don't wanna feel my nature rise

Cuz I get dirty shoot up shit with my Clint Eastwood

Leave your neighborhood lookin' like a ghost town nigga

You standin' on dangerous grounds

When we come to Sac better have your

Automatics on loaded status

Cuz me and my niggas be on the savage leavin' no prints

Not givin' ya'll niggas a inch cuz I'ma lynch you

Fry your guts like Sizziline

Have your homie reminiscing' about your gangsta lean

Nigga it ain't no fuckin' with my clique

You can dial 911 but it ain't no rescue

Man I hope the dear Lord bless you

Next to this nigga ain't no one's nuts bigger

Clutch your guts nigga fuckin' with this Swartzanigga

Cuz I done lost it taggin' niggas like a pit bull with rabies

Gone off 40 ounces of O.E.

Creepin' up on you like doin' my Magnum P.I.

Lazy Eye with Lil' Blacc Mile

Smokin' a hard dick for killin'

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