Catch You Lyrics
Chorus: Nefarious (4Xs)Catch ya wit yo pants Catch ya wit yo pants down, and maybe while you sleepin'Don't matter what you saw, death is what you reepin'[Lynch]I remain real like my cousin E-MilPackin steelIt's the Southside whoridaCan't fuck wit these othasidasEastside, WestsideThis situation is dirty like chopped up nationSo I stay wit the best sideNigga let's ride (Fuck that!!)I stay solo like a black catFuck a bad wrapI seen it happen to my cousinI'm like the Dirty DozenWrapped up in buns¡°He said he was buzzin¡±But you know he wasn'tCause if life was free I would say fuck moneyYou can douse me in monkey blood Fill my pockets wit drug money and duck from meYou was a fuck homie only wanted the plug niggaCut yo shit off like smud niggaI gotta say fuck niggas and buck niggasAnd wit a passion and keep smashin'Get 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 youI'm sicker than racismIt's everybody killa Hit you wit the fully issue Like PG&E lit youSee me in 3D git youHit em up git rid of Did em up like dirty drawsHe was a jealous mothafuckaAs the story was told 29 years old350 Gs in the bank but nobody knowsI guess it's just that season I thankWhen niggas be hosFuckin em in the cheap mo mosLeavin em dead in the bath tub wit no clothesRazorbladed GroveChorus [4Xs]:[Cocain]I'mma catch you wit yo pants downSince you was talkin that shit You was hard on the BoulevardNow I'mma buck this clipOn your self I make you shitWhen antagonized if you don't realizeYou must be the type that like surprise I'll rise out the hood on chrome skatesPull a top notch bitch and fuck her ass hard on the first dayThrowin it at me wit no debate (none)But I ain't the one to be trustin emAin't finna get me for rapePunk bitch tried to hand me a caseUntil I dropped her on her faceBitch!! Take that shit and skateI ride wit these realasThese niggas ain't neva fakeDope dealas and killasWhateva product could laceOne time I always shakeSee I'm hella fast on that ass get away cleanMost of the time count on the cashHata niggas I bake emPlaya nigga I make em Major figgas my mind is up on Gold diggas I'll shake emI'm that real nigga that real figgaThat real nigga from the fakeCause real nigga look at a fake nigga And they always tend to shakeCrossed me at one timeAnd I told you I'll be buckin at your wakeCause when I tell yo ass one time it's all it takesHow many rhymes i'mma have tell a cat Bitch I ain't fakeBetta listen to the Money Hungry album shit it's money to makeAnd when it's money to be makin'That mean it's money to be takin'So watch yo back cause I'mma be in all black theivin like Gary PaytonChorus [4Xs]:
Brotha Lynch Hung Catch You
