Went This Way Lyrics
Two years ago, a friend of minetold me to write me a tight ass rhymeand so I, I wrote this rhyme that I am about to saythe rhyme is tight and it went this wayAnd I'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled weedshystie niggas keep staring at meI had my 45 and my 44i put one on my briefcase so them niggas'll knowlives get took that's it just like a bookdo you want a meathooksmoke a fat blunt on my couch wit my feet up while you get tookfo yo skrillhundred dolla billtake yo pill muthafuckawhile you bullshitin dis shit is reali ain't no twelve inch can't mix me up in this shit i got full clipsand alone i do my shitso trust me you information faultyand i wouldn't eat you cause your meat's too saltyi'd rather, step through a fire ring wit some gasoline draws than fuck wit youcause you the type of nigga that'll tell'em everything you saw, wit mybig bad forty auto magtwenty sac nigga get yo money back if you don't think you of that sliznackmotivated, totally undominatedi got that sickness and the remedy, my momma made iteasy fo me i didn't have to workfourteen years old in the backseat drinkin o.e. like kirknow just the other day a friend of minetold me to write me a tight ass rhymeand so i, i wrote this ryhme that i'm about to saythe rhyme is tight and it went this wayi know it's been a long time, i shouldn't left youwithout a tight rhyme to step tothink of all them weak ass albums you slept throughwell i'm yo medicine, sorry i kept youwent to my brother's house, without a doubttwisted one up with the nigga, smoked'em outgot to writin some of dat sicc made my own bacc fade type scripthigh enough to write a whole career full of shiti mean blitzed, toe up, drug cost up, ready to fuck, throw upman i got my cheddah cheese ass nigga know whati don't hold no grudges i just ain't fuckin wit you no mo, mission staysicc made and don't let nothin penetrate my barracadebarracade barracade barracade, barracade
Brotha Lynch Hung Went This Way
