I Heard That Song B4
Title | I Heard That Song B4 |
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Artist | Brotha Lynch Hung |
Album | Dinner and a Movie |
Release Date | 2010-03-23 |
Description | “I Heard That Song B 4” is rumored to be a diss track towards rappper “T-Nutty” |
Lyrics | [Intro] Sick till I mothafuckin' die! Let me get a little strange Thing is dang, kids you know thats what it's for, you know what I mean? Every time I hear some shit niggas sound more and more like me Makes me wanna quit this shit Hold on, I'mma do it like this [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Try to find me it's like I'm Chinese Somewhere in China they minor them niggas die easy Them niggas whiners, I make 'em red as the 49ers Leave 'em dead, cut off the head nigga I'm a potent rymer I'm a pokish rifle give an eyeful I'm a sniper Nobody like she cock back snaps like a viper I'm in to makin' niggas quit the game split ya brain hit ya gang Niggas dunno what happened look at the picture frame I'm fifty-one-fifty mixed with cocaine toe maine Poison em put your boys in there after you get ate they get the same I'm insane something stuck in my membrane its them thangs Tummy tuck em and then change clothes change shoes Range rove your brain froze They lose they know I could rip a nigga to smithereens I snake when I slither in then I'mma get my bitch to get the keys Ain't that a bitch that nigga sounds like a Mini-Me I'm tellin' you [Chorus] I heard that song before I heard it somewhere No other rappers rap like the fo Is he an impostor i just want you niggas to know You got a thin roster I'mma eat em up like shrimp, lobsters Impostors I heard that song I swear, I heard it somewhere No other rappers rap like the fo Is he an impostor? I just want you niggas to know You got a thin roster, shoot 'em up in they motherfuckin' heads Impostors [Verse 2: C-Lim] Is it true nigga? You wanna feud? Yeah, this is about you nigga That’s a truce, but if I spit what I knew Your career could go poof nigga You clearly disrespected the homies What you said was balony The truth is that you’re rispected by none and Protected by homies Cause you a bitch, you a bitch and you a bitch And I don’t give a fuck who it is I ain’t new to this When I see you I'ma take flight like stewardess Trying deal with this You gotta lotta nerve Acting like you put in a lotta work Did a lotta dirt They’ll find you murked But your head missing and your body burnt Cause a lotta worth that you steal are mines I don' ask much, they say I ride They say I’m flick, they say I died But everything that they said are lies And you plagiarize Brotha Lynch Hung Niggas know where you get your shit from That ain’t a biz homie, we was the shit homie And you flipped on us like a flip phone And you missed on a nigga that’s made sick Every nigga in the click bang K.R.I.T And the one’s that don’t hit Strange Fuck rap, we could arrange shit Fuck that we could rearrange cribs When I [?] you see the flame lit Stuff crackin in the paint lift Trying come back with my name in it You might also like[Chorus] I heard that song before I heard it somewhere No other rappers rap like the fo Is he an impostor i just want you niggas to know You got a thin roster I'mma eat em up like shrimp, lobsters Impostors I heard that song I swear, I heard it somewhere No other rappers rap like the fo Is he an impostor? I just want you niggas to know You got a thin roster, shoot 'em up in they motherfuckin' heads Impostors [Verse 3: Tall Cann G] Nigga this a Madesicc, we got ‘em all sick Fall back quick, rather stick it to the basic You’re gonna get left faceless Got a gangsta in your face I get up close and personal, stick you with random I’ll pick 'em, can’t be choosy, load the Uzi Put the whole banana clip up in your booty Speaking on the may, nigga you is a real bitch Off some cocky shit I got the hockey mask on Chases through the woods nigga Let you have it in the hood nigga Anywhere I’m good nigga Off the dome, I’m on your dome Deer hunter, skinning and gutting Concrete jungle, all the wilderness 21st regarding niggas and animals Heat you up a lot, jumping in the fry pan I still fry your guts like [?] Then take my medication, ain’t no hesitation I been on the [?], pushing the [?] Nigga don’t even cross [?] [Chorus] I heard that song before I heard it somewhere No other rappers rap like the fo Is he an impostor i just want you niggas to know You got a thin roster I'mma eat em up like shrimp, lobsters Impostors I heard that song I swear, I heard it somewhere No other rappers rap like the fo Is he an impostor? I just want you niggas to know You got a thin roster, shoot 'em up in they motherfuckin' heads Impostors [Verse 4: COS] Shit, I’m made sick, sick in the head Spit with the lead ‘Til the nigga blood stick to the bed Zip what they say They’ll be talking too much They’ll never shut up 'Til the people out there chalking 'em up Cleaning their blood up, nigga what up I nut up, I leave a nigga cut up I hit a nigga crib up and head of nigga cut off I stick a nigga slut up I make her spit her blood up Them niggas call me cute but I split a nigga love up Put murder on the loop I hit a loot then throw the cup up Them niggas sweet as fruit Their talking cute gon’ get you fucked up I’m nothing like your dude I’m not a perv, I don’t just flash it I pull it out and blast it ‘Til they’re closing the casket I bloody up the mattress You shouldn’t play with matches That shit will get you burned up Burn your face up like some acid To do up in this exit You niggas made me that sick Like I need extra pills And extra bottles just to hack it Or I'ma use the hatchet Get blood along my jacket Get hop up in a getaway And swing it like a racket Them voices in my head just keep screaming it’s a racket And they gon’ drive me crazy, double crazy, maniac-ish |