Brotha Lynch Hung - Black Market

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The year is 1994. Black Market Records, 2001 Records, and Doomsday Productions combine forces to create your favorite click.Make way for the hounds of the underground.


Feel the fury.


hahahahahahaha














i put my hands in my pocket 





they jingle cuz they full of change





and sometimes being broke make





 your father straight





but i got a better grip on myself





so i avoid being played short like





 an elf





bust a side bust her in the head





then watch all of yoke come runnin





 out his egg





im tryin to stack the grips that





 dont let me hit this dick





cuz if i hit this dick ima shoot





 me a bitch





fuck it(inhale,cough), bang bang,


 


5 minutes later the cops came





im settin up shop for the black


 


market





so if i aim at your mark ass you a


 


target





told you that i come, but i came 





insane





though im bay still killas 





scramblin the niggas brains





if you gotta go we gotta go i like 





the 6'4 





im pullin GTA's it aint yours no 





more





then i tell em to strip it down





 and leave nothing but the frame





then im gon' sell my cousin the





 gold thangs





cop a burn and turn it over like a 





flapjack





mo money mo money for black market











 on the black market, yeah x4

















creepin, move with swiftness in 





the dark





there aint no stoppin once a nigga





 start





it aint nothin new,up under the





 sun for days and days





under the moon is where i was born





 and raised





and doomed for life, nigga this aint no





 daylife





i love it murderin mothafuckas in the night





and deuced up ready to make his 





mark underground target





hooked up with black market





now peep this





shit gets deeper and deeper, the 





doomstown grim reaper and P-I-T





platinum, Mr Dr. Lynch Hung





we do yo ass in good just for fun





15 inches in yo ass bitch 





take it and love it but i aint talkin bout no dick





14 suns and moons somthin you can assume





that on the 15th marks my day for doom





buck em and fuck em with doomsday productions





eat clips and trip if i catch you fuckin with my grip





you find your ass dead in a graveyard 





and ima continue on my way











well if you see me chewin baby guts lowk





would ya choke 





i vomit when that teflon pierced that babys throat





peep me eatin dead cock u trip cuz eatin dead pussy clit





i make ya sick but its that season so my reason is legit





im havin fits, i dream of eatin bloody pussy clits since i was 6





i fiend for dead pussy on my dick 





i got the skits meanin i dont give a fuck about yo biatch





that nigga thats from the block killin up that cock so nigga..shiat





baby barbeque ribs and guts and uh





dont make me get the deep fryin baby nuts, sluts





get ate out like a dank and crooked teeth hurt





i pulled that tampax string out and straight couldnt work





it wouldnt work without that sicc





so page a nigga quick so i can serve you some of that shit





and have you murderin your bitch violently





ive been key for 20 minutes and feel like killin on that nilla nilla





its that infant killa





aint the bitch mr doc D double O M





in hella heat 





niggas im gone, i need another dose of human meat





i lift the creed, and black market death by the scene





as that nigga nigga that 9 millimeter to fucks you in yo sleep











we on the black market yeahh x4

















you let yo eyes upon my fo-fo





and notice every curve and my strap





as the tears roll down





flash of life as you fade to black





if that gat wasnt all up in yo face





reminese of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo faith





replaced, take it down to the south





get deep, think of moms at yo funeral broken, all of yo family





its kinda crazy you could lose all of these things so quick





and whats worse, nigga shot ya for the fuck of it, yeah!





never knew id be the one to have you back on my hand





back with the fo-fo mag!





that niggas life wont last





keep listening while i gotta get ya from yo right to ya throat





dig that nail in ya neck watch ya bitch ass choke





no hope no joke im safe from pain all day





all im askin for your mothafuckin grip in exchange





one to the brain in the throat, out the skull 





from the big chrome gat, peeled cat release yourself





now ya niggas know





one more dead mothafucka on the street from the Mr doc





Locc straight to the brain with sicc ideas with black market





death murder when they suck


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