[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] I used to push twenty-fo' deep in '92 like cocaine Had them gangsta niggas riled up doin' it wit no name Stayin' at the roach motel two for two cheese hamburger deals Doin' shows in broke down clubs just to get a meal (Just to get a meal) I'ma keep it real it was all skills that paid your bills And the fact that you don't pay niggas that shit gon' get you killed But don't worry about me partna', like I said I'm already dead And I hold this infrared point blank range steadily at your head 'Cause I'm a blocc nigga you know what happens when you fuckin' wit us (fuckin' wit us) We cut your tongues off switch niggas and stuff bloody 'em up (bloody 'em up) Run up in the cut, fucc it up, rough you up and put you up (Put you up) These broke niggas don't give a mothafuck (Mothafuck) I want that meal ticket and we never will kick it 'cause you funny style Still wouldn't fuck wit you even if you gave me my money now Funny how ridaz get bought up, you about to get caught up like Bo King You be gettin' niggas that's why you ain't got no team nigga [Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] Damn! Niggas tryin' to stick me for my papers Bam! Hit 'em up wit' enough lead got away wit the caper Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off So fuck your record company I'm about to blast off Damn! Niggas tryin' to stick me for my papers Bam! Hit 'em up wit' enough lead got away wit the caper Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off Fuck your record company I'm about to blast off [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] I was young dumb full of cum full of O.E. and Rum Spittin' chunks of meat all heat always givin' up where I'm from In every verse 24 Blocc, I don't give a fucc Suppose to be in the studio but I'm somewhere drunk fuckin' up But like Too Short I ain't trippin' Used to be a record thing now it's a new sport put your clip in I heard you be dreamin' about niggas in ski masks with bottles of black molasses Ran up in your pad quick and woke your ass up wit the magnum I could have been platinum, a loc' went bad when you jacked him You gettin' old like Carl Weathers you ain't got no Action Jackson I'm mirror watchin' when I'm packin' nigga give me my shit You the type of nigga that'll pay for hits I don't pay for shit 'Cause I'm broke you wanted it that why for some reason Couldn't find you for nuttin' ever since I did Season Of Da Sicc, pick 'em off like Deion everything you see me on Is stolen in your life pure wit' a colon seriously until it's over I'ma always be at that ass wit' a butcher knife Askin' where you put your wife and why'd I took your life Houses got bought up you about to get caught up like Bo King You be gettin' niggas that's why you got no team [Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] Shit it's gettin' to the point where I'ma smash on everybody And it's gettin' to the point where I don't fuck wit nobody Believe it I tuck the ol' shotty in the glove compartment Hit the town wit the pound, it'll be ground round if you start shit I spark shit, that heat you up and cool you off shit No choice for relinkin' homes I'ma get my profit We struggled for years on the bus wit a record out If it wasn't for shows I'll pull out the tec to take you out Hit the cut and lay low 'till I get my shit right Interrupt your day with fadeo'z put 44 holes in your windpipe They know I'm... I'm sicker than sick when I split your shit Leave you coughin' up liver bits, fuckin' niggas'll get your grip It ain't safe, nigga where was yo' faith? We could of blew up Better watch how you do stuff can't wait for the new stuff It's called Lynch By Inch I bit your bitch on the ground I say where's the money? Swiss account Bitch damn! That nigga's tryin' to get me for my papers Bam! Hit her up wit' enough lead got away wit the caper Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off So fuck your record company I'm about to blast off [Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] [Interlude: Brotha Lynch Hung] You know what I'm saying nigga? (Shit) Can't do that shit for ever nigga (You know you can't) You know what I'm saying? You gots to pay niggas (That's real) You know what I'm saying Fuck all that shit, oh I'ma get mine nigga Can't stop that shit (Can't stop that shit) You know (I know) Back here where I'm supposed to be, you know? (Where that at?) It's all Siccmade music nigga (You know) Now what? [Bridge: Brotha Lynch Hung] Niggas tryna stick me for my papers Niggas tryna stick me for my papers Niggas tryna get me for my papers Niggas tryna get me for my papers Niggas tryna stick me for my papers Niggas tryna stick me for my papers Tryna stick me for my... [Outro: Brotha Lynch Hung] Rest in peace Biggie and 2Pac You know what I'm saying Niggas put it down Shouts to them real niggas putting that real deep shit You know what I'm saying, you know who you are You know what I'm saying, making niggas cry over your shit Shit, making niggas ride to your shit I like that type of shit you know what I'm saying? That drunk, high, ride, night time shit Damn!

[Chorus] When the club lights fade It's all of this ganja you've smoked it away It's all of this drinking just isn't the same And finally you sit back and think about me Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry I said I'll be fine I'll be just fine, you just go on and keep living your life Yeah, when the club lights fade It's all of this ganja you've smoked it away It's all of this drinking just isn't the same And finally you sit back and think about me Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry I said I'll be fine I'll be just fine, you just go on and keep living your life [Verse 1] Yeah, I don't really know what to say Since you left, I think it's been about 14 days I'm still trying to figure out how your feelings just changed And after everything we've been through, you could throw us away Don't you remember how we used to kick it? Last summer we would chill and stay up just to watch the Olympics And now you’re telling me you feel something different Well maybe that's why you got me feeling like you just been acting so distant And all the warning signs, I must've missed it Shame on me for letting myself get so in depth in it Knew you were trouble right from the beginning, Taylor Swift shit Remember when you made me that CD, but fuck it I'm reminiscing bout nothing, thought we were something, we wasn't I ain't gon lie, I'm gonna miss all your cousins But nothing is the same as it used to be I called this shit to the tee now there'll never be a you and me [Chorus] So, when the club lights fade It's all of this ganja you've smoked it away It's all of this drinking just isn't the same And finally you sit back and think about me Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry I said I'll be fine I'll be just fine, you just go on and keep living your life Yeah, when the club lights fade It's all of this ganja you've smoked it away It's all of this drinking just isn't the same And finally you sit back and think about me Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry I said I'll be fine I'll be just fine, you just go on and keep living your life [Verse 2] And honestly "Wake Up" should've been meaner But you see, we were still together so the lyrics were cleaner You’re telling me you think the trust isn't there Well maybe because you hooked up with my best friend when I wasn't there I heard about how you bang dudes when you get blacked out drunk So why the fuck would I trust you huh? I'm not dumb I gave you so many chances and I ain't even get one But fuck it, that shit don't matter cause were over and done I really do wish you the best on every path that you step Whether it's with a new guy or you go back to your ex See I want you to know that I always gave you my best And I was loyal to the end and didn't cheat like the rest of these dudes, no I ain't saying I was perfect I just thought that what we had was worth it, damn Now I realize that you didn't I thought that we could fix it And all I got from you was sorry Mark and now I'm finished [Chorus] So, when the club lights fade It's all of this ganja you've smoked it away It's all of this drinking just isn't the same And finally you sit back and think about me Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry I said I'll be fine I'll be just fine, you just go on and keep living your life Yeah, when the club lights fade It's all of this ganja you've smoked it away It's all of this drinking just isn't the same And finally you sit back and think about me Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry I said I'll be fine I'll be just fine, you just go on and keep living your life [Verse 3] See there was so much left unsaid when you left And I ain't tryna bash, but this what happens when I vent You see, I knew you'd be a ho just like all the fucking rest And worst I knew it from the jump, Why'd I give that shit a test? What I didn't smoke enough for you, didn't drink enough for you Wasn't fun enough for you, wasn't good enough for you, damn You play me like a yo-yo and shit Well I am not the one to be yo-yoing with You put that shit on me, then I watch you leave Let you back in, you came back in and shit on me Drag me along for a week, till my heart got weak But honestly ending it was the best decision I think Yeah, so when these club lights fade And all of this ganja you've smoked it away And all of this drinking just isn't the same And finally you sit back and think about me Don't worry, I said don't worry I said I'll be fine, I'll be just fine You just go on and keep living your life Goodbye SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5ghnx... FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/WittLowry TWITTER: https://twitter.com/WittLowry INSTAGRAM: https://instagram.com/WittLowry SOUNDCLOUD: https://soundcloud.com/WittLowry