Lyrics 24 Gone - Brotha Lynch Hung

24 Gone

Yeah the nigga from the duece is back, and its on
Yeah the nigga from the duece is back, and its on
Yeah the nigga from the duece is back, and its on
Yeah the nigga from the duece is back, and its on
Twenty four gone it’s that nigga that went all the way nuts spent my time after
the EP rippin up guts and now I’m back and I convert the straight slider enough,
me talk me bout me nine millimeta meta fuckin that butt, so nigga once again out
the mothafuckin cut, the nigga that got the refer eatin them fried nigga nut,
what me talk bout me load my nine real fast, and hang them spine and dem liver
guts up out that ass, i got the bomb, niggas that a back me up and in my palm a
nine that a feed me gut no matter what nigga, i ain’t gonna lie i keep packin
you know 'cause everybody gotta die, plenty of niggas in the city of sac keep
trippin, i told them mothafuckas I’m too old for crippin, but provin I’m down
when my nine start clickin when i say I’m twenty four deep i ain’t bullshittin,
nigga now, nigga now i thought it was known, leave a cannibal nigga alone unless
you want to deal wit a chrome, Glock, i ain’t gonna stop, when I’m in the block me
go pizatt wizatt pop pop pop, and den me bounce to the once of a green bud hit
and what i’m not rollin up, nigga i’m servin it, twenty five years of livin dead
already and it’s still on, yeah twenty four gone
Is it that nigga that got that bum funkie
Is it that nigga that got the bum funkie
So come twist one up
Is it that nigga that got that bum funkie
Is it that nigga that got the bum funkie
So come twist one up
Is it that nigga that got that bum funkie
Is it that nigga that got the bum funkie
So come twist one up
Is it that nigga that got that bum funkie
Is it that nigga that got the bum funkie
So come twist one up
Yeah it’s the bomb, and now it’s on to the full and my chromes on full and uh,
i never knew true love, until i saw brains leakin 'cause of a thirty eight slug
but uh, i had to get that nine millimeta, somethin that a move a nigga back a
centimeta, yah and you know it just don’t quit, me sticka me nine in P Z be A be
why K I double L I N, G, plus i keep a nine for a nigga bout sixteen of em
gotta be my own grave digga, believe me you see me wit a thing in my gut you
gotta know it’s a nine while i’m creepin in the cut, so nigga what,
you know it’s all good til i die, niggas got me rowdy while the triple six was
in the county, stressin and i ain’t gonna lie, if i could take a twelve gauge
and pop a narc up in the eye and get away i just might, trippin off a half of O,
when all the niggas i know ain’t even down and got away wit a ho so nigga now
you know, put the gat up in that ass and treat em like a ho, boom,
told you now my nine ain’t shy and now I’m rollin up a fat ass joint, why,
i want to get high, twenty five years of livin dead already and its still on,
yeah twenty four gone