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Brotha Lynch Hung - Buy Another Gun lyrics
Intro: Yeah, this song is about homies man. You know real homies, fake homies, all them boys you know. It's kind of a touchy subject man but... niggas gotta go there you know. Me and Mc Ehit is back again yeah. Chours: (Brotha Lynch Hung & Mc Eiht.) I had to buy another gun, buy another gun?. I had to drop another homie, drop another homie?. Gotta keep a gun on me, gotta to keep a gun on me. kepping real homies for life, keep real homies for life. (2X) Mc Ehit: Where was thoes niggas when i was broke, selling dope. Out of my grandma's window. No hope, no indo, no homies. Just a couple like Big Hollas and six. Trying to make dollars make sence, trying to make life make sence. Cause niggas come and go, like the 81 bus, and that's why i talk alot of shit, i can make 81 cut, (shhiit). i was doing bad down the life 81 buck (shhitt), niggas be hella mad, if i bought 81 trucks. I put that key in the slot. I'm bout to take of. I'm Nicolas Cage run up, nigga i will rip your face of. I don't trust nobody, real homies, i keep em, fake homies i blow them. Nigga i creep like the reaper. And you would't even see em, this motherfucker tryed to follow me home havin me, hitting next to right's a lock in the chrome. I live my life like it's a war outside, think what you say, say what you say. But it's all about pride, anyway. Chours: (Brotha Lynch Hung & Mc Eiht.) I had to buy another gun, buy another gun?. I had to drop another homie, drop another homie?. Gotta keep a gun on me, gotta to keep a gun on me. kepping real homies for life, keep real homies for life. (2X) Brotha Lynch Hung: Is there an heaven for a gangster, that's the question, somebody might find out, thees fools keep testing. All i'm trying to do is feed my kids (feed my kids) and stop the bad dreams when i close my lids. I got laid night church, my nigga got shot down. I told my fucking homie that the block was hot. you made it this far, and now i got hit, and i can't think straight i'm on some serious shit. Got me all tourn up, i swhore to get back, i know the enemy waiting for the shit to crack. And i try to think about my fucking kids at home, and what they gonna do if there daddy is gone. An dead life, between freedom and an D-8, fought with the Ak, a 20 year delay. Now the judge wanna hit a motherfucker with the book, so the deal for the 20 nigga quikly took(yeah) Chours: (Brotha Lynch Hung & Mc Eiht.) I had to buy another gun, buy another gun?. I had to drop another homie, drop another homie?. Gotta keep a gun on me, gotta to keep a gun on me. kepping real homies for life, keep real homies for life. (2X) Brotha lynch hung: What's the meaning to this hood shit, don't ask me, when a hood nigga stuck in the CPT. They wouldnt hira x fellen, with a record. So i put it all down on record, nigga check it. Gun check 4, 5, it's hard to survive, enemy's real close hoes tryin to conal, and i deal with a stress, so that every day street's, every block got a nigga tryin to hustle for eat. Chours: (Brotha Lynch Hung & Mc Eiht.) I had to buy another gun, buy another gun?. I had to drop another homie, drop another homie?. Gotta keep a gun on me, gotta to keep a gun on me. kepping real homies for life, keep real homies for life. (2X) Yeah, theese days, it's kinda hard to get, it's kinda hard new homies, you kind of develope, buisness partners. And hopefully over time, you develope into a friend relationship, and if not, you only keep a couple of homies by the time you 60, that you end up seeing before past so. This is to all my real homies, shout's out to A-Sap, Big Hollas, all my sick mayn niggas. My nigga Funk, thank you for being there, doing my hole career (yeah). And shout out to my nigga Six, Max Cunens, i gotta get it i love you man, we still thinking about you around here(yeah). Fuck what everybody thinks. Chours: (Brotha Lynch Hung & Mc Eiht.) I had to buy another gun, buy another gun?. I had to drop another homie, drop another homie?. Gotta keep a gun on me, gotta to keep a gun on me. kepping real homies for life, keep real homies for life. (2X) Peace out, Christian P.B. |
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