feel my nature rize þarký sözü

(lynch):
feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
waitin´ in your back seat, catch you by surprise
situations and circumstances make you take them dangerous chances
leave you in your front seat with your neck slit, then i´m hittin´ fences
now i´ma talk about the same dirty situation
shit you hatin´, that´s why your casket is waitin´
shine your ass up like a triple gold dayton
when i´m in your town you better cut like walter payton
studio man keep tapin´, i got that bitch, she peratratin´
show your whole family, leave you on your front porch hangin´
with a note that´s saying: ´sincerely, swartzaniggaz´
put your hands in your pocket, give it up
i demand i need my tweed, potent refer, man
bandstandin´ with the hand cannon
split my face, muthafucka, gimme your scrill
and that rolex in your hand, understand?
yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise

(swartzaniggaz):
i can feel my nature rise
starin´ at the marks that i despise
through evil eyes, high style thoughts turn homicides
you gots to die, for tryna ride and get me
got some off, but none of them hit me
now on a payback tip, with a patched black mask
on the grass with a 50 caliber weapon
hangin´ up over the door of the chev and causin´ slaughter
sid´s malt liquor be that motive when i be loaded off that water
saw the situation heavy rollin´
shotgun and a chevy that´s stolen
strapped up and ready in case these niggas wanna get deadly
we can go there, i know there´s a place for busta niggas like ya´ll
but i heard it´s pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fall
too late for that 911 call, this murder´s already in progress
home invasions like asian got me obsessed like a vietnam vet
as i kick through the front door, blastin´
and lynch kicked down the back
operation: peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda already had your gats loaded
cuz it ain´t no tellin´ when we comin´
back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin´ with the engine still
runnin´
cuz real killers make them real quick get aways
spray the whole place and skirt
as quick as we can, we does our dirt
whoever gets hurt, that´s business
so please don´t take this personal
it´s just that murder´s in my nature
so four years now, that´s what i´ve been searchin´ for
cuz doin´ dirt grows old when it´s the same old thing
that´s why i try to take my murders to the highest extreme
make everybody scream, open up some spleens
still hearin´ the blood spillin´
it´s just a little dream that i be havin´
man, i love killin´

(brotha lynch):
i got a hard dick for killin´
southside villain
protect your wife and your children
feel my nature rise

(swartzaniggaz):
not quite knowin´ about this nigga?
check your metro sections
then cross reference murders by streets and dates
and how many times niggas´ hoes´ got raped
mr. no prints, the reason one time runs out of yellow tape
fuckin´ with a half deck, havin´ niggas on hush
smokin´ a bowl that i re-dust
open up your chest when i bust
so suit up, cuz it´s kill a nigga night
ain´t no tellin´ when triple 6 gets to shootin´ up
movin´ up your death date, with a tre-8 special
it´s way too late to wrestle, as i nestle the sword stoppers
split your ass open like pinata
loadin´ up like a rotweiler
lining up like tyson snortin´ cocaine powder
pure dank sniffer, some like a lot of fluid, but i beg to differ
one wiff of that shit and i´m on cloud nine
nigga, don´t trip if you ain´t got no nuts
cuz i brought mine all buffed and shined
untouchable when i´m fuckin´ full of that nitrate wine
that´s when i bust on nineteen times and up
cuz i´m nuts, goin´ out my mind
few, there´s no luck, you fucked for life, for sho´
get your ass up on the floor
tryin´ to catch me at that lateral, slippin´
by my lonesome, but i´m on some, so who wants some?
fresh out the gates, ain´t no room to make mistakes
try to make my tapes, but i feel the hoe hate
tuck my dick inside in the o-8
must of been the way the clip mate with the.45
no body, no case
taste the meat, can´t wait to eat
keep the street dirty, keep sturdy in your face

(swartzaniggaz):
ya´ll niggas don´t wanna feel my nature rise
cuz i get dirty, shoot up shit with my clint eastwood
leave your neighborhood lookin´ like a ghost town, nigga
you standin´ on dangerous grounds
when we come to sac, better have your automatics on loaded status
cuz me and my niggas be on the savage, leavin´ no prints
not givin´ ya´ll niggas a inch, cuz i´ma lynch you
fry your guts like sizziline
have your homie reminiscing´ about your gangsta lean
nigga, it ain´t no fuckin´ with my clique
you can dial 911, but it ain´t no rescue
man, i hope the dear lord bless you
next to this nigga, ain´t no one´s nuts bigger
clutch your guts nigga, fuckin´ with this swartzanigga
cuz i done lost it, taggin´ niggas like a pit bull with rabies
gone off 40 ounces of o.e.
creepin´ up on you, like doin´ my magnum p.i.
lazy eye with lil´ blacc mile
smokin´ a hard dick for killin´