Lyrics:
Brotha Lynch Hung I C U

N9ne] [Chorus: x4] (Nigga I see you, Creepin up in yo house, Black mask in the backpack I caught ya sleepin on the couch) [Brotha Lynch:] Nigga I see

cangee got my back shit. It'll get venomous sendin' niggas at me, I keep a Russian AK in the back seat. I get the guns from the back seat, Brotha Lynch Hung

as Sicc I don't give a fuck put the quarter in the slot And play the game until I see what I got, I let gats pop [Chorus x2] [Brother Lynch] Come against me I

[C-Bo] With my eyes open I tried to focus I see my mother Squeezing my hand teary eyed behind her I see my brothers And I wonder how quick the game could

the rag, boy C-Bo keep niggas all up in they peepholes But hold up I'm lethal like blowin up a Reagle Full of your people, Desert Eagles to your kids I'm sick and I

was dipped [x2] [Brother Lynch] In some weak nigga sauce, the kind you put on spagetti I'm a kick back nigga but I'm armed and deadly And I'm shootin