"Blood On Da Rug" lyrics
(feat. T-Macc)
[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
I'm off that motherfucking OE and Gin
Once again, talking 'bout that blood on the rug
Evidence, could have been mine or his
So I been stressed out ever since
Left him on the concrete with his head split
Found out where I live by this, by this, punk bitch
Knowin' it's about to crack like an indo sack
I'm hell of fucked-up, so with the heat I commence to peak out the window, waitin'
Ran off the indo, shaking niggas like Barry Sanders
'Cause they weak, like a spiderweb, in the fact to suck you up 'cause you weak
And I'm at my peak, when I'm buckin' at the enemy, it's like ten of me
Choppin' down trees, twistin' up leaves, 'bout to make niggas bleed
Off the hook like a fish with his lip cut, get away, got away, rip gut
Hit 'em up with enough lead stuff to turn 'em into a magnet
Body in the dragnet, keep my dickies saggin' blue flaggin'
Body draggin' down the street to the end of the creek and it's evil you see
Creeping through the grass, and the gardens dick hard
And I be draggin' on a Garcia Vega with the green flavour neighbour-
Hood make a break a deuce four
Fuck a hoe, a lot of niggas don't know
But it's "lose a hoe – gain a hoe"
So, bruise a hoe who's to know
You'll need to follow me up
Leave your body in the back of the '84 cut, all chopped-up
Look through my window at night, and you can get glass in your eye
After that your ass gonna die screamin' ... and that's no lie
You'll be passin' me by, every night
'Til I come out with the minni mac and attack like a pitbull off that dumb shit you pulled, I'm talkin 'bout that
Murder, evidence
We been doin' this here, ever since, ever since
Day one, day one, split, gotta
Nigga gone, buy this
Bitch fucked-up, fucked-up, fucked-up, fucked-up, fucked-up, fucked-up
[T-Macc:]
Yeah come on
They got me contemplating on homicide
Clutchin' to my 45
Then I miss [?] to the doja, the paranoia taking over my mind
It was all a matter of time
Before we hit where you was at
Off in your residence
Cock the hammer back and between your eyes
For the dead presidents [?]
And ever since day one
When this shit begun
Been in it for the fun
It's the Cutthroat nigga
And the Ripgut
My nigga Lynch Hung
We do this shit on a daily
Maybe we'll let you live to see your baby
If you hurry up and show me where is the do' at
Nigga I won't kill you and your Lady
Stuff the duffle bag full of cash
Dope, greens, heaters and hash
File the bundles, I'm even in the cut
Snatchin' shit up out the stash
Got this motherfuckers bound to gag
Dragging bags, full of illegal shit across the grass
Jumped in a black 'lac with the windows up and smash
On my way back to the pad
My nigga Lynch splitting up all the cash
Getting gone off this niggas dodo
And for sure be smoking up all the hash
'Cause we mash after the cash, fast and never hesitant
We'll leave you and yo' bitch tied up ever since nigga with no evidence
No evidence
I'm off that motherfucking OE and Gin
Once again, talking 'bout that blood on the rug
Evidence, could have been mine or his
So I been stressed out ever since
Left him on the concrete with his head split
Found out where I live by this, by this, punk bitch
Knowin' it's about to crack like an indo sack
I'm hell of fucked-up, so with the heat I commence to peak out the window, waitin'
Ran off the indo, shaking niggas like Barry Sanders
'Cause they weak, like a spiderweb, in the fact to suck you up 'cause you weak
And I'm at my peak, when I'm buckin' at the enemy, it's like ten of me
Choppin' down trees, twistin' up leaves, 'bout to make niggas bleed
Off the hook like a fish with his lip cut, get away, got away, rip gut
Hit 'em up with enough lead stuff to turn 'em into a magnet
Body in the dragnet, keep my dickies saggin' blue flaggin'
Body draggin' down the street to the end of the creek and it's evil you see
Creeping through the grass, and the gardens dick hard
And I be draggin' on a Garcia Vega with the green flavour neighbour-
Hood make a break a deuce four
Fuck a hoe, a lot of niggas don't know
But it's "lose a hoe – gain a hoe"
So, bruise a hoe who's to know
You'll need to follow me up
Leave your body in the back of the '84 cut, all chopped-up
Look through my window at night, and you can get glass in your eye
After that your ass gonna die screamin' ... and that's no lie
You'll be passin' me by, every night
'Til I come out with the minni mac and attack like a pitbull off that dumb shit you pulled, I'm talkin 'bout that
Murder, evidence
We been doin' this here, ever since, ever since
Day one, day one, split, gotta
Nigga gone, buy this
Bitch fucked-up, fucked-up, fucked-up, fucked-up, fucked-up, fucked-up
[T-Macc:]
Yeah come on
They got me contemplating on homicide
Clutchin' to my 45
Then I miss [?] to the doja, the paranoia taking over my mind
It was all a matter of time
Before we hit where you was at
Off in your residence
Cock the hammer back and between your eyes
For the dead presidents [?]
And ever since day one
When this shit begun
Been in it for the fun
It's the Cutthroat nigga
And the Ripgut
My nigga Lynch Hung
We do this shit on a daily
Maybe we'll let you live to see your baby
If you hurry up and show me where is the do' at
Nigga I won't kill you and your Lady
Stuff the duffle bag full of cash
Dope, greens, heaters and hash
File the bundles, I'm even in the cut
Snatchin' shit up out the stash
Got this motherfuckers bound to gag
Dragging bags, full of illegal shit across the grass
Jumped in a black 'lac with the windows up and smash
On my way back to the pad
My nigga Lynch splitting up all the cash
Getting gone off this niggas dodo
And for sure be smoking up all the hash
'Cause we mash after the cash, fast and never hesitant
We'll leave you and yo' bitch tied up ever since nigga with no evidence
No evidence
Writer(s): Kevin Mann
