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Brotha Lynch Hung C Bo

Street There was a 187 on 24th Street Did you know there was a 187 on 24th Street See you can get yo mind tore up fuckin wit us, we let straps bust [Brother Lynch

[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

chicken And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V. We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's [x2] [C-Bo] Y'all niggas that don'

't defend myself. If you trippin, oh if you trippin then it must be you I'm talkin bout. And if it ain't you ... don't trip [Brother Lynch] Drop niggas