I C U by Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Nigga I see you
But you don't see me I'm leavin' up out your house
You was all tied up and watching me while I was diggin' out your spouse
I'm 'bout to choke her out and then I'ma fuck her while she's dead
Ejaculate on her face after that I'm gon' cut off the head
And what am I 'bout to do with you? First cut off the legs
Then I'ma pull out the lead and make you put it to your head (No!)
Then I'ma cut the nuts and put that spatula up your butt
Then I'ma a cut the guts and make that recipe nigga nut
So, you're about to have to give it up
Then face it, remember that mask that was on my Facebook?
Walkin' around the house like Jason lookin' for something to cut
I wanna eat some guts
And all this shit is happening 'cause I never have good luck
In a Cutlass I come up, run up in your house, gun up in your mouth, blah
I don't really give a fuck I think I'm turning into a nut
And if I have to do it, fine, to get that, me it's do or die
Ain't no getaway, you can try, black Locs over my eyes
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Nigga I see you, but you can't see me I swear to fuckin' Gardens
24 Blocc, dem niggas know who da hardest, regardless
I don't have to prove shit, I just... ya throat slit, retarded
I don't have to do shit, wait for the new shit, who started it?
I'm about to end it, I'ma give 'em a necklace
My neck rips flex a chainsaw, leavin' ya brains raw
Play me the game thaw, aimin' the AR-15
And my shit's clean, brand spankin', I'm on sick leave
Tummy aching, money making
Eatin' em up in the mornin' nigga with eggs and bacon
They mistakin', they don't wanna fuck with the sicko pyscho
They defaded, it goes, Micheal, Space Invader
I get high break potatoes, ate tomatoes
They gon' fuego
Eggo and niggas Lego, they know they get in the anal
Spit that shit like a volcano
I'ma go way low, givin' out them halos
Pay those, what about them, they know
Ayo, givin' out them KOs, venomous, sentiments ripped days ago
Sendin' that shit to the house, spouse
Tripping, I'm out here cripping, slippin' it in (slippin' it in)
Fuck around get rippin' again
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I just found out they owe me 800 thousand something
So we funkin', Tecca N9na about to get to dumping
Turn his lump into a pumpkin'
When they munchin' at a luncheon
We gon' thump to get it jumpin'
Then abolish all of his loved ones
'Til the lump sum comes in functions
I just payed 65 thou, wow, to get loose from off the
Clutches of music, fuckas, nothin' but a cucaracha
So if you say I owe, I got to shoot to stop ya
Produce the knockas then blocka, you false like chupacabra
You coughing, losing agua
No use in usin' Allah or Kabbalah
You got a few dollas that go to momma
So what do you think that mean?
That I'ma coming to get it, I really need that green
Nigga up in the crib and you in the crib, sex scene
Better cuff it up, I'ma pop it and ring that thing
He thinking I forgot and thinking he flew
Away with all the pay he holds today from me and my people
Gonna take a leap and seek you for the evil shit that we do
You skeet with cheese and cheat with greed
The beast will need to feast and nigga I see you
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Nigga I see you
But you don't see me I'm leavin' up out your house
You was all tied up and watching me while I was diggin' out your spouse
I'm 'bout to choke her out and then I'ma fuck her while she's dead
Ejaculate on her face after that I'm gon' cut off the head
And what am I 'bout to do with you? First cut off the legs
Then I'ma pull out the lead and make you put it to your head (No!)
Then I'ma cut the nuts and put that spatula up your butt
Then I'ma a cut the guts and make that recipe nigga nut
So, you're about to have to give it up
Then face it, remember that mask that was on my Facebook?
Walkin' around the house like Jason lookin' for something to cut
I wanna eat some guts
And all this shit is happening 'cause I never have good luck
In a Cutlass I come up, run up in your house, gun up in your mouth, blah
I don't really give a fuck I think I'm turning into a nut
And if I have to do it, fine, to get that, me it's do or die
Ain't no getaway, you can try, black Locs over my eyes
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Nigga I see you, but you can't see me I swear to fuckin' Gardens
24 Blocc, dem niggas know who da hardest, regardless
I don't have to prove shit, I just... ya throat slit, retarded
I don't have to do shit, wait for the new shit, who started it?
I'm about to end it, I'ma give 'em a necklace
My neck rips flex a chainsaw, leavin' ya brains raw
Play me the game thaw, aimin' the AR-15
And my shit's clean, brand spankin', I'm on sick leave
Tummy aching, money making
Eatin' em up in the mornin' nigga with eggs and bacon
They mistakin', they don't wanna fuck with the sicko pyscho
They defaded, it goes, Micheal, Space Invader
I get high break potatoes, ate tomatoes
They gon' fuego
Eggo and niggas Lego, they know they get in the anal
Spit that shit like a volcano
I'ma go way low, givin' out them halos
Pay those, what about them, they know
Ayo, givin' out them KOs, venomous, sentiments ripped days ago
Sendin' that shit to the house, spouse
Tripping, I'm out here cripping, slippin' it in (slippin' it in)
Fuck around get rippin' again
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I just found out they owe me 800 thousand something
So we funkin', Tecca N9na about to get to dumping
Turn his lump into a pumpkin'
When they munchin' at a luncheon
We gon' thump to get it jumpin'
Then abolish all of his loved ones
'Til the lump sum comes in functions
I just payed 65 thou, wow, to get loose from off the
Clutches of music, fuckas, nothin' but a cucaracha
So if you say I owe, I got to shoot to stop ya
Produce the knockas then blocka, you false like chupacabra
You coughing, losing agua
No use in usin' Allah or Kabbalah
You got a few dollas that go to momma
So what do you think that mean?
That I'ma coming to get it, I really need that green
Nigga up in the crib and you in the crib, sex scene
Better cuff it up, I'ma pop it and ring that thing
He thinking I forgot and thinking he flew
Away with all the pay he holds today from me and my people
Gonna take a leap and seek you for the evil shit that we do
You skeet with cheese and cheat with greed
The beast will need to feast and nigga I see you
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Nigga I see you, creepin' up in your house
Black MAC in the backpack I got you sleepin' on the couch
I don't know why I did it, I'm blacking out
Black out, black out, black out, black out