[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Ya'll n***as don't know who I know
Me and MC Eiht
This ain't the regular
This is something different

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You think i'm bullshittin?
Test that theory
You can come through I got that fully and that teflon with me
Spit tec-rhyme quickly
Put it in the gap like new clothes it ain't no loopholes, just bulletholes
Open up that door let it off then pull it closed
And I smash off in the blue impala I do i'm proper
I'm not your average I loom the blocc up and threw the blocc up
It's for moves or no moves in an oldschool tinted windows
I know dudes, n***as that'll run up on you thats my kinfolks
Been broke n totin toasters most of my n***as know it so it don't mean nothin fuck em' feed em' the 4 don't lеad em' bleed em'
We comе, hardcore, spittin gunshots at your car door
You don't wanna fuck with us we got choppers, knockers
More Glocks that partners pop ya
Blocc blocc
24 street mo get ripgut n***a you gon' find ya guts
24 lines I gotta mix it up in a lick forgetcha gotcha forgot aboutcha
Got blood on my chucks
Hitcha gitcha splitcha in half like a cut was breakin up
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you
You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you
Imma do it movin dot com
Get it all out my system towards the 94' Christmas and they ran in your house
You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you
You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you
Imma do it movin dot com
Get it all out my system toward the 94' Christmas and they ran in your house

[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
Yeah i'm loco, indo, six-four, fo-fo
Who's that lookin through my mothafuckin window
They ass lookin funny, finna gon catch sum slugs
Ay Brotha Lynch Hung, watch the hoes get dubbed
Imma thug to the fullest, my gat, im gon pull it
I'm number one in the motherfuckin hood with a bullet
Fuck a bullet round my rap, check the one for my strap
In the west call it the hood, down south its the trap
Now my cap say Compton or LA at all times
I rep the motherfuckin turf every time that I rhyme
And I move bucks extra careful no sleepin
Cause it's Compton for life and I'm in so deep
And as long as I stay hood, no fame, fuck glory
Just a blue MC spittin my gang story
My life til the end hood rats n gats
OGs in the pen doing life for respect
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you
You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you
Imma do it movin dot com
Get it all out my system towards the 94' Christmas and they ran in your house
You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you
You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you
Imma do it movin dot com
Get it all out my system toward the 94' Christmas and they ran in your house

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Blocc, move, nice n***a thats the lingo
Kill everbody and myself before I let everything go
Im sicco, im schizo, packin pistols get ghosts like Casper
Leave your brains on the dashboard
I gotta fat saw like nascar, out, out
Ain't too many I can trust though
Sit n holla at the studio
Me and MC Eiht doing it, fuckin it up
Ain't that a bitch I'm all up in the same shit
Situation get thick, i'll call that hit right now

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you
You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you
Imma do it movin dot com
Get it all out my system towards the 94' Christmas and they ran in your house
You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you
You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you
Imma do it movin dot com
Get it all out my system toward the 94' Christmas and they ran in your house
You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you
You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you
Imma do it movin dot com
Get it all out my system towards the 94' Christmas and they ran in your house
You don't know who I know, they will run up and pop you
You don't know who I know, they will run up and drop you
Imma do it movin dot com
Get it all out my system toward the 94' Christmas and they ran in your house