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    "In The Beginning" Lyrics

    Brotha Lynch Hung

    track 1
    Plague [2002]
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    In the beginning There was darkness And then came the
    light And everybody was happy Then came the plague
    And the siccness and the doom followed Then everybody
    died [Verse 1] Funny funny,
    Mad Dog for the money money Grab y'all to the tummy
    dummy Some of you listen im stable It's nothin Like
    bein in a cell with Doom niggaz See a spell WWW make
    a motherf**ka smell.Plague.
    net Real niggaz we bout techs Hit you in the neck Real
    gettas we buy guns When the shit get funkadelic Bound
    to hit you wit the ?? gun Shots to the abdomen Death
    becomes ??? [Verse 2] We tore this Northtown savage
    And I'm all about my cabbage I pierce my dick And I'm
    quick to tell some shit about hoes and automatics I'm
    equipped with a clique of rhymes I'm equipped with
    a clique of bitches I'm equipped with a clique of slugs
    Fo sho' to sink you with the quickness [Verse 3] Snake
    Through the streets of south Nevada Find me a simple
    minded bitch And I lick my lips and then I'm out Playboy
    7, Northtown Doomsday Las Vegas homes Soon as I go
    I'm bout to say get 'em [Verse 4] The shit that got
    me hot Now I got my glock And I got it cocked So I'm
    a let it pop Like pop goes the weasel Motherf**k your
    Volvo horsepower Nigga you f**kin with a diesel That'll
    destroy your head up In your darkest hour 'cause nigga
    I'm a killa Better known to your baby mama as the rapist
    When I raise the people's hand and eyebrow Watch real
    life embraces So I put the smackdown On your candy
    ass And if you scared to get 'em up motherf**ker We
    still gone blast [Verse 5] Here's a lesson in demonology
    I'm darin my enemies to size out chronologically Make
    no apology Trust no other motherf**kers Except my doom
    niggaz I crush Any punk bitch niggaz That wanna f**k
    with us Known for croppin motherf**kers down to the
    bone With a semi-automatic Double-edged axe blade chrome
    With an army like Anubis We keep comin no matter what
    So f**k a punk bitch that try to do to us
    This song was submitted on January 3rd, 2012 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Chris Slade, Manfred Mann, Mick Rogers.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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