Lyrics to
Secondz A Way

This version of Secondz A Way was released by Brotha Lynch Hung in 1997.

Our About Brotha Lynch Hung page at Decade Lyrics includes the lyrics for Secondz A Way from 1997 as well as all of the other lyrics from Brotha Lynch Hung that we have in our lyrics database.

Here's more interesting things in songs and lyrics tied to Brotha Lynch Hung or about the 1990s in general.

Shit done changed, the strip got bigger
To make my ends I got the wheel and the trigger
I get my swerve on with the 80 P liquor
The liquor bring out the nigga in this nigga
Got me huntin’ with my musket, barred down with substance
Bringin’ my ruckus to the rival fuckas in rival clusters
I’m still givin’ birth to perfect joints, I keep it steady
Still mixin’ up with skeet sours, I like them heavy
Heavy’ll put a little bass in your voice
Yamps choice, no Rolls Royce but I keep it moist
I keep it saucy, ya bossy bitch talkin’ that costly shit
Bossy bitch think she too flossy to trip
I’m First muthafuckin’ Degree, not your average,
I’ll have your boulevard hoppin’
Poppin’ off when a baller pack a package of suckin’
Fuck you fuckin’ up duck, stuck like Chuck, now, now getcha dome in the trunk
As we donut, I dump, I seen too many moons, took the minds of too many bufoons
Fools with no clues that love to watch my aura glisten,
they still don’t listen
I…I got pot that’s hot to trot, can’t stop, won’t stop
I got Lynch Hung in my backseat sniffin’ for cops
I receipts of tweed purchase, medical purpose, write off at text time
So ya’ll go home, light the smoke, it’s relax time

Now I apologize for smoke on my mind
I been workin’ hard and I got to unwind
About the J.O.A. stayin’ in my brain
But I’m seconds away from goin’ insane
Now I need to lift away

Now you niggas know I come sick like a lunatic
Man, they must be high cuz they really don’t know who they fuckin’ with
I used to have them all bombed out
Drink Alize wine, then rhyme and smoke tweeds till we dropped out
I got the chop out, no doubt,
cuz if it ain’t about rappin’, gunplay’s gon’ happen
Cuz I’m tappin’ at yo’ window, off that Indo, more sacs than Santana
Better check your antenna on your radio or your stereo or your video
Cuz I’m not that pretty, but in the bedroom I’m critical
You got your chance, now use
Hit you with the Loaded album, coutesty of Siccmade Music
Evidently you got something against me
Don’t you tempt me, minty smells of the 20 sac of Indo, Killafornia’s best
Player haters die a slow death, slow death

I don’t wear no Chuck Taylors and don’t sag my pants
But I still lift the switch and make this 64 dance
More niggas with me now than I had in the hood
And they down for whatever and that’s all to the good
Wish you would test my technique and heart, nigga what?
Nigga, fuck that, bitch nigga what? Baby, duck!
What you wanna do now, ya bleedin’ from the floor
Nigga wanted beef, now he wants beef no more
That’s how I’m coming 9-6, bitch, rich and mad
Hoes in bikinis, rag Lambroginis, overseer runnin’ mad streets
Creepers with beepers and stash spots for glocks
And under car Escobar style, buck wild, you been there, you know the terrain
Niggas go insane, tryin’ to get the green
I’m just surviving on the streets with my peeps
And I’m livin’ for the day I catch a punk on the creep, yeah

Want more lyrics and songs by Brotha Lynch Hung?

Brotha Lynch Hung has released many songs over the years besides Secondz A Way. Brotha Lynch Hung released songs from 1993 to 2003 spanning across albums like 24 Deep, Season Of Da Siccness: The Resurrection, Loaded, EBK4, and Lynch By Inch: Suicide Note. Decade Lyrics has over lyrics & songs by Brotha Lynch Hung.

If you're a fan of the music of the 1990s looking for more songs from 1997 or the 1990s overall, you've come to the right place!

More Songs & Lyrics by Brotha Lynch Hung

Visit our Brotha Lynch Hung profile for more Brotha Lynch Hung songs, lyrics & info!