(lynch):   Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes   Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise   Situations and circumstances make you take them dangerous chances   Leave you in your front seat with your neck slit, then I'm hittin' fences   Now i'ma talk about the same dirty situation   Shit you hatin', that's why your casket is waitin'   Shine your ass up like a triple gold dayton   When I'm in your town you better cut like walter payton   Studio man keep tapin', I got that bitch, she peratratin'   Show your whole family, leave you on your front porch hangin'   With a note that's saying: 'sincerely, swartzaniggaz'   Put your hands in your pocket, give it up   I demand I need my tweed, potent refer, man   Bandstandin' with the hand cannon   Split my face, muthafucka, gimme your scrill   And that rolex in your hand, understand?    Yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise      (swartzaniggaz):   I can feel my nature rise   Starin' at the marks that I despise   Through evil eyes, high style thoughts turn homicides   You gots to die, for tryna ride and get me   Got some off, but none of them hit me   Now on a payback tip, with a patched black mask   On the grass with a 50 caliber weapon   Hangin' up over the door of the chev and causin' slaughter   Sid's malt liquor be that motive when I be loaded off that water   Saw the situation heavy rollin'   Shotgun and a chevy that's stolen   Strapped up and ready in case these niggas wanna get deadly   We can go there, I know there's a place for busta niggas like ya'll   But I heard it's pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fall   Too late for that 911 call, this murder's already in progress   Home invasions like asian got me obsessed like a vietnam vet   As I kick through the front door, blastin'   And lynch kicked down the back   Operation: peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda already had your gats loaded   'cause it ain't no tellin' when we comin'   Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin' with the engine still   Runnin'   'cause real killers make them real quick get aways   Spray the whole place and skirt   As quick as we can, we does our dirt   Whoever gets hurt, that's business   So please don't take this personal   It's just that murder's in my nature   So four years now, that's what I've been searchin' for   'cause doin' dirt grows old when it's the same old thing   That's why I try to take my murders to the highest extreme   Make everybody scream, open up some spleens   Still hearin' the blood spillin'   It's just a little dream that I be havin'   Man, I love killin'      (brotha lynch):   I got a hard dick for killin'   Southside villain   Protect your wife and your children   Feel my nature rise      (swartzaniggaz):   Not quite knowin' about this nigga?    Check your metro sections   Then cross reference murders by streets and dates   And how many times niggas' hoes' got raped   Mr. no prints, the reason one time runs out of yellow tape   Fuckin' with a half deck, havin' niggas on hush   Smokin' a bowl that I re-dust   Open up your chest when I bust   So suit up, 'cause it's kill a nigga night   Ain't no tellin' when triple 6 gets to shootin' up   Movin' up your death date, with a tre-8 special   It's way too late to wrestle, as I nestle the sword stoppers   Split your ass open like pinata   Loadin' up like a rotweiler   Lining up like tyson snortin' cocaine powder   Pure dank sniffer, some like a lot of fluid, but I beg to differ   One wiff of that shit and I'm on cloud nine   Nigga, don't trip if you ain't got no nuts   'cause I brought mine all buffed and shined   Untouchable when I'm fuckin' full of that nitrate wine   That's when I bust on nineteen times and up   'cause I'm nuts, goin' out my mind   Few, there's no luck, you fucked for life, for sho'   Get your ass up on the floor   Tryin' to catch me at that lateral, slippin'   By my lonesome, but I'm on some, so who wants some?    Fresh out the gates, ain't no room to make mistakes   Try to make my tapes, but I feel the hoe hate   Tuck my dick inside in the o-8   Must of been the way the clip mate with the .45   No body, no case   Taste the meat, can't wait to eat   Keep the street dirty, keep sturdy in your face      (swartzaniggaz):   Ya'll niggas don't wanna feel my nature rise   'cause I get dirty, shoot up shit with my clint eastwood   Leave your neighborhood lookin' like a ghost town, nigga   You standin' on dangerous grounds   When we come to sac, better have your automatics on loaded status   'cause me and my niggas be on the savage, leavin' no prints   Not givin' y'all niggas a inch, 'cause i'ma lynch you   Fry your guts like sizziline   Have your homie reminiscing' about your gangsta lean   Nigga, it ain't no fuckin' with my clique   You can dial 911, but it ain't no rescue   Man, I hope the dear lord bless you   Next to this nigga, ain't no one's nuts bigger   Clutch your guts nigga, fuckin' with this swartzanigga   'cause I done lost it, taggin' niggas like a pit bull with rabies   Gone off 40 ounces of o.e.   Creepin' up on you, like doin' my magnum p.i.   Lazy eye with lil' blacc mile   Smokin' a hard dick for killin'