My Soul to Keep

Lyrics

[Interlude: Kokane, Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah, yeah, nigga, recognize this shit Brotha Lynch in this motherfucker (Brotha Lynch in this motherfucker) Brought to you by the Real Nigga Association (Brought to you by the real niggas, nigga) We've now taken over your broadcast station, bitch So bitch, recognize We gon' return you to your previous channel (That's right) Brotha Lynch? (What up?) Brotha Lynch for '9-6, '9-7, '9-8, '9-9 'til this bitch is over with Comin' from the Sactown Brotha Lynch, break it down (Recognize), yay yay Brotha Lynch, break it down Kokane in this bitch Check this shit out 'Cause we all have a place in time The niggas trying to take what's mine Tryna learn this game, but you can't see me like the wind Have you ever found a tale of homies jackin' homies? Give a nigga a molly, take a trip cross country Yeah, yeah, nigga, on this motherfucker (On this motherfucker) We only expressin' game, check this out, uh (Game me) Sweet Talk (What up?) Why don't you draw some flakes on these motherfuckers Show 'em what time it is with my nigga Brotha Lynch (Well alright) Now who's getting used? Who's catching the 501 blues? Well, alright For our Father, our thought thought be the jigga stalkin' Shit talkin' product of my environment So we dwell with the sickness in our mind Coming from the Jurassic era, we vets, bitch, it gets no better Putting it down for the Sactown Shit, if you don't know Brotha Lynch, you don't know your ass from a hole in the ground, alright The sin, now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep out here in these streets, oh Brotha Lynch, Kokane in this bitch, Sweet Talk in this bitch (You motherfuckers better recognize) '9-6, '9-7, '9-8, '9-9 'til this bitch is over with (Uh, it's on, my nigga, Sactown, nigga)