Suicide Note - Brotha Lynch Hung

Hey, Yeah

Come here, Wussup

Let me tell you something, Humm?

Do me this favor, What favor?

I want you to take care of my kids for me

I’ll be right back, Why you doing this?

When they ask you about me

Just tell them he didn’t give a fuck about shit

That’s what I want them to know

Cuz that’s what they think anyways, alright

Will you be my voice?

Okay

Will you be my feelings?

Finally let them know

You tell me this

How do you tell your kids that you addicted to drugs

And that your love ain’t nothing to spark with to a dub

And even though it’s just weed it got me spending up G’s

Buying up keys and smoking my weed amongst thieves

I rather jack off then fuck bitches

I’ll make it crack off

I hit switches

Use to get crack off quick

Do the snitches

I use to bang up the block

The homie cooked up the rock

While I use to look up the block

For the po po’s

I know my do knows

And my don’t knows

Moved out the Deuce Fo to do rap shows

And lost a couple of homies (fuck)

Big Zo he still with me

He a OG

29th street Crip

That nigga know me

You know E it goes deep

Q-Ball resting in peace

Spent years trying to fight the tears

And I got new problems resting in me

Still crying over joyce memories

Still wish Sicx and X was out wit me

So here’s my suicide note (come on)

Take care of my kids

Cuz I ain’t coming back for years

Here’s my suicide note

My life is a joke

Baby please read the letter I wrote

Here’s my suicide note

Hold back the tears I’ll be back in a couple of years

Here’s my suicide note

Cuz my life is a joke

So please homie read the letter I wrote