Brotha Lynch Hung
I Ain’t Even Worried
[Verse 1: Playboy 7]
I been known to spit the flame courtesy of the Vegas streets
And I been known to put mileage on a bitch and bunions on her feet
And I been known to manipulate
Try jacking back to back masturbate
But it's unknown that I get prone ya n***a blast on and get gone
It's a sin city thang n***a, Northtown Las Vegas
Where the Bloods and Crips make empty threats and the eses blast with gauges
I bust raps, I bust caps, I bust hoes, and I ride lacs
We should change our name to Mcdonalds because we all Big Macs
Who wants a piece of this
N***a fuck wit Pit
N***a fuck wit Lynch
N***a fuck wit Klypss
It storms and I transform
Then my brain is on the fritz
Everybody's scheming, plotting, jacking, killing, raping, robbing
And it's harder to find a virgin than it is to find Bin Laden
But it's nuthin, making something
Thеn I'm forced to keep bustin
Call me Mace Windu
Whеn I'm on the Hindu
See I'll serve ya something
I'll make it hotter
Than a big fat pot of habanero curry n***a
So what
Who gives a shit fool I ain't even worried
[Verse 2: Pit]
Muthafuckas get tackled
I attack em like a jackal
Take a chunk out his face
Choke him and rip out his Adam's apple
Separate him like a jigsaw puzzle
All I know
N***as been getting fucked up ever since I came out this straight jacket and muzzle
Takes a guzzle
Of my Siccmade Doom juice
Oops
I transform some Dr Pit to Mr Sabertooth
On the loose now I'm cloaked
By the mist
Of the night
I attack
With the breeze
N***a please lemme take yo life
Should I shoot, should I come with a knife, even wit a lead pipe
Should've showed n***a how lightning strikes, cause one thing I don't like is a shit talk n***a that's scared to fight
Let me break it down clearly
Sincerely I hate ya
You couldn't make it upstate punk
Somebody would rape ya
Catch the vapors from the blunt I'm brazy
Crazy, drive you insane
I ain't even worried, dumpin on a room full of n***as like Max Payne
[Chorus]
Now you know I ain't worried about no n***as coming at me
I got control of the situation a Tec in my lap
You can try to fight the Siccness but you won't succeed
We ain't worried about you bitches cause we packs our heats
Turn around 'bout-face your doom is here
You can let go of your worries and release your fears
You can attack from the front or attack from the rear
We ain't worried about no n***as getting no tattoo tears

[Verse 3: Eklypss]
My bloods thick like brown gravy
Sick and bulky
Trickling down an IV like pepto and OE
N***as eyes is bloodshot
Beaming at ya like a lazy eye
Cut ya if ya touch me, under my tongue I keep a razor
I'm the original hack man, axe man, attack man
But this shit ain't like no hack-a-Shaq I'll split ya like a fraction
Then I'll shoot ya like freethrows
Boot ya like a field-goal
Fight ya like Tyson bite ya muthafuckin nose and earlobs
My n***as be smokin the best dope
Cuttin the most throats
Choking out broke hoes
Leaving them bitches comatose
And I just sit back, lay back, and stay cool
And rip shit on the fifteenth Doomsday'll act a fool
I'm taking Penicillin, antibiotics, Zoloft, and Smirnoff
Jackin off like a maniac cause I gotta blow my load off
And bitches use my semen for vaccine
Now the whole areas plot for quarantine
But I ain't worried though
[Verse 4: Brotha Lynch Hung]
See
I'm poison if you touch me
Ejaculate blood put ya body in the mud
I'm bloodthirsty
Somebody must've cursed me
All I got is water in my veins
Fuck your daughter in her brains
Caught her in the range
Then put the body in the strange
I'm untamed
Cut like cocaine give a n***as no-name no-game, no-pain no-gain
It's a lowdown dirty shame but I ain't no Keenen Ivory Wayans
We the n***as that play the hardest, you get addicted like Dre's artists
We mentally retarded
Making them revenues off that hard shit, that
Disrespectful shit, that doom number fifteen shit, fifteen in the clip ya spleen is split I'm steadily trying to clean shit
I stay dirty
Jukin n***as like James Worthy
I ain't even worried

[Chorus]
Now you know I ain't worried about no n***as coming at me
I got control of the situation a Tec in my lap
You can try to fight the Siccness but you won't succeed
We ain't worried about you bitches cause we packs our heats
Turn around 'bout-face your doom is here
You can let go of your worries and release your fears
You can attack from the front or attack from the rear
We ain't worried about no n***as getting no tattoo tears