My Soul to Keep lyrics

[Interlude: Kokane, Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah, yeah, n*gga, recognize this sh*t
Brotha Lynch in this motherf*cker
(Brotha Lynch in this motherf*cker)
Brought to you by the Real n*gga Association
(Brought to you by the real n*ggas, n*gga)
We've now taken over your broadcast station, b*tch
So b*tch, 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 b*tch is over with
Comin' from the Sactown
Brotha Lynch, break it down (Recognize), yay yay
Brotha Lynch, break it down
Kokane in this b*tch
Check this sh*t out
'Cause we all have a place in time
The n*ggas 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 n*gga a molly, take a trip cross country
Yeah, yeah, n*gga, on this motherf*cker (On this motherf*cker)
We only expressin' game, check this out, uh (Game me)
Sweet Talk (What up?)
Why don't you draw some flakes on these motherf*ckers
Show 'em what time it is with my n*gga 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'
sh*t talkin' product of my environment
So we dwell with the sickness in our mind
Coming from the Jurassic era, we vets, b*tch, it gets no better
Putting it down for the Sactown
sh*t, 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 b*tch, Sweet Talk in this b*tch
(You motherf*ckers better recognize)
'9-6, '9-7, '9-8, '9-9 'til this b*tch is over with
(Uh, it's on, my n*gga, Sactown, n*gga)