Went Way
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics


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Two years ago, a friend of mine
told me to write me a tight ass rhyme
and so I, I wrote this rhyme that I am about to say
the rhyme is tight and it went this way
And I'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled weed
shystie niggas keep staring at me
I had my 45 and my 44
i put one on my briefcase so them niggas'll know
lives get took
that's it just like a book
do you want a meathook
smoke a fat blunt on my couch wit my feet up while you get took
fo yo skrill
hundred dolla bill
take yo pill muthaf**ka
while you bullshitin dis shit is real
i ain't no twelve inch
can't mix me up in this shit
i got full clips
and alone i do my shit
so trust me you information faulty
and i wouldn't eat you cause your meat's too salty
i'd rather, step through a fire ring wit some gasoline draws than f**k wit you
cause you the type of nigga that'll tell'em everything you saw, wit my
big bad forty auto mag
twenty sac nigga get yo money back if you don't think you of that sliznack
motivated, totally undominated
i got that sickness and the remedy, my momma made it
easy fo me i didn't have to work
fourteen years old in the backseat drinkin o.e. like kirk

now just the other day a friend of mine
told me to write me a tight ass rhyme
and so i, i wrote this ryhme that i'm about to say
the rhyme is tight and it went this way
i know it's been a long time, i shouldn't left you
without a tight rhyme to step to
think of all them weak ass albums you slept through
well i'm yo medicine, sorry i kept you
went to my brother's house, without a doubt
twisted one up with the nigga, smoked'em out
got to writin some of dat sicc made my own bacc fade type script
high enough to write a whole career full of shit
i mean blitzed, toe up, drug cost up, ready to f**k, throw up
man i got my cheddah cheese ass nigga know what
i don't hold no grudges i just ain't f**kin wit you no mo, mission stay




sicc made and don't let nothin penetrate my barracade
barracade barracade barracade, barracade

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Brotha Lynch Hung's song "Went Way" are about the artist reflecting on his skill as a rapper and the violent world he comes from. The first verse talks about how he was challenged by a friend to write a good rhyme and he responds by creating a tight verse. However, he also carries a 45 and a 44 for protection against shady characters who stare at him while he is carrying his crumbled weed in his briefcase. This sets the tone for the rest of the song, which is about living and surviving in a tough and often volatile environment. He talks about the importance of looking out for oneself, not trusting others easily, and always being prepared to protect oneself. The second verse is a continuation of the first with a new rhyme and another reflection on his skills as a rapper. The chorus is a repetition of "barricade" which is symbolic of the walls he puts up to protect himself.


Line by Line Meaning

Two years ago, a friend of mine
Two years ago, a friend of mine suggested that I write a great rap song.


told me to write me a tight ass rhyme
He asked me to write an excellent rap with great lyrics and flow.


and so I, I wrote this rhyme that I am about to say
So, I wrote the lyrics that I am about to sing.


the rhyme is tight and it went this way
The rap song is so good and goes like this.


And I'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled weed
I am carrying my briefcase with some crushed marijuana.


shystie niggas keep staring at me
Some shady guys keep watching me suspiciously.


I had my 45 and my 44
I had two guns, one was a 45 caliber and the other was a 44 caliber handgun.


i put one on my briefcase so them niggas'll know
I placed one of my guns on my briefcase to let those guys know that I am not an easy target.


lives get took
People get killed.


that's it just like a book
It happens just like it reads in a book, people die.


do you want a meathook
Do you want to get killed?


smoke a fat blunt on my couch wit my feet up while you get took
While someone else gets killed, I am relaxing, smoking marijuana and enjoying life.


fo yo skrill
For your money.


hundred dolla bill
One hundred dollar bill.


take yo pill muthaf**ka
Take your drugs, you son of a b**ch.


while you bullshitin dis shit is real
Stop lying, this is the real deal.


i ain't no twelve inch
I am not someone to be messed with.


can't mix me up in this shit
Don't involve me in this trouble.


i got full clips
I have many bullets ready to be fired.


and alone i do my shit
I do things by myself.


so trust me you information faulty
You can't trust the information you have, it is incorrect.


and i wouldn't eat you cause your meat's too salty
I wouldn't kill you because you are not worth it.


i'd rather, step through a fire ring wit some gasoline draws than f**k wit you
I would rather face danger than mess with you.


cause you the type of nigga that'll tell'em everything you saw, wit my
You are the type of person who would give away everything you know to others.


big bad forty auto mag
A large, powerful, semi-automatic weapon.


twenty sac nigga get yo money back if you don't think you of that sliznack
I can give you twenty dollars if you don't think the drugs you bought from me are good enough.


motivated, totally undominated
I am driven and cannot be controlled by anyone else.


i got that sickness and the remedy, my momma made it
I have a problem, but my mother has a solution.


easy fo me i didn't have to work
It was easy for me, I didn't have to do anything.


fourteen years old in the backseat drinkin o.e. like kirk
When I was only fourteen years old, I used to drink alcoholic beverages in the backseat of a car.


now just the other day a friend of mine
Recently, a friend of mine asked me to write another great rap song.


told me to write me a tight ass rhyme
He requested that I write the lyrics for an excellent rap song.


and so i, i wrote this ryhme that i'm about to say
So, I wrote these lyrics that I am about to perform.


the rhyme is tight and it went this way
This rap song is amazing and it goes like this.


i know it's been a long time, i shouldn't left you
I have not produced music in a while, and I apologize for that.


without a tight rhyme to step to
I did not have a great rap song to share with you.


think of all them weak ass albums you slept through
Remember all those bad albums that you missed out on.


well i'm yo medicine, sorry i kept you
I am the cure for bad music, and I apologize for making you wait to get it.


went to my brother's house, without a doubt
I went to my friend's house without hesitation.


twisted one up with the nigga, smoked'em out
I smoked marijuana with my friend until he was high.


got to writin some of dat sicc made my own bacc fade type script
I started writing great lyrics and came up with my own unique style.


high enough to write a whole career full of shit
I was so high that I could have written many great rap songs.


i mean blitzed, toe up, drug cost up, ready to f**k, throw up
I was extremely high, wasted, and ready to do anything.


man i got my cheddah cheese ass nigga know what
I have money and everyone knows it.


i don't hold no grudges i just ain't f**kin wit you no mo, mission stay
I don't have any hard feelings, I just don't want to associate with you anymore.


sicc made and don't let nothin penetrate my barracade
I create great music and nothing can stop me.


barracade barracade barracade, barracade
I am protected and focused on success.




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