X-RAIDED lyrics : "That's How My Trigga Went"
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
A nine in my motha$#&@ing guts, so cold
(...My nine is easy to load...)
So I keep the motha$#&@a on safe
Cause a nine in your dick ain't safe
Rolling up in a devil rag Caprice
Triple-6 the Bounty got the clip to my piece
Roasted dark meat tonite we gonna feast
Load'em up, ^!$$% Deep on a creep, boom, boom
Let'em see what's up, the Brotha Lynch
Straight using my life broke
All I see is devils and gun smoke
But they wanna be heaven sent
Boom and that's how my trigga went
Gotta fix that crack
Mama gotta grave, ^!$$% %#@! like that
Put a ^!$$% aching, having fits like that
Guns on safe but it clicks right back
(...Going out on a motha$#&@a like that...)
Now I'm dead...
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
The ^!$$% with the motha$#&@ing sickness
Cut ya #~!!@ with a razor blade, (*##$
Come sit on my face, bleed all over my face
Get up, now let me nut in ya face
Nothing but the atheist talking that crazy %#@!
Something like the triple-six sickness
(*##$, ya betta be used to be a (*##$
Ya betta be used to me when I picture six six six
I'm layin' on my bed like a grave
Praying I'n not that way, I'm like this:
Put ya wound on my lips
The Brotha Lynch biting to the skin rips
X-rated flicks, nothing but the Brotha Lynch sickness, (*##$
$#&@ him if ya ^!$$% wanna talk some %#@!
Punk motha$#&@a [Gunshot]
I'm the motha$#&@ing Brotha Lynch...
(...Going out...)
Loadin'em up!
(...on a motha$#&@a...)
Blowin'em up!
(...like that...)
^!$$%, I'm sick of this %#@!
(*##$, open ya legs for this
Now guess where my trigga went...
[Triple-6 Bounty]
Triple-6 motha$#&@ing Bounty fiending to eat this motha$#&@ing mob
#~!!@...
So there is it, ^!$$%...So I'ma kick this %#@! for ya...
Give it up for the Endangered
And that's how my ^!$$% went
Rough, so $#&@ing rough, my ^!$$%'s trigga went rip gut
So $#&@ing what?
My ^!$$% Lynch ain't the ^!$$% you thought he was, (*##$
Catch a bullet of Lynch Hung
Or the swing of a left foot's swang
By the fool who speaks in Devil tongue
That's how that ^!$$% went
Plus that how my trigga went
Would ya figure by now?
You motha$#&@as consider him insane
The Baby Killa's already dead
Boom, boom, filling the lead in a baby's head
Skitzo, my ^!$$% went buckwild
Hah haaaa...
(...God bless ya child...)
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