Had to Gat Ya (Explicit)

I'm a let it be known

That I'm with the force

So ni**a you know it's on

Oil my chrome cause I got murder

In my blood and in my chromosone

For the fact that I tek none pack a gun

In my dang a lang

That ni**a that ni**a that gang bang

No never that ni**a that claim

Yeah I'm a ni**a eating Jesus brains

I got the evil in my muthaf**kin back

And in my muthaf**kin veins

Wearing my black to creep

Momma told a muthaf**ka

He'd be dead in a week

So ni**a what load me like a "tre five seven"

Pass the dank takin dead body's to the blood bank

And while I hook em up proper

I got them swallowing in my loaded heart stopper

POP POP the trigga fiend the niggas spleen

Plus the barrel on my muthaf**kin nine lookin plus

That ni**a that ni**a that runs them mothaf**kas back

I got you fiendin for a ni**a like you fiend for crack

Cause it's like that

(mo wiggita then a ni**a get might packed )

Cause in the 4 you know never know you better gat right back

So niggas know us brothas can't go out like that

Sellin my momma the crack

Watch yo back cause(You know I had to gat ya)

Had To Gat Ya - Brotha Lynch Hung

Yeah picture your death

That ni**a that siccness

Figure to sick this foo

That ni**a that rips

look at that ni**a) that siccness drops

And as my trigga goes Pop Pop Pop

That niggas be ducking from the buck shot

See f**k it when the gun drops you know it's in a hoes cock

So there it goes not the average ni**a

a rabies)

Dealin that ni**a maybe killin that ni**a that smooth way

That mothaf**kas ain't sh*t to me

White ni**a black trigga cracks every mothaf**kas back

Late in a day fools used to get they squabs on

The blood gang deuce nine creep mobb zone

Runnin a mothaf**ka like a pittbull loadin up that clip tool

But stealin on muthaf**kas like a clepto

Let no other muthaf**kas raise yo hood

Half the mothaf**kas smokin niggas like wood

Got locked up with they cock up some other niggas asshole

But atleast my niggas had enough heart to blast though

Now the duece ain't deep like 86

I'm solo might as well see me on a crucifix

The duece for age baby killin athiest

For the funk right back cause (You know I had to gat ya)

Same ol fool that ni**a deep load what up

Ain't no doubt who runs the muthaf**ka

Cause every cut I drop is like a muthaf**kin main (course )

that's why I make so many corpse

Cause when they hear

That ni**a that ni**a that siccness drop

My nine millimeter goes Pop

My sign going to creep them

Nightmare creeper millimeter meter

Lock up main corpse spirit your brain

Got niggaz killin niggaz just because I'm rappin insane

Something like a manson mind my ni**a triple six

(I got em doing a devil dance of mine)

Leavin em only one chance to die and niggaz wanna used a glock

Niggaz wanna go to heaven but don't want to get shot down

Yeah with my 38 snotnose

I got niggaz crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hella hoes

Lettin loose like Antonio Montana

With a oozie and I'm kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em

) six

Brotha lynch rippin his arms off up the crucifix

And when I grab my 9 millimeter gun point it to your back

Cause I don't know how to act so (You know I had 2 Gat Ya)