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x-raided - that's how my trigga went lyrics

[verse 1: brotha lynch hung]
a nine in my mothaf-cking guts, so cold
(…my nine is easy to load…)
so i keep the mothaf-cka on safe
cause a nine in your d-ck ain’t safe
rolling up in a devil red caprice
triple-6 the bounty got the clip to my piece
roasted dog meat tonight we gonna feast
load’em up, n-gga deep in 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 want me to be heaven sent
boom and that’s how my trigga went
gotta fix that crack
mama gotta grave, n-gga sh-t like that
witta n-gga aging, having fits like that
guns on safe but it cl!cks right back
now i take it to the head
(…going off on a mothaf-cka like that…)
now i’m dead…

[verse 2: brotha lynch hung]
the n-gga with the mothaf-cking sickness
cut ya p-ssy with a razor blade, b-tch
come sit on my face, bleed all over my face
get up, now let me nut in ya face
nothing but a atheist talking that crazy sh-t
something like the triple-six sickness
b-tch, ya betta be used to being a b-tch
ya betta be used to me when i picture six six six
i lay in my bed like a grave
praying i’m not that way, i’m like this:
put ya wound on my lips
the brotha lynch biting to the skin rips
x-raided fl!cks, nothing but the brotha lynch sickness, b-tch
f-ck him if a n-gga wanna talk some sh-t
punk mothaf-cka -gunshot-
i’m the mothaf-cking brotha lynch…
(…going off…)
loadin’em up!
(…on a mothaf-cka…)
blowin’em up!
(…like that…)
n-gga, i’m sick of this sh-t
b-tch, open ya legs for this
now guess where my trigga went…

[interlude: sicx]
triple-6 mothaf-cking bounty finna to eat this mothaf-cking mom’s
p-ssy…
so there is it, n-gga… and i’ma kick this sh-t for ya…

[verse 3: sicx & (brotha lynch hung)]
give it up for the endangered
and that’s how my n-gga went
rough, so f-cking rough, my n-gga’s trigga went rip gut
so f-cking what?
my n-gga lynch ain’t the n-gga you thought he was, b-tch
catch a bullet of lynch hung
or the swing of a left hook swung
by the fool who speaks in a devil tongue
that’s how that n-gga went
plus that how my trigga went
wouldn’t ya figure by now?
you mothaf-ckas consider him insane
the baby k!lla’s already dead
boom, boom, feel the weight of the lead in a baby’s head
schizo, my n-gga went buckwild
hah haaaa…
(…god bless ya child…)

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