Letra Had 2 gat ya Brotha Lynch Hung

Had 2 gat ya

[BLH]I'ma let it be known that im with the force so nigga you know its onoil my chrome cause i got murder in my blood and in my chromosonefor the fact that i tek none pack a gun in my dang a langthat nigga that nigga that gang bang no never that nigga that claimyeah im a nigga eating Jesus brains i got the evil in my muthafuckin back and in my muthafuckin veinswearing my black to creep,momma told a muthafucka he'd be dead in a weekso nigga what? load me like a (12 5???) sale,pass the dank takin dead body's to the blood bankand while i hook em up properi got them swallowing in my loaded heart stopperPO
P! POP! the trigga fiend, the niggas spleenplus the barrel on my muthafuckin nine, lookin plusthat nigga that nigga that runs them mothafuckas backi got you fiendin for a nigga like you fiend for crackcause its like that (mo wiggita then a nigga get might packed???)cause in the 4 you know never know you better gat right backso niggas know us brothas can't go out like thatsellin my momma the crack, watch yo back cause(
You know i had to gat ya)
Chorus: repeat 4
X187 on a nigga nigga nigga
You know I had 2 Gat Ya[BLH]Yeah, picture your death, that nigga that siccness figure to sick this, foothat nigga that rips(??? look at that nigga ) that siccness dropsand as my trigga goes Pop! Pop! Pop!that niggas be ducking from the buck shotsee, fuck it when the gun drops, you know its in a hoes cockso there it goes, not the average niggathe baby killa, (???a rabies)dealin that nigga maybe killin that nigga that smooth waythat mothafuckas ain't shit to mewhite nigga, black trigga cracks every mothafuckas backlate in a day, fools used to get they squabs onthe blood gang deuce nine creep mobb zonerunnin a mothafucka like a pittbull, loadin up that clip toolbut stealin on muthafuckas like a cleptolet no, other muthafuckas raise yo hoodhalf the mothafuckas smokin niggas like woodgot locked up with they cock up, some other niggas assholebut atleast my niggas had enough heart to blast thoughnow the duece ain't deep like 86i'm solo, might as well see me on a crucifixthe duece for age, baby killin athiestfor the funk right back, cause (You know I had to gat ya)Chorus[BL
H]same ol fool, that nigga deep load, what upain't no doubt who runs the muthafuckacause every cut i drop is like a muthafuckin main (course??)(???) thats why i make so many corpsecause when they hear that nigga that nigga that siccness drop my nine millimeter goes Pop! my sign going to creep them, nightmare creeper millimeter meterlock up, main corpse, spirit your braingot niggaz killin niggaz, just because im rappin insanesomething like a manson mind, my nigga triple six(i got em doing a devil dance of mine)leavin em only one chance to die and niggaz wanna used a glockniggaz wanna go to heaven but don't want to get shot downyeah, with my 38 snotnosei got niggaz crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hella hoeslettin loose like Antonio Montanawith a oozie and im kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em
Ah, psycho like micro mind (sprice?) sixbrotha lynch, rippin his arms off up the crucifixand when i grab my 9 millimeter gun, point it to your backcause i don't know how to act so (You know I had 2 Gat Ya)Chorus 2X(
You Know I had 2 Gat Ya)