Hunta Killa Lyrics
[Lynch]It's the Hunta KillaOff of the 9 skrillaWit my nap sack fulla pillaNigga worst than the movie Thrilla and reallaCause this is real life (that's right)I saw that nigga get his head tore off (by who?)By the same nigga that took his wifeYou know I come nutty stingin like syphillisYou can get your liver splitBy your own bictch fuckin wit thisStay drunk when I dip and ain't shitI got vast amountsYour ass'll count em when I'm shootin em down your bitch's mouth(Cause this the) Hunta Killa deal a lot And fuckin em shit shoes (wit the what?)Wit the nine and watchin the bloody nut come out everytimeAnd you know it's mine When I com through loominWit the MK-1 and when they done they lookin like sushi (Raw!)Wit the oozie I get the shit doneYou know it's like velcro or polygripI stick to the shit that make you nut up wit your dome splitI want you to trip And I'll be sittin right there wit the casket(You know!) you was at the wrong place at the right time then you got blasted(You hoe!) Hunta Killa in black mack-10 in the trunk with the slump I'll hug you like mamaWhen I use it it gotta be because I be off that juicy shitNot use to it I'm addicted to the siccness Might flip this nigga shit frequentlyThem young g's they wanna speak to me(But what) but they don't need to beI'll have they hat quickWit no pacticePut you in the trunk wit the slump stickin em like a cactusAnd I'm concentratin on stackin gripI got's to hit you wit the slugNo love bitch ass nigga you knowIt's Hunta Killa (that's realla)Chorus: repeat 3X'sPut you in duct tape and leave you sinkin in the river (Hunta Killa! Killa!)Put you in duct! Put you in duct tape![Kyel]Spent most of my time on the grindIn the bucket wit a loaded tech nineOn the corner lookin' out for the one timeAnd these niggas from the othaside tryin to take mineKeep the heat on my waist lineMake bullets chase niggas and erase fake niggas You can call me the grave diggaMoney go-getta all about the skrillaCap pilla known for breakin in homes and gettin the goodsCross the line of the mastermind mothafucka I wish you wouldGot niggas in every hood and ready to go to warI'm gettin paid the way I should so what the fuck you hatin forWaistin time thinkin bout mine you should be gettin yoursYou den put yourself in some deep shitNow you hittin the floor when I come throughKickin down your door like a predatorSpittin lyrics in metaphorsAll you rap cats thinkin you the shitMy game's 10 years ahead of yoursAnd I'm headed for the topLyrics don't never stopSo fuck whateva you talkin boutI'm takin over shit and I'm settin up shopRaisin niggas up out they spot All you bustas gotta goNow I'mma bust a bitch and let you knowWe can tear and war wit these scary hoesWit a tech 9 to your domeIt aint shit for me to run up in your home Wit the chrome take whateva the fuck I want then get goneI was born to be a rida known as a balla shot callaLeader of the packAin't neva been no followaAin't neva been no bustaDumpin on mothafuckasAin't neva been no sucka spillin information to the undacovaI only fuck wit ridas and realas thug niggas drug dealasAll about the skrilla cemetary fillasIt's Hunta Killa (That's reala)Chorus [3Xs]
Brotha Lynch Hung Hunta Killa
