Return Of Da Baby Killa Lyrics
You better pray When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, hoCock it back slow Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger goBOOM! Pussy-guts all over the roomIf you ain't seen it,Then you're fiendin'For the meanin'Of that nina of doom2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches outYou back that nigga that pack that gatAnd hit that indo-sackIt's like thatCannabis sativa, uh, got me stuck on stump, foolAll it take is a way, a fat, green-bud blunt and a stuntCause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep And block creepAnd witness murder, baby, kill a seedOnce it'll make you vomitGuts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's commonBiatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin' With they drama. POP! It's baby killa seasonPut 6 in the clip, put it up that clit And watch them baby's brainsDrip out that fetusBleed, it's that nigga that kill 'emI'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reasonSeason of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reasonGuess what daddy's bringin' home for supperNigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfuckerNow eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!Now eat!As I creep, picture every human that I seekSlabs of human meatCause my kids gotta eatI lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cutWhere niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slutNigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my primeEatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spinesI know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neckI'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettesBaby villain spine, that baby-killin' mindA fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' timeSo catch me now before I do my next crimeMy kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, niggaGuess what daddy's bringin' home for supperNigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfuckerNow eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!Now eat!Get ready for the nigga shitThat siccer-than-sicc gut ripgutPick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugsAnd put 'em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck!Slugs to the wombGuts all over the roomThat legion of doomThat S to the I-C-XWith a locc and a tech for the throatand a neck full of gunsmoke it up, loccOne for the nigga who kills them infants and sensesThen this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meterNow let's pick up me freakin' up your skinNever knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!So I pack me a nine-milla gat And creep in the back of the 'LacWith a sack of the indoGuess what daddy's bringin' home for supperNigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfuckerNow eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you niggaKillas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!Now eat!That's right. Once upon a timeA nigga that hella sicc up in the skidsWith a lie for the snitch As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the pussy clits"They're a baby ditch to the mastermindNine-millimeter shells, they're blind!Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kindLow enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch itTo a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casketWho could it be?Or can he be Locked up in the county cause the bounty finally found a nigga like me?X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-DL-O-CWhat's up, my nigga? Pull this triggerAnd take my muthafuckin' legacyBut watch your back. Niggas be claimin' that they siccBut really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with mylunaticShiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (yeah!)Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)Have you even loaded up your glock?Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my niggaFrom that 24 God in BlackThat's doin' timeFor shootin' shadows up in the darkAnd tryin' to bite before he barkAnd when his heart stopsFrom the metal blue blocks up in the cutThey try to lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nutsAnd what the fuck goes thru my nigga's mind up in his cell?That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga. Nigga must be livin' up inhellAnd here I am, same muthafucka that got my nigga siccTryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shitGuess what daddy's bringin' home for supperNigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, muthafuckaNow eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you niggaKillas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!Now eat!
Brotha Lynch Hung Return Of Da Baby Killa
