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​Had 2 Gat Ya

This song is by Brotha Lynch.

I'ma let it be known that I'm with the force
So nigga 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 nigga, that nigga, that gang bang
No never that nigga that claim
Yeah, I'm a nigga eating Jesus brains

I got the evil in my muthafuckin' back and in my muthafuckin' veins
Wearing my black to creep
Momma told a muthafucka he'd be dead in a week
So nigga what? Load me like a sale
(12 5 [unverified])
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 muthafuckin' nine, lookin' plus
That nigga, that nigga that runs them mothafuckas back
I got you fiendin' for a nigga like you fiend for crack
'Cause it's like that
(Mo wiggita then a nigga get might packed [unverified])
'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 2 gat ya)

187 on a nigga, nigga, nigga
You know I had 2 gat ya

187 on a nigga, nigga, nigga
You know I had 2 gat ya

187 on a nigga, nigga, nigga
You know I had 2 gat ya

187 on a nigga, nigga, nigga
You know I had 2 gat ya

Yeah, picture your death, that nigga that siccness
Figure to sick this, foo that nigga that rips
([Unverified] look at that nigga)
That siccness drops and as my trigga goes pop, pop, pop
That niggas be ducking from the buck shot
See, fuck it when the gun drops, you know it's in a hoes cock
So there it goes, not the average nigga
The baby killa
([Unverified] a rabies)

Dealin' that nigga maybe killin' that nigga that smooth way
That mothafuckas ain't shit to me
White nigga, black trigga cracks every mothafuckas back
Late in a day, fools used to get they squabs on
The blood gang deuce nine creep mobb zone
Runnin' a mothafucka like a pittbull, loadin' up that clip tool
But stealin' on muthafuckas like a clepto
Let no, other muthafuckas raise yo hood

Half the mothafuckas 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' atheist
For the funk right back 'cause
(You know I had 2 gat ya)

187 on a nigga, nigga, nigga
You know I had 2 gat ya

Same ol' fool, that nigga deep load, what up
Ain't no doubt who runs the muthafucka
'Cause every cut I drop is like a muthafuckin' main
(Course [unverified])
([Unverified])
That's why I make so many corpse
'Cause when they hear that nigga that nigga 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 nigga 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 gauge nots and 'em
Ah, psycho like micro mind six
(Sprice)
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)

187 on a nigga, nigga, nigga
You know I had 2 gat ya

187 on a nigga, nigga, nigga
You know I had 2 gat ya
(You know I had 2 gat ya)

Written by:

Kevin Mann