That's How My Trigga Went

A nine in my mothafucking guts, so cold

(...My nine is easy to load...)

So I keep the mothafucka on safe

Cause a nine in your dick ain't safe

Rolling up in a devil rag Caprice

Triple-6 the Bounty got the clip to my piece

Roasted dark meat tonite we gonna feast

Load'em up, Nigga Deep on 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 wanna be heaven sent

Boom and that's how my trigga went

Gotta fix that crack

Mama gotta grave, nigga shit like that

Put a nigga aching, having fits like that

Guns on safe but it clicks right back

(...Going out on a mothafucka like that...)

Now I'm dead...

The nigga with the mothafucking sickness

Cut ya pussy with a razor blade, bitch

Come sit on my face, bleed all over my face

Get up, now let me nut in ya face

Nothing but the atheist talking that crazy shit

Something like the triple-six sickness

Bitch, ya betta be used to be a bitch

Ya betta be used to me when I picture six six six

I'm layin' on my bed like a grave

Praying I'n not that way, I'm like this:

Put ya wound on my lips

The Brotha Lynch biting to the skin rips

X-rated flicks, nothing but the Brotha Lynch sickness, bitch

Fuck him if ya nigga wanna talk some shit

Punk mothafucka I'm the mothafucking Brotha Lynch...

(...Going out...)

Loadin'em up!

(...on a mothafucka...)

Blowin'em up!

(...like that...)

Nigga, I'm sick of this shit

Bitch, open ya legs for this

Now guess where my trigga went...

Triple-6 mothafucking Bounty fiending to eat this mothafucking mob

pussy...

So there is it, nigga...So I'ma kick this shit for ya...

Give it up for the Endangered

And that's how my nigga went

Rough, so fucking rough, my nigga's trigga went rip gut

So fucking what?

My nigga Lynch ain't the nigga you thought he was, bitch

Catch a bullet of Lynch Hung

Or the swing of a left foot's swang

By the fool who speaks in Devil tongue

That's how that nigga went

Plus that how my trigga went

Would ya figure by now?

You mothafuckas consider him insane

The Baby Killa's already dead

Boom, boom, filling the lead in a baby's head

Skitzo, my nigga went buckwild

Hah haaaa...

(...God bless ya child...)