Had 2 Gat Ya Lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

[BLH] 

I'ma let it be known that im with the force so nigga you know its 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 im 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 (12 5?) sale, 

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 its like that (mo wiggita then a nigga get might packed?) 

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 to gat ya) 

Chorus: repeat 4X 

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187 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, foo 

that nigga that rips 

(? 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 its in a hoes cock 

so there it goes, not the average nigga 

the baby killa, (? 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 athiest 

for the funk right back, cause (You know I had to gat ya) 

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Chorus 

[BLH] 

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?) 

(?) thats 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 im 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 snub nose 

i got niggaz crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hella hoes 

lettin loose like Antonio Montana 

with a oozie and im kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em 

Ah, psycho like micro mind (sprice?) six 

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) 

Chorus 2X 

(You Know I had 2 Gat Ya)