Hunta Killa Lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

It's the Hunta Killa 

Off of the 9 skrilla 

Wit my nap sack fulla pilla 

Nigga worst than the movie Thrilla and realla 

Cause this is real life (that's right) 

By the same nigga that took his wife 

You know I come nutty stingin like syphillis 

You can get your liver split 

By your own bictch fuckin wit this 

Stay drunk when I dip and ain't shit 

I got vast amounts 

Your 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 everytime 

And you know it's mine 

When I com through loomin 

Wit the MK-1 and when they done they lookin like sushi (Raw!) 

Wit the oozie I get the shit done 

You know it's like velcro or polygrip 

I stick to the shit that make you nut up wit your dome split 

I 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 mama 

When I use it it gotta be because I be off that juicy shit 

Not use to it I'm addicted to the siccness 

Might flip this nigga shit frequently 

Them young g's they wanna speak to me 

(But what) but they don't need to be 

I'll have they hat quick 

Wit no pactice 

Put you in the trunk wit the slump stickin em like a cactus 

And I'm concentratin on stackin grip 

I got's to hit you wit the slug 

No love bitch ass nigga you know 

It's Hunta Killa (that's realla) 

Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin in the river 

(Hunta Killa! Killa!) 

Put you in duct! Put you in duct tape! 

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Spent most of my time on the grind 

In the bucket wit a loaded tech nine 

On the corner lookin' out for the one time 

And these niggas from the othaside tryin to take mine 

Keep the heat on my waist line 

Make bullets chase niggas and erase fake niggas 

You can call me the grave digga 

Money go-getta all about the skrilla 

Cap pilla known for breakin in homes and gettin the goods 

Cross the line of the mastermind mothafucka I wish you would 

Got niggas in every hood and ready to go to war 

I'm gettin paid the way I should so what the fuck you hatin for 

Waistin time thinkin bout mine you should be gettin yours 

You den put yourself in some deep shit 

Now you hittin the floor when I come through 

Kickin down your door like a predator 

Spittin lyrics in metaphors 

All you rap cats thinkin you the shit 

My game's 10 years ahead of yours 

And I'm headed for the top 

Lyrics don't never stop 

So fuck whateva you talkin bout 

I'm takin over shit and I'm settin up shop 

Raisin niggas up out they spot 

All you bustas gotta go 

Now I'mma bust a bitch and let you know 

We can tear and war wit these scary hoes 

Wit a tech 9 to your dome 

It aint shit for me to run up in your home 

Wit the chrome take whateva the fuck I want then get gone 

I was born to be a rida known as a balla shot calla 

Leader of the pack 

Ain't neva been no followa 

Ain't neva been no busta 

Dumpin on mothafuckas 

Ain't neva been no sucka spillin information to the undacova 

I only fuck wit ridas and realas thug niggas drug dealas 

All about the skrilla cemetary fillas 

It's Hunta Killa (That's reala) 

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