Return Of Da Baby Killa Lyrics - Singles - Brotha Lynch Hung

You better pray 

When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho 

Cock it back slow 

Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go 

BOOM! 

Pussy-guts all over the room 

If you ain't seen it 

Then you're fiendin' 

For the meanin' 

Of that nina of doom 

2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out 

You back that nigga that pack that gat 

And hit that indo-sack 

It's like that 

Cannabis sativa got me stuck on stump, fool 

All it take is a way, a fat green-bud blunt and a stunt 

Cause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep 

And block creep 

And witness murder, baby, kill a seed 

Once it'll make you vomit 

Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common 

Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin' 

With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season 

Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit 

And watch them baby's brains 

Drip out that fetus 

Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em 

I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason 

Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason 

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Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper 

Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka 

Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla 

Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga! 

Now eat! 

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper 

Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka 

Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla 

Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga! 

Now eat! 

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As I creep, picture every human that I see 

Slabs of human meat cause my kids gotta eat 

I lives kinda deep, dark, up in the cut 

Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut 

Nigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime 

Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines 

I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck 

I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquette 

Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind 

A fifth pint of gin cause I know I'm doin' time 

So catch me now before I do my next crime 

My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga 

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper 

Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka 

Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla 

Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga! 

Now eat! 

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper 

Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka 

Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla 

Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga! 

Now eat! 

Get ready for the nigga shit 

That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut 

Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs 

And put 'em on the ground with a tore-up mug 

Slugs to the womb 

Guts all over the room 

That legion of doom 

That S to the I-C-X 

With a locc and a tech for the throat 

And a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc 

One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses 

Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter 

Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin 

Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin! 

So I pack me a nine-milla gat 

And creep in the back of the 'Lac 

With a sack of the indo 

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper 

Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka 

Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla 

Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga! 

Now eat! 

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper 

Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka 

Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla 

Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga! 

Now eat! 

That's right, once upon a time 

A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids 

With 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 mastermind 

Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind! 

Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind 

Low enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch it 

To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket 

Who 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-D 

L-O-C 

What's up, my nigga? 

Pull this trigger 

And take my muthafuckin' legacy 

But watch your back 

Niggas be claimin' that they sicc 

But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my lunatic 

Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (Yeah!) 

Have you ever 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 nigga 

From that 24 Garden Block 

That's doin' time 

For shootin' shadows up in the dark 

And tryin' to bite before he bark 

And when his heart stops 

From the Meadowview Glocks up in the cut 

They try to lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts 

And 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 in hell 

And here I am, same muthafucka that got my nigga sicc 

Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit 

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper 

Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka 

Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla 

Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga! 

Now eat! 

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper 

Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucka 

Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, rilla 

Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga! 

Now eat!