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[Lynch] It's the |
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Hunta Killa |
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Off of the 9 skrilla |
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Wit my nap sack fulla pilla |
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Nigga worst than the movie |
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Thrilla and realla |
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Cause this is real life (that's right) |
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I saw that nigga get his head tore off (by who?) |
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By the same nigga that took his wife |
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You know I come nutty stingin like syphillis |
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You can get your liver split |
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By your own bictch ****in wit this |
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Stay drunk when |
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I dip and ain't shit |
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I got vast amounts |
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Your ass'll count em when |
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I'm shootin em down your bitch's mouth (Cause this the) |
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Hunta Killa deal a lot |
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And ****in em shit shoes (wit the what?) |
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Wit the nine and watchin the bloody nut come out everytime |
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And you know it's mine |
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When I com through loomin |
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Wit the MK-1 and when they done they lookin like sushi (Raw!) |
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Wit the oozie |
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I get the shit done |
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You know it's like velcro or polygrip |
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I stick to the shit that make you nut up wit your dome split |
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I want you to trip |
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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!) |
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Hunta Killa in black mack-10 in the trunk with the slump |
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I'll hug you like mama |
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When I use it it gotta be because |
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I be off that juicy shit |
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Not use to it |
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I'm addicted to the siccness |
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Might flip this nigga shit frequently |
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Them young g's they wanna speak to me (But what) but they don't need to be |
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I'll have they hat quick |
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Wit no pactice |
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Put you in the trunk wit the slump stickin em like a cactus |
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And I'm concentratin on stackin grip |
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I got's to hit you wit the slug |
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No love bitch ass nigga you know |
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It's Hunta |
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Killa (that's realla) |
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Chorus: repeat 3 |
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X's Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin in the river (Hunta Killa! Killa!) |
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Put you in duct! |
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Put you in duct tape! [Kyel] |
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Spent most of my time on the grind |
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In the bucket wit a loaded tech nine |
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On the corner lookin' out for the one time |
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And these niggas from the othaside tryin to take mine |
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Keep the heat on my waist line |
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Make bullets chase niggas and erase fake niggas |
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You can call me the grave digga |
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Money go-getta all about the skrilla |
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Cap pilla known for breakin in homes and gettin the goods |
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Cross the line of the mastermind motha****a |
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I wish you would |
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Got niggas in every hood and ready to go to war |
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I'm gettin paid the way |
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I should so what the **** you hatin for |
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Waistin time thinkin bout mine you should be gettin yours |
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You den put yourself in some deep shit |
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Now you hittin the floor when |
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I come through |
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Kickin down your door like a predator |
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Spittin lyrics in metaphors |
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All you rap cats thinkin you the shit |
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My game's 10 years ahead of yours |
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And I'm headed for the top |
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Lyrics don't never stop |
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So **** whateva you talkin bout |
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I'm takin over shit and |
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I'm settin up shop |
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Raisin niggas up out they spot |
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All you bustas gotta go |
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Now I'mma bust a bitch and let you know |
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We can tear and war wit these scary hoes |
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Wit a tech 9 to your dome |
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It aint shit for me to run up in your home |
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Wit the chrome take whateva the **** |
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I want then get gone |
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I was born to be a rida known as a balla shot calla |
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Leader of the pack |
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Ain't neva been no followa |
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Ain't neva been no busta |
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Dumpin on motha****as |
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Ain't neva been no sucka spillin information to the undacova |
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I only **** wit ridas and realas thug niggas drug dealas |
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All about the skrilla cemetary fillas |
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It's Hunta |
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Killa (That's reala) |
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Chorus |
