[Lynch] 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) 
I saw that nigga get his head tore off (by who?) 
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 ****in 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 ****in 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) 
Chorus: repeat 3
X's Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin in the river (Hunta Killa! Killa!) 
Put you in duct! 
Put you in duct tape! [Kyel] 
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 motha****a 
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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 
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 motha****as 
Ain't neva been no sucka spillin information to the undacova 
I only **** wit ridas and realas thug niggas drug dealas 
All about the skrilla cemetary fillas 
It's Hunta 
Killa (That's reala) 
Chorus [3Xs]