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Brotha Lynch Hung - "Return Of Da Baby"
Lyrics to Return Of Da Baby : (feat. X-Raided) 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 aint seen it Then youre 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 Its like that Cannabis seteva got me stuck on stump, fool All it take is a way, a fat green-bud blunt and a stunt Cause its that nigga that work em nigga deep And block creep And witness murder, baby, kill a seed Once itll make you vomit Guts in a mamas baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe its common Biatches keep fuckin and suckin and keepin it comin With they drama. POP! Its baby killa season Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit And watch them babys brains Drip out that fetus Bleed, its that nigga that kill em Ill fill em all full for that sicc reason Season of da siccness broodin, got me trippin for no reason Guess what daddys bringin home for supper Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker Now eat! Cause daddys workin hard for you, real, huh' Killas run around everyday thats why Im hard for you, nigga! Now eat! As I creep, picture every human that I seek Slabs of human meat Cause my kids gotta eat I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut Nigga, what' You aint even seen me in my prime Eatin baby brains, baby veins, baby spines I know they be cryin when Im cuttin off the neck Im peelin off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes Baby villain spine, that baby-killin mind A fifth-pound of gin cause I know Im doin time So catch me now before I do my next crime My kids gotta eat, somebodys babys on the line, nigga Guess what daddys bringin home for supper Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker Now eat! Cause daddys workin hard for you, real, huh' Killas run around everyday thats why Im 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. Murder toll. Buck buck! 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 lets 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 daddys bringin home for supper Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker Now eat! Cause daddys workin hard for you nigga Killas run around everyday thats why Im hard for you, nigga! Now eat! Thats right, once upon a time A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids With a lie for the snitch As a victims stoned, sayin "Ill be bones to the pussy clits" Theyre a baby ditch to the mastermind Nine-millimeter shells, theyre blind! Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, its 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 Whats up, my nigga' Pull this trigger And take my muthafuckin legacy But watch your back Niggas be claimin that they sicc But really dont know which way to go when they be smokin up with my lunatic Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mamas cock' (yeah!) Have you even 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 Thats doin time For shootin shadows up in the dark And tryin to bite before he bark And when his heart stops From the metal blue blocks 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 niggas 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 daddys bringin home for supper Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, muthafucka Now eat! Cause daddys workin hard for you nigga Killas run around everyday thats why Im hard for you, nigga! Now eat! [ Return Of Da Baby Lyrics ]
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