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letra de return of tha baby killa - brotha lynch hung

you better pray
when you see me put that nine up in that p-ssy, ho
c-ck it back slow
rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
boom!
p-ssy-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 n-gga that pack that gat
and hit that indo-sack
it’s 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 it’s that n-gga that work ’em n-gga deep
and block creep
and witness murder, baby, k!ll a seed
once it’ll make you vomit
guts in a mama’s baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it’s common
biatches keep f-ckin’ and suckin’ and keepin’ it comin’
with they drama. pop! it’s baby k!lla season
put 6 in the clip, put it up that cl-t
and watch them baby’s brains
drip out that fetus
bleed, it’s that n-gga that k!ll ’em
i’ll fill ’em all full for that sicc reason
season of da siccness broodin’, got me trippin’ for no reason

guess what daddy’s bringin’ home for supper
n-gga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf-cker
now eat! cause daddy’s workin’ hard for you, real, huh?
k!llas run around everyday that’s why i’m hard for you, n-gga!
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 n-ggas load nines, and barrel-f-ck a sl-t
n-gga, 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 croquettes
baby villain spine, that baby-k!llin’ mind
a fifth-pound 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, n-gga

get ready for the n-gga sh-t
that siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
pick-a-vic-up, f-ck ’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 n-gga who k!lls 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 n-gga-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
n-gga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherf-cker
now eat! cause daddy’s workin’ hard for you n-gga
k!llas run around everyday that’s why i’m hard for you, n-gga!
now eat!

that’s right, once upon a time
a n-gga that h-lla sicc up in the skids
with a lie for the snitch
as a victim’s stoned, sayin’ “i’ll be bones to the p-ssy cl-ts”
they’re a baby ditch to the mastermind
nine-millimeter sh-lls, they’re blind!
devils made a pact to f-ck with match-to-heat, it’s one of a kind
low enough to the sh-t got h-lla 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 n-gga like me?
x-to-the-r-to-the-a-i-d-e-d
l-o-c
what’s up, my n-gga?
pull this trigger
and take my m-th-f-ckin’ legacy
but watch your back
n-ggas 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 c-ck? (yeah!)
have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)
have you even loaded up your glock?
well, i could gives a f-ck cause even then, n-gga, you not my n-gga
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 metal blue blocks up in the cut
they try to lynch my m-th-f-cka to make some dice up out his nuts
and what the f-ck goes thru my n-gga’s mind up in his cell?
that 24 deep, no sleep, much stress, n-gga
n-gga must be livin’ up in h-ll
and here i am, same m-th-f-cka that got my n-gga sicc
tryin’ to k!ll myself but slippin’ more deeper into the siccness sh-t

guess what daddy’s bringin’ home for supper
n-gga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, m-th-f-cka
now eat! cause daddy’s workin’ hard for you n-gga
k!llas run around everyday that’s why i’m hard for you, n-gga!
now eat!

- brotha lynch hung

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