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Correct Hunta Killa Lyrics
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[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 fuckin 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 fuckin 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 3x'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 mothafucka 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 ain't shit for me to run up in your home Wit the chrome take whateva the fuck 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 mothafuckas Ain't neva been no sucka spillin information to the undacova I only fuck wit ridas and realas thug niggas drug dealas All about the skrilla cemetary fillas It's hunta killa (that's reala) Chorus [3xs]
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