Had 2 Gat Ya

BLH
I'ma let it be known that im with the force so nigg* you know its on
oil my chrome cause i got murder in my blood and in my chromosone
for the fact that i tek none pack a gun in my dang a lang
that nigg* that nigg* that no never that nigg* that claim
yeah im a nigg* eating Jesus brains
i got the evil in my muth*fkin back and in my muth*fkin veins
wearing my black to creep,
momma told a muth*fka he'd be dead in a week
so nigg* what? load me like a (12 5???) sale,
pass the dank takin dead body's to the blood bank
and while i hook em up proper
i got them sw*llowing in my loaded heart stopper
POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the spleen
plus the barrel on my muth*fkin nine, lookin plus
that nigg* that nigg* that runs them mothafkas back
i got you fiendin for a nigg* like you fiend for crack
cause its like that (mo wiggita then a nigg* get might packed???)
cause in the 4 you know never know you better gat right back
so know us brothas can't go out like that
sellin my momma the crack, watch yo back cause(You know i had to gat ya)

Chorus: repeat 4X

187 on a nigg* nigg* nigg*
You know I had 2 Gat Ya

BLH
Yeah, picture your death,
that nigg* that siccness
figure to sick this, foo
that nigg* that rips
(??? look at that nigg* ) that siccness drops
and as my trigga goes Pop! Pop! Pop!
that be ducking from the buck shot
see, fk it when the gun drops, you know its in a hoes c*ck
so there it goes, not the average nigg*
the baby killa, (???a rabies)
dealin that nigg* maybe killin that nigg* that smooth way
that mothafkas ain't s**t to me
white nigg*, black trigga cracks every mothafkas back
late in a day, fools used to get they squabs on
the blood gang deuce nine creep mobb zone
runnin a mothafka like a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool
but stealin on muth*fkas like a clepto
let no, other muth*fkas raise yo hood
half the mothafkas smokin like wood
got locked up with they c*ck up, some other a**hole
but atleast my had enough heart to blast though
now the duece ain't deep like 86
i'm solo, might as well see me on a crucifix
the duece for age, baby killin athiest
for the funk right back, cause (You know I had to gat ya)

Chorus

BLH
same ol fool, that nigg* deep load, what up
ain't no doubt who runs the muth*fka
cause every cut i drop is like a muth*fkin main (course??)
(???) thats why i make so many corpse
cause when they hear that nigg* that nigg* that siccness drop
my nine millimeter goes Pop!
my sign going to creep them,
nightmare creeper millimeter meter
lock up, main corpse, spirit your brain
got killin , just because im rappin insane
something like a manson mind, my nigg* triple six
(i got em doing a devil dance of mine)
leavin em only one chance to die and wanna used a glock
wanna go to heaven but don't want to get shot down
yeah, with my 38 snotnose
i got crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hella hoes
lettin loose like Antonio Montana
with a oozie and im kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em
Ah, psycho like micro mind (sprice?) six
brotha lynch, rippin his arms off up the crucifix
and when i grab my 9 millimeter gun, point it to your back
cause i don't know how to act so (You know I had 2 Gat Ya)

Chorus 2X

(You Know I had 2 Gat Ya)