Brotha Lynch Hung Return of da Baby Killa Lyrics

You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that p____, ho
c___ it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
BOOM!
p____-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____ that pack that gat
And hit that indo-sack
It's like that
Cannabis and tea've, uh, 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____ that work 'em n____ deep
And block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once it'll make you vomit
Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
b_____es keep f___in' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that c___
And watch them baby's brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, it's that n____ that kill '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____ nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, m_________er
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, n____!
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____s load nines, and barrel-f___ a s___
n____, 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-killin' 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____

Get ready for the n____ s___
That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
Pick-a-vic-up, f___ '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____ who kills 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____-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____ nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, m_________er
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you n____
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, n____!
Now eat!

That's right. Once upon a time
A n____ that hella sicc up in the skids
With a lie for the snitch
As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the p____ c___s"
They're a baby ditch to the mastermind
Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
Devils made a pact to f___ with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind
Low enough to the s___ 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 n____ like me?
X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
L-O-C
What's up, my n____?
Pull this trigger
And take my m____fuckin' legacy
But watch your back. n____s 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___? (yeah!)
Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)
Have you even loaded up your glock?
Well, I could gives a f___ cause even then, n____, you not my n____
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____fucka to make some dice up out his nuts
And what the f___ goes thru my n____'s mind up in his cell?
That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, n____. n____ must be livin' up in
hell
And here I am, same m____fucka that got my n____ sicc
Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness s___

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
n____ nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, m____fucka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you n____
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, n____!
Now eat!