Return of the Baby Killa - Brotha Lynch Hung/Sicx/Co$ You better pray When you see me put that Nine up in that p**sy ho Cock it back slow Rock it back and forth Wait for the nut Then let my trigger go BOOM P**sy-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 ni**a 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 ni**a that Work 'em ni**a 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 Biatches keep f**kin' and suckin' And keepin' it comin' With they drama POP It's baby killa season Put 6 in the clip Put it up that clit And watch them baby's brains Drip out that fetus Bleed it's that ni**a 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 Ni**a nuts and guts and Slabs of human meat Motherf**ker Now eat Cause daddy's Workin' hard for you Real huh Killas run around everyday That's why I'm hard for you Ni**a Now eat Guess what daddy's bringin' Home for supper Ni**a nuts and guts and Slabs of human meat Motherf**ker Now eat Cause daddy's Workin' hard for you Real huh Killas run around everyday That's why I'm hard for you Ni**a 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-f**k a slut Ni**a 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 ni**a Guess what daddy's Bringin' home for supper Ni**a nuts and guts and Slabs of human meat Motherf**ker Now eat Cause daddy's Workin' hard for you Real huh Killas run around everyday That's why I'm hard for you Ni**a Now eat Guess what daddy's Bringin' home for supper Ni**a nuts and guts and Slabs of human meat Motherf**ker Now eat Cause daddy's Workin' hard for you Real huh Killas run around everyday That's why I'm hard for you Ni**a Get ready for the ni**a sh*t That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut Pick-a-vic-up f**k '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 ni**a 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 ni**a-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 Ni**a nuts and guts and slabs Of human meat motherf**ker Now eat Cause daddy's workin' Hard for you ni**a Killas run around everyday that's Why I'm hard for you ni**a Now eat Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper Ni**a nuts and guts and slabs Of human meat motherf**ker Now eat Cause daddy's workin' Hard for you ni**a Killas run around everyday that's Why I'm hard for you ni**a Now eat That's right once upon a time A ni**a 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**sy clits They're a baby ditch to the mastermind Nine-millimeter shells they're blind Devils made a pact to f**k With match-to-heat It's one of a kind Low enough to the sh*t 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 ni**a like me 404

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