Return Of Da Baby Killa Lyrics

Return Of Da Baby Killa lyrics

You better pray 

 When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho

 Cock it back slow 

 Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go

 BOOM! 

 Pussy-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 nigga 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 nigga that work 'em nigga 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 fuckin' 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 nigga 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

 Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker

 Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?

 Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!

 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 niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut

 Nigga, 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, nigga

 

 Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper

 Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker

 Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?

 Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!

 Now eat!

 

 Get ready for the nigga shit

 That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut

 Pick-a-vic-up, fuck '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 nigga 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 nigga-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

 Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker

 Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga

 Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!

 Now eat!

 

 That's right. Once upon a time

 A nigga 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 pussy clits"

 They're a baby ditch to the mastermind

 Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!

 Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind

 Low enough to the shit 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 nigga like me?

 X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D

 L-O-C

 What's up, my nigga? 

 Pull this trigger

 And take my muthafuckin' legacy

 But watch your back. Niggas 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 cock? (yeah!)

 Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)

 Have you even loaded up your glock?

 Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga

 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 muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts

 And what the fuck goes thru my nigga's mind up in his cell?

 That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga. Nigga must be livin' up in

 hell

 And here I am, same muthafucka that got my nigga sicc

 Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit

 

 Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper

 Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, muthafucka

 Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga

 Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!

 Now eat!