Had 2 Gat Ya Lyrics

Had 2 Gat Ya lyrics

[BLH]



I'ma let it be known that im with the force so nigga 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 nigga that nigga that gang bang no never that nigga that claim



yeah im a nigga eating Jesus brains 



i got the evil in my muthafuckin back and in my muthafuckin veins



wearing my black to creep,



momma told a muthafucka he'd be dead in a week



so nigga 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 swallowing in my loaded heart stopper



POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the niggas spleen



plus the barrel on my muthafuckin nine, lookin plus



that nigga that nigga that runs them mothafuckas back



i got you fiendin for a nigga like you fiend for crack



cause its like that (mo wiggita then a nigga get might packed???)



cause in the 4 you know never know you better gat right back



so niggas 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 nigga nigga nigga



You know I had 2 Gat Ya







[BLH]



Yeah, picture your death, 



that nigga that siccness 



figure to sick this, foo



that nigga that rips



(??? look at that nigga ) that siccness drops



and as my trigga goes Pop! Pop! Pop!



that niggas be ducking from the buck shot



see, fuck it when the gun drops, you know its in a hoes cock



so there it goes, not the average nigga



the baby killa, (???a rabies)



dealin that nigga maybe killin that nigga that smooth way



that mothafuckas ain't shit to me



white nigga, black trigga cracks every mothafuckas back



late in a day, fools used to get they squabs on



the blood gang deuce nine creep mobb zone



runnin a mothafucka like a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool



but stealin on muthafuckas like a clepto



let no, other muthafuckas raise yo hood



half the mothafuckas smokin niggas like wood



got locked up with they cock up, some other niggas asshole



but atleast my niggas 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 nigga deep load, what up



ain't no doubt who runs the muthafucka



cause every cut i drop is like a muthafuckin main (course??)



(???) thats why i make so many corpse



cause when they hear that nigga that nigga 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 niggaz killin niggaz, just because im rappin insane



something like a manson mind, my nigga triple six



(i got em doing a devil dance of mine)



leavin em only one chance to die and niggaz wanna used a glock



niggaz wanna go to heaven but don't want to get shot down



yeah, with my 38 snotnose



i got niggaz 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)