That`s How My Trigga Went Lyrics

That`s How My Trigga Went lyrics

f/ Brotha Lynch Hung, Triple-6 Bounty







[Brotha Lynch Hung]



A nine in my mothafucking guts, so cold



(...My nine is easy to load...)



So I keep the mothafucka on safe



Cause a nine in your dick ain't safe



Rolling up in a devil rag Caprice



Triple-6 the Bounty got the clip to my piece



Roasted dark meat tonite we gonna feast



Load'em up, Nigga Deep on a creep, boom, boom



Let'em see what's up, the Brotha Lynch



Straight using my life broke



All I see is devils and gun smoke



But they wanna be heaven sent



Boom and that's how my trigga went



Gotta fix that crack



Mama gotta grave, nigga shit like that



Put a nigga aching, having fits like that



Guns on safe but it clicks right back



(...Going out on a mothafucka like that...)



Now I'm dead...







[Brotha Lynch Hung]



The nigga with the mothafucking sickness



Cut ya pussy with a razor blade, bitch



Come sit on my face, bleed all over my face



Get up, now let me nut in ya face



Nothing but the atheist talking that crazy shit



Something like the triple-six sickness



Bitch, ya betta be used to be a bitch



Ya betta be used to me when I picture six six six



I'm layin' on my bed like a grave



Praying I'n not that way, I'm like this:



Put ya wound on my lips



The Brotha Lynch biting to the skin rips



X-rated flicks, nothing but the Brotha Lynch sickness, bitch



Fuck him if ya nigga wanna talk some shit



Punk mothafucka [Gunshot]



I'm the mothafucking Brotha Lynch...



(...Going out...)



Loadin'em up!



(...on a mothafucka...)



Blowin'em up!



(...like that...)



Nigga, I'm sick of this shit



Bitch, open ya legs for this



Now guess where my trigga went...







[Triple-6 Bounty]



Triple-6 mothafucking Bounty fiending to eat this mothafucking mob



pussy...



So there is it, nigga...So I'ma kick this shit for ya...







Give it up for the Endangered



And that's how my nigga went



Rough, so fucking rough, my nigga's trigga went rip gut



So fucking what?



My nigga Lynch ain't the nigga you thought he was, bitch



Catch a bullet of Lynch Hung



Or the swing of a left foot's swang



By the fool who speaks in Devil tongue



That's how that nigga went



Plus that how my trigga went



Would ya figure by now?



You mothafuckas consider him insane



The Baby Killa's already dead



Boom, boom, filling the lead in a baby's head



Skitzo, my nigga went buckwild



Hah haaaa...



(...God bless ya child...)