[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
A nine in my mothaf**ing guts, so cold
(...My nine is easy to load...)
So I keep the mothaf**a on safe
Cause a nine in your dick ain't safe
Rolling up in a devil red Caprice
Triple-6 the Bounty got the clip to my piece
Roasted dog meat tonight we gonna feast
Load'em up, n***a Deep in 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 want me to be heaven sent
Boom and that's how my trigga went
Gotta fix that crack
Mama gotta grave, n***a sh** like that
Witta n***a aging, having fits like that
Guns on safe but it clicks right back
Now I take it to the head
(...Going off on a mothaf**a like that...)
Now I'm dead...
[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
The n***a with the mothaf**ing sickness
Cut ya p**y with a razor blade, b**h
Come sit on my face, bleed all over my face
Get up, now let me nut in ya face
Nothing but a atheist talking that crazy sh**
Something like the triple-six sickness
b**h, ya betta be used to being a b**h
Ya betta be used to me when I picture six six six
I lay in my bed like a grave
Praying I'm not that way, I'm like this:
Put ya wound on my lips
The Brotha Lynch biting to the skin rips
X-Raided flicks, nothing but the Brotha Lynch sickness, b**h
f** him if a n***a wanna talk some sh**
Punk mothaf**a *gunshot*
I'm the mothaf**ing Brotha Lynch...
(...Going off...)
Loadin'em up!
(...on a mothaf**a...)
Blowin'em up!
(...like that...)
n***a, I'm sick of this sh**
b**h, open ya legs for this
Now guess where my trigga went...
[Interlude: Sicx]
Triple-6 mothaf**ing Bounty finna to eat this mothaf**ing mom's
p**y...
So there is it, n***a... And I'ma kick this sh** for ya...
[Verse 3: Sicx & (Brotha Lynch Hung)]
Give it up for the Endangered
And that's how my n***a went
Rough, so f**ing rough, my n***a's trigga went rip gut
So f**ing what?
My n***a Lynch ain't the n***a you thought he was, b**h
Catch a bullet of Lynch Hung
Or the swing of a left hook swung
By the fool who speaks in a Devil tongue
That's how that n***a went
Plus that how my trigga went
Wouldn't ya figure by now?
You mothaf**as consider him insane
The Baby k**a's already dead
Boom, boom, feel the weight of the lead in a baby's head
Schizo, my n***a went buckwild
Hah haaaa...
(...God bless ya child...)