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That's How My Trigga Went

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A nine in my mothaf**king guts so cold

My nine is easy to load

So I keep the mothaf**ka on safe

Cause a nine in your d**k ain't safe

Rolling up in a devil rag caprice

Triple6 the bounty got the clip to my piece

Roasted dog meat tonite we gonna feast

Load 'em up n***a 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 want me to be heaven sent

Boom and that's how my trigga went

Gotta fix that crack

Mama gotta grave n***a shit like that

Put a n***a aching having fits like that

Guns on safe but it clicks right back

Now I take it to the head

Now I'm dead

The n***a with the mothaf**king 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 the atheist talking that crazy shit

Something like the triple six sickness

b***h ya betta be used to be a b***h

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 b***h

F**k him if ya n***a wanna talk some shit

Punk mothaf**ka

I'm the mothaf**king brotha lynch

Going out

Load 'em up

On a mothaf**ka

Blowin'em up

Like that

n***a I'm sick of this shit

b***h open ya legs for this

Now guess where my trigga went

Triple6 mothaf**king bounty fiending to eat this mothaf**king mob

p***y

So there is it n***a so I'ma kick this shit for ya

Give it up for the endangered

And that's how my n***a went

Rough so f**king rough my nigga's trigga went rip gut

So f**king 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 foot's swang

By the fool who speaks in devil tongue

That's how that n***a went

Plus that how my trigga went

Would ya figure by now

You mothaf**kas consider him insane

The baby killa's already dead

Boom boom feel the weight of the lead in a baby's head

Skitzo my n***a went buckwild

Hah haaaa

God bless ya child