"Had To Gat Ya 2001" lyrics

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Pop to eat caps, can't commence to eat mags
Body bags, toe tags, puttin' leather black rags on yo' ass
That's the sign (That's yo' ass)
Gotta have it with the automatic, Glock me down, shoot me up with potassium
Shit, I didn't actually come to this bitch, all I'm havin' it (It's all good'n, it's all good'n)
Turn him into that with the fish knot, smash off in the '6-4 Stock with this type
Shootin' out holes through yo' windpipe (Phew)
Take yo' breath away like Calgon and then now I want 'em (Now I want 'em)
On the run and can't nobody stop me 'cause my UZI weighs a ton ('Cause my UZI weighs a ton)
You go under like you see people in me
Don't trip, I'm sicc
Fuckin' on her period, passed writin' down on her clitoris (Hahahahaha)
Feed on my own bloody teeth, that's me
I got seeds growin' up so they wanna creep like me (Like me)
This is two triple zero shit, run around town with the extra clips
Grab, my nigga, get fat bricks
Take yo' soul, and, oh, that's it for the hoes (For the hoes)
This nigga ain't too focused, I'm pissin' on your low budget broke shit
Always off that Loc shit
Ain't got enough money, you talk shit
Don't make me croak, break shit down
Gotta alternate rounds (Rounds)
Shoot through yo' proud crown and make sure you don't hear a sound
That's how it all sounds
Put away the chopper (Put away the chopper) and hop in the cut like I set it, nigga, we all down

Have you runnin' around like Die Hard 3 (Die Hard 3)
Only to find an end, that you die like me (What?)
Note to ten 'cause I'm serious, stance ferocious
'Cause of whoever come closer (Ahh...)
Only trustin' my mama but now she dead like ghosts (Dead like ghosts)
Now she comes back...

One eight seven on a nigga!
You know I had to gat ya!
One eight seven on a nigga!
You know I had to gat ya!
One eight seven on a nigga!
You know I had to gat ya!
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[Young Droop:]
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Hit 'em all with the wrath of a head-on collision
Niggas better stop and witness my jurisdiction
Evil's given, to me, the biggest savage takin', nigga, let 'em have it
Because it was written, all break and no bendin'
Gotta be serial, rather material
Dealin' with critical livin', nigga, don't be callin' me death in one cold piece of work
Deep in the mass, I'm blastin' on that ass
With the quickness, trip this
One of America's siccest on the hit list
Nigga, we spit clips, extend trips
Leavin' 'em bleedin' blood, nigga, what?
Run up, done up, Mossberg slugs to yo' lump
That young thug straight came out the place (Place)
Overload the mental, fully utensils, best to get out my way (My way)
Comin' up, run 'em on more tracks than Amtrak
Feel the impact of this beast
On shakey grounds, how that sound?
That energy, P nigga, lettin' of rounds (Rounds)
Pound for pound, nigga, better clear my path (Clear my path)
Don't make me laugh
Got me delirious and curious
Fuck (Fuck around!) around and make me split you in half (In half)
Look over your shoulder, nigga, don't blink one time
Pull back yo' eyes, watch my .9
Young gun on the rise, I had to gat ya
What

One eight seven on a nigga!
You know I had to gat ya!
One eight seven on a nigga!
You know I had to gat ya!
One eight seven on a nigga!
You know I had to gat ya!
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