"Hunter Killa" lyrics
(feat. Kyel)
[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
It's the Hunta Killer, off of the 9 skrilla
Wit' my napsack full'a pill'a
Nigga worse than the movie Thrilla and real'a
'Cause this is real life (That's right)
I saw that nigga get his head tore off (By who?)
By the same nigga that took his wife
You know I come nutty stingin' like syphilis
You can get your liver split
By your own bitch fuckin' with this
Stay drunk when I dip and clips ain't shit
I got vast amount
Your ass could count 'em
When I'm shootin' 'em down your bitch's mouth
('Cause this the) Hunter Killer deal a lot and fuck in them shit shoes
(With the what?) With the nine and watchin' a bloody nut come out every time
And you know it's mine
When I come through loomin' with the MK-1
And when they done, they lookin' like sushi (Raw!)
With the Uzi, I get the shit done
You know it's like Velcro or Poly-Grip
I stick to the shit that'll make you nut up with your dome split
I want you to trip
And I'll be sittin' right there wit' the casket (You know!)
You was in the wrong place at the right time then you got blasted
(You hoe!) Hunta Killer and black Mac-10 in the trunk with the slump
I hug it like mama
When I use it, it gotta be because I be off that juicy shit
Not used to it, I'm addicted to the siccness
Might flip this nigga shit frequently
Them young G's, they wanna speak to me
(But what?) But they don't need to be
I'll have they hat quick, with no practice
Put you in the trunk with the slump, stickin' 'em like a cactus
And I'm concentratin' on stackin' grip
I gotsta hit you with the slug, no love
Bitch ass nigga, you know, it's Hunter Killa (That's real'a)
Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin' in the river
(Hunter Killa! Killa! Killa! Killa!)
Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin' in the river
(Hunter Killa! Killa! Killa! Killa!)
Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin' in the river
(Hunter Killa! Killa! Killa! Killa!)
Put you in duct tape! Put you in duct tape!
[Kyel:]
Spent most of my time on the grind
In the bucket wit a loaded tech nine
On the corner lookin' out for the one time
And these niggas from the othaside tryin to take mine
Keep the heat on my waist line
Make bullets chase niggas and erase fake niggas
You can call me the grave digga
Money go-getta all about the skrilla
Cap pilla known for breakin in homes and gettin the goods
Cross the line of the mastermind mothafucka I wish you would
Got niggas in every hood and ready to go to war
I'm gettin paid the way I should so what the fuck you hatin for
Waistin time thinkin bout mine you should be gettin yours
You den put yourself in some deep shit
Now you hittin the floor when I come through
Kickin down your door like a predator
Spittin lyrics in metaphors
All you rap cats thinkin you the shit
My game's 10 years ahead of yours
And I'm headed for the top
Lyrics don't never stop
So fuck whateva you talkin bout
I'm takin over shit and I'm settin up shop
Raisin niggas up out they spot
All you bustas gotta go
Now I'mma bust a bitch and let you know
We can tear and war wit these scary hoes
Wit a tech 9 to your dome
It aint shit for me to run up in your home
Wit the chrome take whateva the fuck I want then get gone
I was born to be a rida known as a balla shot calla
Leader of the pack
Ain't neva been no followa
Ain't neva been no busta
Dumpin on mothafuckas
Ain't neva been no sucka spillin information to the undacova
I only fuck wit ridas and realas thug niggas drug dealas
All about the skrilla cemetary fillas
It's Hunta Killa (That's reala)
[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin' in the river
(Hunter Killa! Killa! Killa! Killa!)
Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin' in the river
(Hunter Killa! Killa! Killa! Killa!)
Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin' in the river
(Hunter Killa! Killa! Killa! Killa!)
Put you in duct tape! Put you in duct tape!
It's the Hunta Killer, off of the 9 skrilla
Wit' my napsack full'a pill'a
Nigga worse than the movie Thrilla and real'a
'Cause this is real life (That's right)
I saw that nigga get his head tore off (By who?)
By the same nigga that took his wife
You know I come nutty stingin' like syphilis
You can get your liver split
By your own bitch fuckin' with this
Stay drunk when I dip and clips ain't shit
I got vast amount
Your ass could count 'em
When I'm shootin' 'em down your bitch's mouth
('Cause this the) Hunter Killer deal a lot and fuck in them shit shoes
(With the what?) With the nine and watchin' a bloody nut come out every time
And you know it's mine
When I come through loomin' with the MK-1
And when they done, they lookin' like sushi (Raw!)
With the Uzi, I get the shit done
You know it's like Velcro or Poly-Grip
I stick to the shit that'll make you nut up with your dome split
I want you to trip
And I'll be sittin' right there wit' the casket (You know!)
You was in the wrong place at the right time then you got blasted
(You hoe!) Hunta Killer and black Mac-10 in the trunk with the slump
I hug it like mama
When I use it, it gotta be because I be off that juicy shit
Not used to it, I'm addicted to the siccness
Might flip this nigga shit frequently
Them young G's, they wanna speak to me
(But what?) But they don't need to be
I'll have they hat quick, with no practice
Put you in the trunk with the slump, stickin' 'em like a cactus
And I'm concentratin' on stackin' grip
I gotsta hit you with the slug, no love
Bitch ass nigga, you know, it's Hunter Killa (That's real'a)
Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin' in the river
(Hunter Killa! Killa! Killa! Killa!)
Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin' in the river
(Hunter Killa! Killa! Killa! Killa!)
Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin' in the river
(Hunter Killa! Killa! Killa! Killa!)
Put you in duct tape! Put you in duct tape!
[Kyel:]
Spent most of my time on the grind
In the bucket wit a loaded tech nine
On the corner lookin' out for the one time
And these niggas from the othaside tryin to take mine
Keep the heat on my waist line
Make bullets chase niggas and erase fake niggas
You can call me the grave digga
Money go-getta all about the skrilla
Cap pilla known for breakin in homes and gettin the goods
Cross the line of the mastermind mothafucka I wish you would
Got niggas in every hood and ready to go to war
I'm gettin paid the way I should so what the fuck you hatin for
Waistin time thinkin bout mine you should be gettin yours
You den put yourself in some deep shit
Now you hittin the floor when I come through
Kickin down your door like a predator
Spittin lyrics in metaphors
All you rap cats thinkin you the shit
My game's 10 years ahead of yours
And I'm headed for the top
Lyrics don't never stop
So fuck whateva you talkin bout
I'm takin over shit and I'm settin up shop
Raisin niggas up out they spot
All you bustas gotta go
Now I'mma bust a bitch and let you know
We can tear and war wit these scary hoes
Wit a tech 9 to your dome
It aint shit for me to run up in your home
Wit the chrome take whateva the fuck I want then get gone
I was born to be a rida known as a balla shot calla
Leader of the pack
Ain't neva been no followa
Ain't neva been no busta
Dumpin on mothafuckas
Ain't neva been no sucka spillin information to the undacova
I only fuck wit ridas and realas thug niggas drug dealas
All about the skrilla cemetary fillas
It's Hunta Killa (That's reala)
[Brotha Lynch Hung:]
Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin' in the river
(Hunter Killa! Killa! Killa! Killa!)
Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin' in the river
(Hunter Killa! Killa! Killa! Killa!)
Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin' in the river
(Hunter Killa! Killa! Killa! Killa!)
Put you in duct tape! Put you in duct tape!
