Brotha Lynch Hung - Back of Cadillacs lyrics

(Devil) Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha yeah Ya'll interested to know Check that sh** Lynch Its the devil (Brotha Lynch Hung) Yeah the cap busting neva stops I got my clips and my glocks a bunch of motherf**as give me props Funny style fools dealt with that's why I neva Lynch Hung with the crews low Neva caught slipping I knew I had to have mine (yeah) So I hooked up with my folks who hooked a n***a with a nine Now I got my own back fade and once ya start shooting at foos You betta have your own grave made Foo named Blackie spitting at everybody bout How he was hard and was knocking n***as out I see some envyist of the Lynch Hung Everytime I talk to em foos say he just bought a new gun And I can feel em from a mile away Fronting like he all that sh** but like my n***a say Depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back So hey I got my own back fade n***a (chorus) (Devil) Yeah depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back (Brotha Lynch Hung) Yeah I got my own back fade (Devil) Yeah depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back (Brotha Lynch Hung) Yeah I got my own back fade (Devil) Yeah depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back (Brotha Lynch Hung) Yeah I got my own back fade (Devil) Yeah depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back (Brotha Lynch Hung) Yeah I got my own back fade (Brotha Lynch Hung) n***a I thought you knew you couldnt fade this All them props you got ain't but fake sh** Trying to run up on a oozie with a nine clip And find your brain cooking in a barbecue pit (yeah) 'cause I don't play that sh** low and I ain't soft Bout your rumors Gimmy got his mouth shot off Then his head cut off just for f**ing up With a n***a that got a room full of baby gut When I was peeping it I was tripping off of what I seen Dumb n***a you fronting on the wrong team I coulda had you with a click getting hella props Now you running around like a monkey with his head cut off f**ing with me No checking my nine pops Leaving a n***a with a mouth full of gun shots By a lunatic n***as score some old clothes Im like some paid to filling bodies full of bullet holes And I can feel em from a mile away Fronting like they all that sh** but like my n***a say Depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back So hey I got my own back fade n***a (chorus) (Devil) Yeah depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back (Brotha Lynch Hung) Yeah I got my own back fade (Devil) Yeah depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back (Brotha Lynch Hung) Hey I got my own back fade (Devil) Yeah depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back (Brotha Lynch Hung) You know I got my own back fade (Devil) Yeah depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back (Brotha Lynch Hung) Hey I got my own back fade (Devil) Yeah you know what I'm saying Im the so called Devil that Brotha Lynch was talking bout you know They can't nobody fade this This n***a packs his own people you know what I'm saying But with this cannibalistic theory you know what I'm saying So umm Lynch help me with this sh** kick that old sh** (Brotha Lynch Hung) Most of my n***as come and go like a foos life A couple of 40's and a joint later nut not That's why I'm kicking with the hardest motherf**er living My n***a nine eating humans like Thanksgiving And it be eating em by the fo's at least Marinating n***as skin like a thick slab of roast beef Then I'm cooking em while I'm fiending for fee Drinking a 40 eat some human meat and sit and watch my teeth bleed Ain't a motherf**er out trying to feel me About a million motherf**as wanna k** me That's why ninna got 16 partners Smoking a n***a from my human meat pot luck Click popo buckshots to a n***as chest n***a rips in my mouth now whos next I got the menu of a motherf**ing cannibal As I continue I'm a human eating n***aro Eating n***as with my nine so hey You fronting like your all that sh** but like my n***as say Depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back So hey I got my own back fade n***a (chorus) (Devil) Yeah depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back (Brotha Lynch Hung) Yeah I got my own back fade (Devil) Yeah depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back (Brotha Lynch Hung) Yeah I got my own back fade (Devil) Yeah depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back (Brotha Lynch Hung) Yeah I got my own back fade (Devil) Yeah depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back (Brotha Lynch Hung) Yeah I got my own back fade (Brotha Lynch Hung) Coming straight from the grave with the rip gut Cannibal Atheist couldnt give a motherf** Heard a lot of motherf**as wanna stop this I keep em paralyzed young manotonis Though I pop sh** something like a blood vessel Drink blood like a vamp then become amp That means I take all the p**y and you get the fist Grab a leg like a wishbone and make a wish Pop yeah there it goes first love lead To a bed full of p**y bleeding bloodshed Now I'm psyched 'cause I know a n***a want some He better pack a gun or know how to run And I ain't met too many n***as that could eat meat Like a n***a with a mouth full of crooked teeth And I'm a motherf**er that thrive on h*mosapien beef Them n***as don't know I'm seriously crazy And I can feel em from a mile away Fronting like they all that sh** but like my n***a say Depending on a n***a gets a nine in my back So hey I got my own backfade n***a (Devil) Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha