Brotha Lynch Hung - That's How My Trigga Went lyrics

[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... [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 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-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... [Triple-6 Bounty] Triple-6 mothaf**ing Bounty finna to eat this mothaf**ing mom's p**y... So there is it, n***a...So I'ma kick this sh** for ya... 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...)