Back Fade lyrics

[Intro: The Devil]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha yeah
Ya'll interested to know
Check that sh*t, Lynch
It's the devil

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah, the cap busting never stops
I got my clips and my Glocks
A bunch of motherf*ckers give me props
Funny style fools, though
That's why I never Lynch Hung with the crews, loc
Never caught slipping, I knew I had to have mine (yeah)
So, I hooked up with my folks who hooked a n*gga with a nine
Now I got my own back fade
And once ya start shooting at fools, you better have your own grave made
Fool named Blackie spitting at everybody 'bout
How he was hard and was knocking n*ggas out
I see some envious of the Lynch Hung
Every time I talk to 'em, fools say he just bought another gun
And I can feel 'em from a mile away
Fronting like he all that sh*t but like my n*gga say
Depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
So, hey, I got my own back fade, n*gga

[Chorus: The Devil & Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah, depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
n*gga, I thought you knew you couldn't fade this
All them props you got ain't but fake sh*t
Trying to run up on a Uzi with a nine clip
And find your brain cooking in a barbecue pit (yeah)
'Cause I don't play that sh*t, loc, and I ain't soft
Bout your rumors Gimmy got his mouth shot off
Then, his head cut off just for f*cking up
With a n*gga that got a room full of baby gut
When I was peeping it I was tripping off of what I seen
Dumb n*gga, you fronting on the wrong team
I could've had you with a click getting hella props
Now you running around like a monkey with his head cut off
f*cking with me
No, checking my nine pops
Leaving a n*gga with a mouth full of gun shots
By a lunatic n*gga sporting some old clothes
I'm 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*t but like my n*gga say
Depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
So, hey, I got my own back fade, n*gga

[Chorus: The Devil & Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah, depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
Hey, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
You know, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
Hey, I got my own back fade
[The Devil]
Yeah you know what I'm saying
I'm the so-called Devil that Brotha Lynch was talking about, you know
And can't nobody fade this
This n*gga packs his own people, you know what I'm saying
But with this cannibalistic fury, you know what I'm saying
So, um, Lynch help me with this sh*t, kick that old sh*t

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Most of my n*ggas come and go like a fool's life
A couple of 40's and a joint laid up nothing not
That's why I'm kicking with the hardest motherf*cker living
My n*gga nine eating humans like Thanksgiving
And it be eating em by the fours, at least
Marinating n*ggas 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*cker out trying to feel me
About a million motherf*ckers wanna kill me
That's why nina got 16 partners
Smoking a n*gga for my human meat pot luck
Click, pop, buckshots through a n*gga's chest
n*gga ribs in my mouth, now who's next
I got the menu of a motherf*cking cannibal
As I continue, I'm a human eating n*ggaro
Eating n*ggas with my nine, so, hey
You fronting like your all that sh*t but like my n*ggas say
Depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
So, hey, I got my own back fade, n*gga
[Chorus: The Devil & Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah, depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade

[Verse 4: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Coming straight from the grave with the rip gut
Cannibal Atheist, couldn't give a motherf*ck
Heard a lot of motherf*ckers wanna stop this
I keep em paralyzed, young, monotonous
Though I pop sh*t something like a blood vessel
Drink blood like a vamp, then, become amped
That means I take all the pus*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 pus*y bleeding bloodshed
Now I'm psyched 'cause I know a n*gga wants some
He better pack a gun or know how to run
And I ain't met too many n*ggas that could eat meat
Like a n*gga with a mouth full of crooked teeth
And I'm a motherf*cker that thrive on homosapien beef
Them n*ggas don't know I'm seriously crazy
And I can feel 'em from a mile away
Fronting like they all that sh*t but like my n*gga say
Depending on a n*gga gets a nine in my back
So, hey, I got my own back fade, n*gga

[The Devil]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha