That’s How My Trigga Went lyrics

by

X-Raided (a.k.a. Nefarious)


[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
A nine in my mothaf*cking guts, so cold
(...My nine is easy to load...)
So I keep the mothaf*cka on safe
Cause a nine in your di*k 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*gga 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*gga sh*t like that
Witta n*gga 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*cka like that...)
Now I'm dead...

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
The n*gga with the mothaf*cking sickness
Cut ya pus*y with a razor blade, b*tch
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*t
Something like the triple-six sickness
b*tch, ya betta be used to being a b*tch
Ya betta be used to me when I picture six six six
I lay in my bed like a grave
Praying I'm 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*tch
f*ck him if a n*gga wanna talk some sh*t
Punk mothaf*cka *gunshot*
I'm the mothaf*cking Brotha Lynch...
(...Going off...)
Loadin'em up!
(...on a mothaf*cka...)
Blowin'em up!
(...like that...)
n*gga, I'm sick of this sh*t
b*tch, open ya legs for this
Now guess where my trigga went...
[Interlude: Sicx]
Triple-6 mothaf*cking Bounty finna to eat this mothaf*cking mom's
pus*y...
So there is it, n*gga... And I'ma kick this sh*t for ya...

[Verse 3: Sicx & (Brotha Lynch Hung)]
Give it up for the Endangered
And that's how my n*gga went
Rough, so f*cking rough, my n*gga's trigga went rip gut
So f*cking what?
My n*gga Lynch ain't the n*gga you thought he was, b*tch
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*gga went
Plus that how my trigga went
Wouldn't ya figure by now?
You mothaf*ckas consider him insane
The Baby Killa's already dead
Boom, boom, feel the weight of the lead in a baby's head
Schizo, my n*gga went buckwild
Hah haaaa...
(...God bless ya child...)
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