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(Devil)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
interested to know
Check that Lynch
Its the

(Brotha Hung)
Yeah the cap busting stops
I got my clips and my glocks a bunch of motherfuckas me props
Funny style fools dealt with that's why I neva Hung with the crews low
caught slipping I knew I had to have mine (yeah)
So I up with my folks who hooked a nigga with a nine
Now I got my own back fade and ya start shooting at foos
You betta have own grave made
Foo named spitting at everybody bout
How he was hard and was niggas out
I see some envyist of the Hung
Everytime I talk to em say he just bought a new gun
And I can em from a mile away
like he all that shit but like my nigga say
Depending on a nigga a nine in my back
So hey I got my own back fade

(chorus)
(Devil)
Yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my
(Brotha Hung)
Yeah I got my own back
(Devil)
Yeah on a nigga gets a nine in my back
(Brotha Hung)
Yeah I got my own back
(Devil)
Yeah depending on a nigga gets a in my back
(Brotha Hung)
Yeah I got my own fade
(Devil)
Yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my
(Brotha Hung)
I got my own back fade

(Brotha Hung)
Nigga I you knew you couldnt fade this
All props you got ain't but fake shit
Trying to run up on a with a nine clip
And find brain cooking in a barbecue pit (yeah)
'cause I don't play that low and I ain't soft
Bout your rumors Gimmy got his shot off
Then his head cut off for fucking up
With a nigga that got a full of baby gut
When I was peeping it I was tripping off of what I
Dumb nigga you on the wrong team
I had you with a click getting hella props
Now you running around like a with his head cut off
Fucking me
No my nine pops
Leaving a nigga a mouth full of gun shots
By a lunatic niggas score old clothes
Im like some paid to filling bodies full of bullet
And I can feel em from a away
Fronting like they all that shit but like my say
Depending on a nigga a nine in my back
So hey I got my own back nigga

(chorus)
(Devil)
depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
(Brotha Hung)
I got my own back fade
(Devil)
Yeah depending on a nigga gets a in my back
(Brotha Hung)
Hey I got my own back
(Devil)
Yeah depending on a nigga a nine in my back
(Brotha Hung)
You know I got my own fade
(Devil)
Yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my
(Brotha Hung)
Hey I got my own back

(Devil)
you know what I'm saying
Im the so called Devil that Brotha Lynch was talking you know
They can't nobody fade
This nigga packs his own people you know what I'm
But this cannibalistic theory you know what I'm saying
So umm Lynch me with this shit kick that old shit

(Brotha Hung)
Most of my niggas come and go a foos life
A couple of 40's and a later nut not
That's why I'm kicking with the hardest living
My nigga nine eating like Thanksgiving
And it be em by the fo's at least
Marinating niggas skin a thick slab of roast beef
Then I'm cooking em while I'm for fee
Drinking a 40 eat human meat and sit and watch my teeth bleed
a motherfucker out trying to feel me
About a motherfuckas wanna kill me
That's why ninna got 16
Smoking a nigga my human meat pot luck
Click popo buckshots to a niggas
Nigga in my mouth now whos next
I got the menu of a cannibal
As I continue I'm a eating niggaro
Eating with my nine so hey
You fronting like your all that but like my niggas say
on a nigga gets a nine in my back
So hey I got my own fade nigga

(chorus)
(Devil)
Yeah depending on a nigga gets a in my back
(Brotha Hung)
Yeah I got my own fade
(Devil)
depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
(Brotha Hung)
Yeah I got my own fade
(Devil)
Yeah depending on a nigga gets a in my back
(Brotha Hung)
Yeah I got my own back
(Devil)
depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
(Brotha Hung)
Yeah I got my own back

(Brotha Hung)
Coming straight from the grave the rip gut
Cannibal Atheist give a motherfuck
Heard a lot of wanna stop this
I keep em paralyzed young
Though I pop something like a blood vessel
Drink blood like a vamp become amp
That means I take all the and you get the fist
Grab a leg like a wishbone and a wish
Pop there it goes first love lead
To a bed full of bleeding bloodshed
Now I'm psyched I know a nigga want some
He better a gun or know how to run
And I ain't met too many niggas could eat meat
Like a nigga a mouth full of crooked teeth
And I'm a that thrive on homosapien beef
Them niggas don't know I'm seriously
And I can feel em from a away
Fronting like they all that but like my nigga say
on a nigga gets a nine in my back
So hey I got my own nigga

(Devil)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha