Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Had to Gat Ya, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Date of issue: 08.10.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Had to Gat Ya |
| I’ma let it be known that im with the force so nigga you know its on oil my chrome cause i got murder in my blood and in my chromosone |
| for the fact that i tek none pack a gun in my dang a lang |
| that nigga that nigga that gang bang no never that nigga that claim |
| yeah im a nigga eating Jesus brains |
| i got the evil in my muthafuckin back and in my muthafuckin veins |
| wearing my black to creep, |
| momma told a muthafucka he’d be dead in a week |
| so nigga what? |
| load me like a (12 5???) sale, |
| pass the dank takin dead body’s to the blood bank |
| and while i hook em up proper |
| i got them swallowing in my loaded heart stopper |
| POP! |
| POP! |
| the trigga fiend, the niggas spleen |
| plus the barrel on my muthafuckin nine, lookin plus |
| that nigga that nigga that runs them mothafuckas back |
| i got you fiendin for a nigga like you fiend for crack |
| cause its like that (mo wiggita then a nigga get might packed???) |
| cause in the 4 you know never know you better gat right back |
| so niggas know us brothas can’t go out like that |
| sellin my momma the crack, watch yo back cause (You know i had to gat ya) |
| Chorus: repeat 4X |
| 187 on a nigga nigga nigga |
| You know I had 2 Gat Ya Yeah, picture your death, |
| that nigga that siccness |
| figure to sick this, foo |
| that nigga that rips |
| (??? look at that nigga) that siccness drops |
| and as my trigga goes Pop! |
| Pop! |
| Pop! |
| that niggas be ducking from the buck shot |
| see, fuck it when the gun drops, you know its in a hoes cock |
| so there it goes, not the average nigga |
| the baby killa, (???a rabies) |
| dealin that nigga maybe killin that nigga that smooth way |
| that mothafuckas ain’t shit to me white nigga, black trigga cracks every mothafuckas back |
| late in a day, fools used to get they squabs on the blood gang deuce nine creep mobb zone |
| runnin a mothafucka like a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool |
| but stealin on muthafuckas like a clepto |
| let no, other muthafuckas raise yo hood |
| half the mothafuckas smokin niggas like wood |
| got locked up with they cock up, some other niggas asshole |
| but atleast my niggas had enough heart to blast though |
| now the duece ain’t deep like 86 |
| i’m solo, might as well see me on a crucifix |
| the duece for age, baby killin athiest |
| for the funk right back, cause (You know I had to gat ya) |
| same ol fool, that nigga deep load, what up ain’t no doubt who runs the muthafucka |
| cause every cut i drop is like a muthafuckin main (course??) |
| (???) thats why i make so many corpse |
| cause when they hear that nigga that nigga that siccness drop |
| my nine millimeter goes Pop! |
| my sign going to creep them, |
| nightmare creeper millimeter meter |
| lock up, main corpse, spirit your brain |
| got niggaz killin niggaz, just because im rappin insane |
| something like a manson mind, my nigga triple six |
| (i got em doing a devil dance of mine) |
| leavin em only one chance to die and niggaz wanna used a glock |
| niggaz wanna go to heaven but don’t want to get shot down |
| yeah, with my 38 snotnose |
| i got niggaz crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hella hoes |
| lettin loose like Antonio Montana |
| with a oozie and im kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em Ah, psycho like micro mind (sprice?) six |
| brotha lynch, rippin his arms off up the crucifix |
| and when i grab my 9 millimeter gun, point it to your back |
| cause i don’t know how to act so (You know I had 2 Gat Ya) |
| (You Know I had 2 Gat Ya) |