Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back of Cadillacs, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Album song The Plague, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.04.2005
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Back of Cadillacs |
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha yeah |
ya’ll interested to know |
check that shit Lynch |
its the devil |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
yeah the cap busting neva stops |
I got my clips and my glocks a bunch of motherfuckas give me props |
funny style fools dealt with thats why I neva Lynch Hung with the crews low |
neva caught slipping I knew I had to have mine (yeah) |
so I hooked up with my folks who hooked a nigga with a nine |
now I got my own back fade and once ya start shooting at foos |
you betta have your own grave made |
foo named Blackie spitting at everybody bout |
how he was hard and was knocking niggas out |
I see some envyist of the Lynch Hung |
everytime I talk to em foos say he just bought a new gun |
and I can feel em from a mile away |
fronting like he all that shit but like my nigga say |
depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
so hey I got my own back fade nigga |
(Devil) |
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
yeah I got my own back fade |
(Devil) |
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
yeah I got my own back fade |
(Devil) |
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
yeah I got my own back fade |
(Devil) |
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
yeah I got my own back fade |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
nigga I thought you knew you couldnt fade this |
all them props you got ain’t but fake shit |
trying to run up on a oozie with a nine clip |
and find your brain cooking in a barbecue pit (yeah) |
cuz I don’t play that shit low and I ain’t soft |
bout your rumors Gimmy got his mouth shot off |
then his head cut off just for fucking up with a nigga that got a room full of baby gut |
when I was peeping it I was tripping off of what I seen |
dumb nigga you fronting on the wrong team |
I coulda had you with a click getting hella props |
now you running around like a monkey with his head cut off |
fucking with me no checking my nine pops |
leaving a nigga with a mouth full of gun shots |
by a lunatic niggas score some old clothes |
Im like some paid to filling bodies full of bullet holes |
and I can feel em from a mile away |
fronting like they all that shit but like my nigga say |
depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
so hey I got my own back fade nigga |
(Devil) |
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
yeah I got my own back fade |
(Devil) |
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
hey I got my own back fade |
(Devil) |
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
you know I got my own back fade |
(Devil) |
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
hey I got my own back fade |
(Devil) |
yeah you know what I’m saying |
Im the so called Devil that Brotha Lynch was talking bout you know |
they cant nobody fade this |
this nigga packs his own people you know what I’m saying |
but with this cannibalistic theory you know what I’m saying |
so umm Lynch help me with this shit kick that old shit |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
most of my niggas come and go like a foos life |
a couple of 40's and a joint later nut not |
thats why I’m kicking with the hardest motherfucker living |
my nigga nine eating humans like Thanksgiving |
and it be eating em by the fo’s at least |
marinating niggas 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 motherfucker out trying to feel me about a million motherfuckas wanna kill me thats why ninna got 16 partners |
smoking a nigga from my human meat pot luck |
click popo buckshots to a niggas chest |
nigga rips in my mouth now whos next |
I got the menu of a motherfucking cannibal |
as I continue I’m a human eating niggaro |
eating niggas with my nine so hey |
you fronting like your all that shit but like my niggas say |
depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
so hey I got my own back fade nigga |
(Devil) |
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
yeah I got my own back fade |
(Devil) |
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
yeah I got my own back fade |
(Devil) |
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
yeah I got my own back fade |
(Devil) |
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
yeah I got my own back fade |
(Brotha Lynch Hung) |
coming straight from the grave with the rip gut |
cannibal Atheist couldnt give a motherfuck |
heard alot of motherfuckas wanna stop this |
I keep em paralyzed young manotonis |
though I pop shit something like a blood vessel |
drink blood like a vamp then become amp |
that means I take all the pussy 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 pussy bleeding bloodshed |
now I’m psyched cuz I know a nigga want some |
he better pack a gun or know how to run |
and I ain’t met too many niggas that could eat meat |
like a nigga with a mouth full of crooked teeth |
and I’m a motherfucker that thrive on homosapien beef |
them niggas don’t know I’m seriously crazy |
and I can feel em from a mile away |
fronting like they all that shit but like my nigga say |
depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back |
so hey I got my own backfade nigga |
(Devil) |
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha |