Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back of Cadillacs , by - Brotha Lynch Hung. Song from the album The Plague, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |