Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hunter Killa, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Album song EBK4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.11.2005
Record label: Black Market
Song language: English
Hunter Killa |
| It’s the Hunta Killa |
| Off of the 9 skrilla |
| Wit my nap sack fulla pilla |
| Nigga worst than the movie Thrilla and realla |
| Cause this is real life (that's right) |
| I saw that nigga get his head tore off (by who?) |
| By the same nigga that took his wife |
| You know I come nutty stingin like syphillis |
| You can get your liver split |
| By your own bictch fuckin wit this |
| Stay drunk when I dip and ain’t shit |
| I got vast amounts |
| Your ass’ll count em when I’m shootin em down your bitch’s mouth |
| (Cause this the) Hunta Killa deal a lot |
| And fuckin em shit shoes (wit the what?) |
| Wit the nine and watchin the bloody nut come out everytime |
| And you know it’s mine |
| When I com through loomin |
| Wit the MK-1 and when they done they lookin like sushi (Raw!) |
| Wit the oozie I get the shit done |
| You know it’s like velcro or polygrip |
| I stick to the shit that make you nut up wit your dome split |
| I want you to trip |
| And I’ll be sittin right there wit the casket |
| (You know!) you was at the wrong place at the right time then you got blasted |
| (You hoe!) Hunta Killa in black mack-10 in the trunk with the slump |
| I’ll hug you like mama |
| When I use it it gotta be because I be off that juicy shit |
| Not use to it I’m addicted to the siccness |
| Might flip this nigga shit frequently |
| Them young g’s they wanna speak to me |
| (But what) but they don’t need to be |
| I’ll have they hat quick |
| Wit no pactice |
| Put you in the trunk wit the slump stickin em like a cactus |
| And I’m concentratin on stackin grip |
| I got’s to hit you wit the slug |
| No love bitch ass nigga you know |
| It’s Hunta Killa (that's realla) |
| Chorus: repeat 3X's |
| Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin in the river |
| (Hunta Killa! Killa!) |
| Put you in duct! |
| Put you in duct tape! |
| Spent most of my time on the grind |
| In the bucket wit a loaded tech nine |
| On the corner lookin' out for the one time |
| And these niggas from the othaside tryin to take mine |
| Keep the heat on my waist line |
| Make bullets chase niggas and erase fake niggas |
| You can call me the grave digga |
| Money go-getta all about the skrilla |
| Cap pilla known for breakin in homes and gettin the goods |
| Cross the line of the mastermind mothafucka I wish you would |
| Got niggas in every hood and ready to go to war |
| I’m gettin paid the way I should so what the fuck you hatin for |
| Waistin time thinkin bout mine you should be gettin yours |
| You den put yourself in some deep shit |
| Now you hittin the floor when I come through |
| Kickin down your door like a predator |
| Spittin lyrics in metaphors |
| All you rap cats thinkin you the shit |
| My game’s 10 years ahead of yours |
| And I’m headed for the top |
| Lyrics don’t never stop |
| So fuck whateva you talkin bout |
| I’m takin over shit and I’m settin up shop |
| Raisin niggas up out they spot |
| All you bustas gotta go |
| Now I’mma bust a bitch and let you know |
| We can tear and war wit these scary hoes |
| Wit a tech 9 to your dome |
| It ain’t shit for me to run up in your home |
| Wit the chrome take whateva the fuck I want then get gone |
| I was born to be a rida known as a balla shot calla |
| Leader of the pack |
| Ain’t neva been no followa |
| Ain’t neva been no busta |
| Dumpin on mothafuckas |
| Ain’t neva been no sucka spillin information to the undacova |
| I only fuck wit ridas and realas thug niggas drug dealas |
| All about the skrilla cemetary fillas |
| It’s Hunta Killa (That's reala) |
| Chorus |