Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's How Tha Trigga Went, artist - X-Raided. Date of issue: 28.07.2003
Song language: English
That's How Tha Trigga Went |
| A nine in my mothafucking guts, so cold |
| (…My nine is easy to load…) |
| So I keep the mothafucka on safe |
| Cause a nine in your dick ain’t safe |
| Rolling up in a devil red Caprice |
| Triple-6 the Bounty got the clip to my piece |
| Roasted dog meat tonight we gonna feast |
| Load’em up, Nigga Deep in a creep, boom, boom |
| Let’em see what’s up, the Brotha Lynch |
| Straight using my life broke |
| All I see is devils and gun smoke |
| But they want me to be heaven sent |
| Boom and that’s how my trigga went |
| Gotta fix that crack |
| Mama gotta grave, nigga shit like that |
| Witta nigga aging, having fits like that |
| Guns on safe but it clicks right back |
| Now I take it to the head |
| (…Going off on a mothafucka like that…) |
| Now I’m dead… |
| The nigga with the mothafucking sickness |
| Cut ya pussy with a razor blade, bitch |
| Come sit on my face, bleed all over my face |
| Get up, now let me nut in ya face |
| Nothing but a atheist talking that crazy shit |
| Something like the triple-six sickness |
| Bitch, ya betta be used to being a bitch |
| Ya betta be used to me when I picture six six six |
| I lay in my bed like a grave |
| Praying I’m not that way, I’m like this: |
| Put ya wound on my lips |
| The Brotha Lynch biting to the skin rips |
| X-Raided flicks, nothing but the Brotha Lynch sickness, bitch |
| Fuck him if a nigga wanna talk some shit |
| Punk mothafucka *gunshot* |
| I’m the mothafucking Brotha Lynch… |
| (…Going off…) |
| Loadin’em up! |
| (…on a mothafucka…) |
| Blowin’em up! |
| (…like that…) |
| Nigga, I’m sick of this shit |
| Bitch, open ya legs for this |
| Now guess where my trigga went… |
| Triple-6 mothafucking Bounty finna to eat this mothafucking mom’s |
| Pussy… |
| So there is it, nigga… And I’ma kick this shit for ya… |
| Give it up for the Endangered |
| And that’s how my nigga went |
| Rough, so fucking rough, my nigga’s trigga went rip gut |
| So fucking what? |
| My nigga Lynch ain’t the nigga you thought he was, bitch |
| Catch a bullet of Lynch Hung |
| Or the swing of a left hook swung |
| By the fool who speaks in a Devil tongue |
| That’s how that nigga went |
| Plus that how my trigga went |
| Wouldn’t ya figure by now? |
| You mothafuckas consider him insane |
| The Baby Killa’s already dead |
| Boom, boom, feel the weight of the lead in a baby’s head |
| Schizo, my nigga went buckwild |
| Hah haaaa… |
| (…God bless ya child…) |