[lynch]   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!      [kyel]   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 [3xs]