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[Intro: The Devil] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha yeah Ya'll interested to know Check that shit, Lynch It's the devil [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah, the cap busting never stops I got my clips and my Glocks A bunch of motherfuckers give me props Funny style fools, though That's why I never Lynch Hung with the crews, loc Never 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 fools, you better have your own grave made Fool named Blackie spitting at everybody 'bout How he was hard and was knocking niggas out I see some envious of the Lynch Hung Every time I talk to 'em, fools say he just bought another 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 [Chorus: The Devil & Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back Yeah, I got my own back fade Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back Yeah, I got my own back fade Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back Yeah, I got my own back fade Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back Yeah, I got my own back fade [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] Nigga, I thought you knew you couldn't fade this All them props you got ain't but fake shit Trying to run up on a Uzi with a nine clip And find your brain cooking in a barbecue pit (yeah) 'Cause I don't play that shit, loc, 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 could've 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 nigga sporting some old clothes I'm 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 [Chorus: The Devil & Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back Yeah, I got my own back fade Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back Hey, I got my own back fade Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back You know, I got my own back fade Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back Hey, I got my own back fade [The Devil] Yeah you know what I'm saying I'm the so-called Devil that Brotha Lynch was talking about, you know And can't nobody fade this This nigga packs his own people, you know what I'm saying But with this cannibalistic fury, you know what I'm saying So, um, Lynch help me with this shit, kick that old shit [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] Most of my niggas come and go like a fool's life A couple of 40's and a joint laid up nothing not That's why I'm kicking with the hardest motherfucker living My nigga nine eating humans like Thanksgiving And it be eating em by the fours, 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 motherfuckers wanna kill me That's why nina got 16 partners Smoking a nigga for my human meat pot luck Click, pop, buckshots through a nigga's chest Nigga ribs in my mouth, now who's 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 [Chorus: The Devil & Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back Yeah, I got my own back fade Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back Yeah, I got my own back fade Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back Yeah, I got my own back fade Yeah, depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back Yeah, I got my own back fade [Verse 4: Brotha Lynch Hung] Coming straight from the grave with the rip gut Cannibal Atheist, couldn't give a motherfuck Heard a lot of motherfuckers wanna stop this I keep em paralyzed, young, monotonous Though I pop shit something like a blood vessel Drink blood like a vamp, then, become amped 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 'cause I know a nigga wants 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 back fade, nigga [The Devil] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha