Back Fade Brotha Lynch Hung

[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