[Brotha Lynch Hung]
nine in my [bad word] guts, so cold
(...My nine is easy to load...)
So I keep the [bad word] on safe
Cause a nine in your [bad word] ain't safe
Rolling up in a devil rag Caprice
Triple-6 the Bounty got the clip to my piece
Roasted dark meat tonite we gonna feast
Load'em up, [bad word] Deep on 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 wanna be heaven sent
Boom and that's how my trigga went
Gotta fix that crack
Mama gotta grave, [bad word] [bad word] like that
Put a [bad word] aching, having fits like that
Guns on safe but it clicks right back
(...Going out on a [bad word] like that...)
Now I'm dead...

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
The [bad word] with the [bad word] sickness
Cut ya [bad word] with a razor blade, [bad word] [bad word] sit on my face, bleed all over my face
Get up, now let me nut in ya face
Nothing but the atheist talking that crazy [bad word] 
Something like the triple-six sickness
 [bad word]  ya betta be used to be a [bad word] 
Ya betta be used to me when I picture six six six
I'm layin' on my bed like a grave
Praying I'n not that way, I'm like this:
Put ya wound on my lips
The Brotha Lynch biting to the skin rips
X-rated flicks, nothing but the Brotha Lynch sickness, [bad word]  [bad word] him if ya [bad word] wanna talk some [bad word] 
Punk [bad word] [Gunshot]
I'm the [bad word] Brotha Lynch...
(...Going out...)
Loadin'em up!
(...on a [bad word] ..)
Blowin'em up!
(...like that...)
 [bad word]  I'm sick of this [bad word]  [bad word]  open ya legs for this
Now guess where my trigga went...

[Triple-6 Bounty AKA Sicx]
Triple-6 [bad word] Bounty fiending to eat this [bad word] mob
 [bad word] ..
So there is it, [bad word] ..So I'ma kick this [bad word] for ya...

Give it up for the Endangered
And that's how my [bad word] went
Rough, so [bad word] rough, my [bad word] #39;s trigga went rip gut
So [bad word] what?
My [bad word] Lynch ain't the [bad word] you thought he was, [bad word] 
Catch a bullet of Lynch Hung
Or the swing of a left foot's swang
By the fool who speaks in Devil tongue
That's how that [bad word] went
Plus that how my trigga went
Would ya figure by now?
You [bad word] consider him insane
The Baby Killa's already dead
Boom, boom, filling the lead in a baby's head
Skitzo, my [bad word] went buckwild
Hah haaaa...
(...God bless ya child...)