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Back Fade
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Back Fade was released on January 1, 1993 by RBC Records as a part of the album 24 Deep
Album24 Deep
ReleasedJanuary 1, 1993
LabelRBC Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM87
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Hahahahahahaha, yeah
Y'all interested to know
Kick that shit, Lynch
It's the Devil
Yeah, the cap busting never stops
I got my clips and my Glocks
A bunch of mothafuckers 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** say
Depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
So, hey, I got my own back fade, ****
Yeah, depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
****, 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 **** that got a room full of baby gut
When I was peeping it, I was tripping off of what I seen
Dumb ****, 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 **** with a mouth full of gun shots
By a lunatic **** 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 **** say
Depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
So, hey, I got my own back fade, ****
Yeah, depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
Hey, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
You know, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
Hey, I got my own back fade
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 **** 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
Most of my **** 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 **** nine eating humans like Thanksgiving
And it be eating 'em by the fours, at least
Marinating ****' 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 mothafucker out tryna feel me
About a million mothafuckers wanna kill me
That's why nina got 16 partners (Ooh)
Smoking a **** for my human meat pot luck
Click, pop, buckshots through a ****'s chest
****' ribs in my mouth, now who's next?
I got the menu of a mothafucking cannibal
As I continue, I'm a human eating ****
Eating **** with my nine, so, hey
You fronting like you're all that shit but like my **** say
Depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
So, hey, I got my own back fade, ****
Yeah, depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
Yeah, depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
Yeah, I got my own back fade
Coming straight from the grave with the Ripgut
Cannibal Atheist, couldn't give a mothafuck
Heard a lot of mothafuckers 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 **** wants some
He better pack a gun, or know how to run
And I ain't met too many **** that could eat meat
Like a **** with a mouth full of crooked teeth
And I'm a mothafucker that thrive on, homosapien beef
Them **** 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 **** say
Depending on a ****, gets a nine in my back
So, hey, I got my own back fade, ****
Hahahahahahaha
Written by: Kevin Mann
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