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Brotha Lynch Hung Miscellaneous That's What I Said (lynch): Now i'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed Sleep with ya wife, then commence to knifin' Get away clean with the scheme glock 17 in my lap As i creep away in the black cadillac Cuz you know i got shit to do Fake id, cuz i been murderin' muthafuckas like hiv As i creep real slow through your blood vessels Five weeks later, nigga, god bless you Now i'm stressed with the smith & wess My music career ain't been the best Bound to have my momma wearin' a tight dress Bitch make my money right Or get ya throat slit an drug in the bushes as ya inside gushes Then i'm smashin' through the night, mozzaradi with cauz He hittin' corners hella tight Nigga you know i'm right My momma taught me, nigga don't give a fuck And when i die, crumble me in a joint and smoke me up That's what said (loki): I'm high up off the hocus poucus My diagnosis is a murderous psychosis, and muthafuckas know this I'm quick to pull the pin up out the grenade And hand you the pineapple and say here muthafucka, hold this Loki and the murder show, the sequence begins with freaks in the mo-mo We seein' alibi's provided, we frequent, and now my niggas ridin' Slip clips in the pen, and do that shit, smoke the buddah shit See when they say siccmade, whispers in your ear, the taste is bitter Blowin' muthafuckas into smithers Triple x liquor, with nuthin' but curse in our verses Obscene, unfit for major mainstream magazines Lace you up in kerosene and see that ass ignited I mean we got the v-8 for your gangsta lean I seen war machines and street marines Dirty nina's in the hands of ghetto fiends I'm caught between the hard life and ghetto dreams I got schemes with black berets and get away like o.j., clean The ripgut, he got the cannibalistic qz, and the illegitimate got another 16 You see the front page news only show the inmates, and not the cage While elections play with the public's rage Fuck those who criticize, let 'em lead their lives through the shit we done And then say that we ain't right That's what i said (lynch): Black pits in the backyard, i don't feed 'em Hafta buy a pit a week cuz gone eatin' Off that mad dog 20/20 i'm bout to take my money Ski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage Understand this, radiation and mushroom blast It's almost 20g, i gotta plot my shit and get my cash D-dub around the corner in the impala Zigg zagg in the trash can with the auto mag last time i saw her Beta, stand look out by the liquor store Loki, you hear some movement, nigga you know, do that hoe Time's murder so i'm time plottin' Creep with a hand cannon, takin' out every nigga banstandin' Cuz i'm aggressive like a wolverine Beta done caught that ass and got the gasoline Hot out your worstest dream Then it all adds up to sittin' in hawaii With a ak on my lap off that puffy stuff That's what i said |
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