Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics

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Thats what i Said 

(its 9 o'clock yal)

now im the type a nigga that a leave a horsehead in ya bed

sleep wit ya wife then, commit some knifin'

get away clean wit the scene block 17

in my lap, as i creep away in da black catallic

cuz u know i got shit ta do (mutha fucka)

fake id cuz i been murderin mutha fuckaz like (like what) HIV

as i creep real slow threw ya blood vesselz (ya dig)

5 weeks lata nigga, god bless ya

now im stressed wit the smith-n-west (the west)

my music career aint been the best

bound to have my momma wearin a tight dress

bitch, make my money right

or get ya throat slit, druggin in da bushes as ya inside gushez

then im smashin through the night, (in what)

my zarightiy with pacizi, hittin corners hella tight (ye right)

nigga, you know im right (oh)

my momma tought me, nigga dont givva fuck

and when i die, throw me in a joint smoke me up


Thats what i said 

Im high about da hocus poucus

my diagnosis is a murderin sycosis, and mutha fuckaz know this (mutha fuckaz know dis)

im quick ta pull the pin up out the grenade and hand u the pinapple and say "here mutha fucka hold dis" (oh No)

look here da murda show

the sequence beginz wit freaks in da momo

we seein allabys provide, we freak wit

and now my niggaz ridin, slip clips -n- dipin and do dat shit, smokin budda shit

see, when they say siccmade is whispin

the tastes bitta, blowin mutha fuckaz inta smithaz (green)

triple X liquor

wit nothin but cursez in our verses

obscene, unfit for major main streem magizinez

lace u up in karoscene and see that ass ignite

i mean, we got the V8 for ya gangsta lead,

i see, war mashinez, and street marinez

dirt needlez in the hands of ghetto fiendz

im caught between, (what) the hard life, and ghetto dreams

got sceemz

wit black borrai'z, and get awayz like OJ (clean)

the rip gut, he got the canibalistic Q-Z

and the illigitimate got anotha 16 (umm humm)(ha)

u see, the front page newz, only show da inmates,

and not the cage, while, 

a legends play wit the publics rage

fuck those that critisize, let em lead da lives

do da shit we done, and then say that we aint right.

Thats what i said 


Black Pitt's in the backyard, i dont feed em

have ta bar about a pit a week, (why) cuz they gotta eat

off that mad dogg 20-20 im bout ta take my money

ski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage

understand dis, radiation in mushroom blast, its almost 20 G gotta plot my shit

and get my cash

D-Dub around the corner in da impala,

zig-zag in da trash with the auto-mag, last time i saw 

beta, (what) stand look out by the liquor store, (aite) lowkey, hear some movement, (yea)

nigga you know u that hoe (ha)

times murda so im time platnium, creep,

wit a hand can, and takin out every nigga been standin

cuz im agressive like a wolverin, beating, caught that ass and got up the gasoline had out ya worstest dream

then it all adds up (to what)

sittin in hawaii with a AK on my lap

(off that puffy stuff)

Thats what i said