Brotha Lynch Hung - Thatz What I Said lyrics

rate me

(feat. Loki)

[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