Brotha Lynch Hung

(feat. Loki)
[Lynch:]
Now Im the type of nigga thatll 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 Im stressed with the Smith & Wess
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 an drug in the bushes as ya inside gushes
Then Im smashin through the night, Mozzaradi with Cauz
He hittin corners hella tight
Nigga you know Im right
My momma taught me, nigga dont give a fuck
And when I die, crumble me in a joint and smoke me up
Thats what said
[Loki:]
Im high up off the hocus poucus
My diagnosis is a murderous psychosis, and muthafuckas know this
Im 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 alibis 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 ninas in the hands of ghetto fiends
Im 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 publics rage
Fuck those who criticize, let em lead their lives through the shit we done
And then say that we aint right
Thats what I said
[Lynch:]
Black pits in the backyard, I dont feed em
Hafta buy a pit a week cuz gone eatin
Off that Mad Dog 20/20 Im bout to take my money
Ski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage
Understand this, radiation and mushroom blast
Its 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
Times murder so Im time plottin
Creep with a hand cannon, takin out every nigga banstandin
Cuz Im 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
Thats what I said
[ Thatz What I Said Lyrics ]