Brotha Lynch Hung Datz What I Said Lyrics

Brotha Lynch (Verse 1)Now I'm the type'a n____ that'll leave a horse
head in ya bed/ sleep witcha wife then/ commence the knifin'/ get away clean
with the scheme, Glock 17, in my lap, as I creep away in the black Cadillac/
cause you know I got s___ to do, fake ID cause I been murderin' m____fuckas
like- who?- HIV/ as I creep real slow thu ya blood vessels- and then?- five
weeks later n____ god bless ya/ now I'm stressed with the Smith and Wess/ my
music career aint been the best/ bound to have my momma wearin' a tight dress/
b____ make my money right, or get ya throat slit and drug in the bushes as ya,
inside gushes/ then I'm smashin' through the night- in what?- Mazaratti with
the posse hittin' corners hella tight- yeah right- n____ you know I'm right
(oh)/ my momma taught me n____ don't give a f___/ and when I die, cover me in a
joint and smoke me upChorus (4x)That's what I said...Loki
(Verse 2)I'm high up out the hocus pocus, my diagnosis is a murderous
psychosis and m____fuckas know this/ I'm quick to pull the pin up out the
grenade and hand you the pineapple and say "Here m____fucka, hold this (oh no)/
Loki and the murder show/ the sequence begins with freaks in the mo-mo/ we see
an alibi's provided/ we creep'd in and now my n____s ridin'/ slips clips in
jump in and do that s___ smokin' buddah s___/ see when they say siccmade it and
whispers that it taste-es bitter, blowin' m____fuckas in to smita-(reens)/
triple X liquor/ with nothin' but curses in our verses, obscene/ unfit for
major mainstream magazines/ lace you up in kerosene and see that a__ ignited, I
mean/ we got the V-8 for ya gangsta lean/ I seen, war machines and street
marines, dirty ninas in the hands of ghetto fiends/ I'm caught between, the
hard life and ghetto dreams/ got schemes/ with black berets and getaways like
OJ (clean)/ don't get got, she got the cannabalistic Q-zine/ and the
illegitimate got another 16 (ha ha)/ you see the front page news only show the
inmates and not the cage while, elections play with the public's rage/ f___
those that criticize, let 'em lead our lives/ do the s___ we done and then say
that we were rightChorusBrotha Lynch (Verse 3)Black
pits in the backyard, I don't feed 'em/ gotta buy 'bout a pit a week, cause
they gotta eat/ off that mad dog 20/20 I'm 'bout ta take my money/ ski mask,
gotta manage, better take advantage/ understand this, radiation and mushroom
blast/ it's almost 20 G, gotta plot my s___ and get my cash/ D-Dub around the
corner in the Im-pala/ Zig-zag in the trash can with the auto mag last time I
saw her/ Beta (what) stand lookout by the liqour store/ Loki, hear some
movement, n____ you know, do that ho/ times murder so I'm time plottin', creep,
with a hand cannon takin' out every n____ bandstandin'/ cause I'm aggressive
like a wolverine/ B done caught that a__ and got out the gasoline, hot out ya
worsest dream/ then it all adds up (to what?) sittin' in Hawaii wit' a AK on my
lap off that puffy stuffChorus