Thatz What I Said Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. D-Dubb & Loki (USA))

[Intro: D-Dubb, Brotha Lynch Hung]
That's what I said
That's what I said
That's what I said
It's 9 o'clock, y'all

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung, Phonk Beta]
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
'Cause you know I got shit to do, fake ID
'Cause I been murderin' muthafuckas like HIV
As I creep real slow through your blood vessels (And then)
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 (In what?)
Maserati with posi, hittin' corners hella tight (Yeah right)
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