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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
Writer(s): Kevin Mann Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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