Текст песни On My Briefcase

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 magizinezBrotha Lynch Hung - On My Briefcase - http://ru.motolyrics.com/brotha-lynch-hung/on-my-briefcase-lyrics.html
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