[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 n***a 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, n***a, 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)
N***a, you know I'm right
My momma taught me, n***a, don't give a fuck
And when I die, crumble me in a joint and smoke me up
[Chorus: D-Dubb]
That's what I said
That's what I said
That's what I said
That's what I said

[Verse 2: Loki, Brotha Lynch Hung]
I'm high up off the hocus pocus
My diagnosis is a murderous psychosis, and muthafuckas know this
(Muthafuckas know this?)
I'm quick to pull the pin up out the grenade
And hand you the pineapple and say, "Here, muthafucka, hold this" (Oh no)
Loki and the murder show, the sequence begins with freaks in the mo-mo
We seein' alibis provided, we frequent, and now my n***as ridin'
Slip clips independent, do that shit smokin' buddah shit
See, when they say Siccmade, it's in whispers and the taste is bitter
Blowin' motherfuckers into smithers (Reens)
Triple X liquor, with nothin' 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
I'm 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 cuisine
(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 public's rage
Fuck those who criticize, let 'em lead our lives
Do the shit we done and then say that we ain't right
[Chorus: D-Dubb]
That's what I said
That's what I said
That's what I said
That's what I said

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung, Phonk Beta]
Black pits in the backyard, I don't feed 'em
Have to buy about a pit a week (Why?) 'cause they gotta eat
Off that Mad Dog 20/20 I'm 'bout to take my money
Ski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage
Understand this, radiation and mushroom blast
It's almost 20G, I gotta plot my shit and get my cash
D-Dubb around the corner in the Impala
Zigg Zagg in the trash can with the auto mag last time I saw her
Beta (What?), stand look out by the liquor store (Alright)
Loki, you hear some movement, n***a you know, do that ho
Time's murder so I'm time plottin'
Creep with a hand cannon, takin' out every n***a banstandin'
'Cause I'm aggressive like a wolverine
Be done caught that ass and got the gasoline
Hot out your worstest dream
Then it all adds up (To what?)
Sittin' in Hawaii with a AK on my lap off that puffy stuff

[Chorus: D-Dubb]
That's what I said
(Ooh, that's what I said)
That's what I said
That's what I said
That's what I said