1.Ask ＆ Get It
2.Big Mouth, Big Talk
Chorus 4x
What's up, big mouth, big talk, big game
Teacher pet, taking aim, pump the tech, i'm taiking aim
(pastor troy)
Triple six 99 a bitch but fuck it
Creep up on them pussy niggaz hit the lights and the button
Don't you love it shit pastor troy dsgb
I represent it with my nigga from what (tennessee)
The enemy of the state i'm keeping nothing but weight
I top grind on these niggaz quit actin like it's straight
And niggaz fake but i tell them niggaz fuck ya'll
I dump your pussy ass and flip it with my nigga paul
Who can you conversation you see me pacing
And you can run and run but i'll be waiting
And you can bet i represent it for the southeast
Until death on the motherfucking beat triple six
Chorus 4x
(pastor troy)
I started rolling at the early age i heard it paid
So i made an investment, all my money was spent on buying drugs
And giving hugs to broads checking for bud
Because i'm dodging the law
I never saw and may i kept a kind the rest was raw
I had a proper ass (？)
I stole the show i didn't know i'd be judged
That's on the low and pastor troy praise god
Cause i concealed and my intentions to spill who ever will
Please step up and be killed
Don't think i'm real just to show that blood is red
Ain't no way till you finished just 16 shots in ya head
Ya'll scared
Chorus 4x
(t-rock)
In the land of atl, run shelves, crack sells for clientele
Brutally your head swell all who oppose get sent to hell
Midrange make ways to stay paid with ak's
Sin folks reload or enter heavy scapeways
We probably get robberies wit 12 gauge technology
So i kill blood spill i show no local modesty
Drop em g pay a fee doing combat killing enemies
Shot heads with infa reds so much death fuck a injury
I specialize and funeralize all the guys my clique despise
Full clip busted in between your eyes symbolize that its surely
mine
When i bust my shells hoe leave you stuck like velcro
Throwing blows and elbows them tie that trick to the railroads
Bruise the bitch then shoot the trick now who's the snitch to
get crucifixed
Clips and shit be super thick to inform you we ain't new to this
Blaze weed my tendencies bury mc's with jealousy
Assign to kill and steel i keep pastor preaches eulogy
3.D-suckin'-h
Gangsta boo talks
(gangsta boo)
What'd up nigga how you doing
Can you hit me on that late nite tip
Can we hook up somethin' for yo' tongue to touch my pussy lips
(eat it)
Why not eat it can you feel me bursting full of joy
Can you feel me cummin' like i'm runnin' for the mayor boy
(stoppin)
You be poppin' game let me bang that pussy mane
You can get the keys to the range
Boo it ain't no thang
(yeah)what i'm sayin',naw i'm playin',be for real dude
I ain't trippin' off ya fuckin' car i'm a baller too
(hit me)if you wanna hook up like we some major playas
Call me and i'll see you later
Ah there goes my fuckin' pager
Nigga what's the dilly
Do you want me to step up to you
I be trippin' how it is so easy to persuade you
Game you need plenty of look as if you were a scrub
I be wantin' thuggy,thug love
You be none above
Cowards that devours now you know you need to get rid of that
Comin' over gangsta boo house
Bet you'll eat my cat
Chorus-2x
Dj paul
Dick suckin' hoe,nut suckin' hoes
Hoes,hoes they ain't nuthin' but hoes
Gangsta boo
Pussy eatin' niggas,broke ass niggas
Niggas,niggas ain't nuthin' but niggas
(juicy j)
Hangin' on the corner wit' my nigga p
Just across the street
Walkin' up a freak
I heard her name gretchen
Her pussy tight and gripping
Straight from the hood so we call her chicken
Lookin' like her mammy,smellin' like her granny
Switchin' wit' a skirt
Never wearin' panties
Said she want a friend to screw her at summer inn
Hydro weed and a case of henn
Take her to a room,next thing ya know
A nigga hit the do' like he on that blow
I was havin' fun tryin' to get her tongue
Then he pulled a gun so i had to run
Call up on the boys smokin' on the pound
Rolled through his hood left him in the ground
Make another stop house of the slut
Walked in the crib beat the bitch up
Chorus-2x
(gangsta boo)
Chillin' in miami
Where da bitch at
I'm layin' back
Restin' up to party a club where da stars at
You got that,don't act like you don't when you hit this
You know that,you licked on my pussy you trick bitch
So left bitch,you dig this my pimp shit is too thick
For me to be fuck with so fuck all that gossip
And watch this not topless but boo bitch so sexy
God bless me,undress thee and open express thee
Lips of the pussy that got you niggas beggin'
(i)i don't give a fuck about you guys(guys)
Like an evil spy(spy)
(why)why should it matter
(if)if we out together night
When you wanna eat some pussy
Are you gonna call me or not(call me or not)
I do not love'em though(though)
Ya'll know how the story goes(goes)
You why the fuck i put you lames(lames)
I be a better hoe (hoe)
Hoeing for my bitches that be representin'
I got ya back(i got ya back)
Cause i be representin'
Real shit bring the chorus back
Chorus-6x
4.Da First Date
(tastes good, tastes good, tastes good)
Man：so what's up with you right now？
Girl：what you mean what's up with me？ what's up with you？
Man：i'm trying to find out what you want to do
Girl： i think i need to go home chill out, relax
Man： i think you need to go with me and lay down and relax with
me
Girl： naw it's too early for that
Man： too early？ i been thinking about it for a long time
Girl： but i just met you i don't do that...on the first date
Man： been with a man you should have been doing it girl, what's
wrong with
You？
Girl： what's wrong with you？ you ain't getting none
The shit started off real well
Real swell the bitch was talking lovely
She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8：30
It'll be my first time hitting this bitch i gotta work
I call me nigga big l for about two ounces to serve
I jumped in some kinda fresh smelling like is it me？
I'm thinking i know i'm anxious this bitch is beeping me
This one right here is too wheezy i'm damn near scared of that
But i'ma let you boys know when i take care of that
I'm pulling up to the crib lights out
I hit her nextel celli tell her to come on out
Stepping out of the crib sexy looking bad as hell
I'm knowing goddamn well i'm bout to get in that tail
So we pulled out first stop j＆s liquor store
Don't you play no games young boy you know that's where i gotta
go
She talking about going back to my crib but that ain't trying to
happen
I changed the subject poured another cup and i kept on yapping
Jumped on the title of six hoping the hoe peeps game
Hickeys all over her neck so i know she got a man
I'm coming out can we fuck？ i'm on my period
Bitch the lies
So i dropped the trick off at the first stop sign
And i'ma holla hoe
My conversates
I'm trying to fuck on the first date
Weaving all on that oil but still you hesitate
I'm wasting time with this funk ass bitch
Riding round with this drunk ass bitch
Hoe let it bump
Chicken chicken
Don't be tripping
When i'm bout to spit this pimping
Stacking cheese and counting up easy cause you know i'm into
winning
Heard your niggas like a pigeon
Punk ass faggotts always switching
See that lexus that he ride in
I got that strapped on my wrist'n
Come on hoe and stop the fronting
Keep my dick from jumping jumping
Take a shot of fifths and liquor
But i can't be buying nothing
Where i'm from i can't be saying
Cause i'm just to cheap for paying
Can't be hanging drinking drinking
With this guru what a behavior (moan)
Bout to ball the troops to college
Watching haters ow they be falling
Looking for the freaky freakys
That be chewing the dick and swallowing
We can take a short'n riding
Through the cut to reach your housing
We can ride down to the river
While you work on using your mouth'n
Everybody know you going
Bet you probably saying oh no'n
Then i'm gonna teach you lessons
Stranglin all to death and rowing
And your sister know she with it
Cause she let me nigga hit it
Then she get the licking licking
Then she have to pay to quit it
Chorus(x2)
Bitch i don't wanna just hold hands
And listen to slow jams
I'm not with that romance
Or candle light slow dance
Hoe why don't you take a chance？
Ain't like you ain't fucked before
Come out those tight ass pants
Stop thinking that i won't call no more
Don't listen to the rumors that lord will school ya and slide
You wanna wine and dine
But don't wanna bump and grind
There's plenty hoes that wanna bone
So next time we don't get it on
The next time you phone
You gets a dial tone bitch
There's many bitches that's fine as fuck
Tell me how many dicks that they done sucked？ (say what？)
Them pretty bitches that like to suck
No telling, tell me how many niggas they done fucked？ (say
what？)
One to the honey bitch over in the corner
Two to the bitch on the porch
Take 'em to the bathroom
Dick them in the fucking moon
Make 'em 'til their toes rub on this side fuck
What the fuck you want though？
Could it be my back room door wide open
Naw you know that'd make me mad
The cheese in my pocket please for the head on the dash
Koopsta knicca sleeping on the bitch on the weekend weekend
Chorus(x2)
Dj paul：
Hoe get up out my shit!
Ugly bitch i aint wanna fuck your little stanking ass anyway
bitch
Only reason i man motherfucking
Man took your motherfucking ass and babysitted you all night
bitch
'cause my nigga was trying to fuck you
Motherfucking dike ass greedy little ugly drunk
Stanking breath ass bitch
Cigarette smoking ass hoe
Get the fuck up out my car bitch!
(tastes good, tastes good, tastes good...)
5.Die A Soldier
Talking
Chorus-dj paul-(8x)
I'd rather die a soldier
Than nigga live a coward
(lord infamous)
Bullets are spittin' alright
I will let the metal slide
I'm layin wit' late at nite
The hindus state you will die
I know you lay petrified
Cause infamous set you right
Wit' shotguns and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off ignified
The rope round yo' neck is tight
You pop out your fuckin' knives
And that way you'll never cry,never cry
(lachat)
Now nigga how you gonna act like
You didn't fuck up
So accept the fact
How many times you've been warned
It's murder when ya fuck wit' chat
Don't need your sorrow or your pity
Should've thought before you did it
Ash to ash and dust to dust
Ya'll rest in space
You know chat when a motherfucker run on up
Yeah youse a great bitch
Just letting you know got thoughts of red
Oh,no remorse i buck you down wit' da .44
Never see my cowards
I got too much pride to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ？？？
Chorus-8x
(project pat)
Comin' like a duck a
You know i came for trouble
Some thug wit' the crosser
Hollow let a bust a
The hood for da money
Comin' from a junkie
Yo' nose kinda runny
You feel like a mummy
Yo' car gets a crummy
But mine's gettin' phatter
Yo' lips gettin' black a
To me it don't matter
Ya pay whatch owe a
Pla-ya fashoa
True mentality of a ghetto soldier
(t-rock)
Don't never get next to me
Although platinum thuggin' is my pedigree
I calculate my weapons,to killin' is my recipe
Bless it be my militant memphis when in jeapordy
Testin' me i blast him in the opens like sesame
West it be a much bigger man than what they measure me
My mother and my rifle are my only 2 treacheries
Best believe a singular shot you plead heavily
Never breathe i guess a casket was his destiny
Chorus-8x
(crunchy black)
I got a problem
Money dividends gotta solve'em
I heard you niggas they out to rob man
I can't let'em get me bro
I can't let'em get me
No i gotta stand ten toes
I gotta keep a strap on me
I gotta make sure no phone dead catch me cornered
Out here on that streetlife
I'd rather die a soldier than a coward any night
(gangsta boo)
How you wanna do it
How you wanna take it
You gon' wake up naked in the bed wit' satan
Shakin',wakin' up and shit
Bitch i betcha when the tech be pointed at ya
Maybe you will catch a fuckin' bullet
Never pistol platin' never bent
Bitch i'd rather be soldier than a coward any day
Bitch i'd rather smoke a hydro watch my cash flow
Anyway
Call me gangsta,gangsta never fuck me thank ya
If you ain't no man,wit' no cheese and some niggas who
Knew me
(mc mack)
Cm mack contemplating,waiting for another bitch to
Slip
I'm sippin' on the verve
That's where i stay try wit' those pistol grips
I never ever come up short
When it's time to jack a rudypoo
Just place the thangs up to his brain
(gunshot sounds)
Bitch,i'm mc mack,i close yo' shop
Trick you done found out
I'd rather go out like soldoer
Then even fuck off wit' you cowards
Come up on me,run up on me
Nigga like you got some anna
Play that role like you so buck
And kamikaze gonna find ya
They better remind ya
(scanman)
Kamikaze start nigga
Why nigga
Don't play me nigga
I don't give fuck nigga
Test if you wanna nigga
Slugs gonna hit ya nigga
Leave you in a gutter nigga
Police ain't gon' find me nigga
Cause i'm long gone nogga
Should've listen to me nigga
Told ya i'm a testin' nigga
We gon' leave you dead nigga
Called on by the scanman
We be like whatever nigga
Whoop ya kaizie style nigga
If you want us come get us
Come bring it to the camp nigga
All
Hypnotize c-a-m-p posse-4x
6.Don't Make Me Kill
What you boys gon' do (x6)
Wha wha what you
I keep seeing images man it's like i'm locked in a simulator
Apocalypse slayer, i'm the street nigga terminator
Is it in my nature to be another life taker？
Then i ask 'em why home invader？
Strapped with the auto and razor
These days madness, raising havoc
Witness savage, blazing automatics
Ending this a highway traffic
Very graphic
I rob and kick a burglary kidnapping
They think it's just 'bout rapping
But sometimes we get to capping
Niggas snapping
You motherfucking bitches make me bored
Let's go on
If you think the world is really fucking yours
If we must fill the morgue
Then we will fill the morgue
If we must kill these boys
Then we will kill these boys
Let's destroy
All who cross the path
A hypnotize blood bath
Try to reach and grab
You will feel the aftermath
I'm the trial, i'm the da, i'm the lawyer and the judge
If you wanna feel the slugs
Then i let you feel the slugs
Chorus：
Don't make me kill, don't make me kill somebody (x4)
What you boys gon' do (x8)
Aw shit nigga you done pissed me off
Now nigga now it's time for a killing
Buck buck shots blasting
Who i be scan fucking man
＞from the killa klan
Got my thugs from the south
Heavily armed and caused out
Better bring it
When you bring it
Cause if you don't that means you fucked
Cause those killers from the world
Won't hesitate to pop those slugs
Have yo mammies and yo pappys
And yo motherfucking grammies
Fuck yo poppa was because
You too damn greedy with that money
Now i told you don't test
And you did something, pity
You wasn't shit
Blaze something about your motherfucking prints
The patience of this game
You best to learn
Trying to have it all
You gon' fall
We gon' make sure of that
Hoe we gon' make sure of that
Decipher or stress that
Me blasting with my tech
You test
I'll flex
I'll bring the sawed
Three buck shots in your vest
I'm making motherfuckers feel what i feel
This shit is real
Motherfuckers who miss
Consider them graves
Don't make me murder you bitch
Chorus
Get your dogs off me, pimping
It ain't no slipping
I'm running 'em on ya
Mc mack from the killa klan click
Got haters sick
Like they had pneumonia
Free me from this three way junction
Before i proceeding to take his life
And though i had them tear da any thugs from the southside
Ready to blast on site
Weapons blasting nice and fasting
Got you dashing
Spray this boy
Calling up my band of hollywood niggas
Whatever they ready for war
Let's let's make a stain
A stain on the lane
Youngin done hipped me to the game
Bitches choosing out the frame
Is it the fame or is the the cheese？
Hoes be trying to smoke on my weed
And know that mac done broke the laws
Or pay the dues for the things you see
Bitch please break your knees
Get off my chrome and get your own
Carla hit me on my horn
And said your momma aint at home
It's a hypnotize, kamikaze
Prophet posse, like the nazis
You aint with the camp
Wack producers trying to fucking copy
Stop stealing buster nigga
Bitch go check the sound scan
We cashing checks and flipping that
These haters will never learn
Don't make me kill nigga
Chorus
7.Don't Trust 'em
What what x10
(chorus) x4
My nigga told me once don't you trust them motherfuckers
They act like they your thugs but they phoney motherfuckers
You trust no you trust no fucking bitch
Cuz if you trust a fucking bitch you be in the ditch
Oh no you let a hoe
Set you up and now its time to let these hoes know its go
You kick in'z they door you lay them on the floor
You put the gun to they motherfucking forehead bro
Is it fucking come
Is it fucking go
I kill a hoe like i kill a fucking nigga bro
I thought you fucking knew you fucking with the six
You fuck with us we put your body in a fucking ditch
Bitch you done fucked around with the clique
Click a motherfuckers gun sound bitch
We don't trust no hoe
We don't trust no man
We got our own fucking thing don't you understand
Now how the fuck the hoes think they taken something
You take nothing you only taken the fucking drama
Chorus
How could you betray your folk
Haters like you should be smoked
Killed wrapped in plastic body bags cuz your ？
Trick we coming after ya
Death is looking drastical
Strapped up spectacular
Then suck blood like dracula
Best make sure you haven't said
Never hide the evidence
Use to be my nigga now i'm rampaging your residence
Pay my dues down the juice
Stealing what ？
Cuz you ？ back in middle school
What happened to blazing bags
Hanging out and skipping class
Now you in the ？ position bitch you wanna blast
Hating us supieror
Murder your ass now meeting the criteria
Ain't no use in being shamed
Blood on your mirror frame
And that was provided from my ？ a nigga to the brain
I'm deranged born crazed
Shimmey to the turning lane
Couldn't drop this nigga so i took his ass to the game
Chorus
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
How many motherfuckers that i can't trust
I can't trust suckers
I can't trust suckers
And i sure can't trust that nigga that be riding in that back
trunk
And i can't trust my gal
Cuz my gal she snitch
And i can't trust that bitch
Cuz a bitch is a bitch
And i can't trust that nigga that i use to hang with
Cuz that nigga i use to hang with he'll flow like a bitch
And i can't trust chuck
Cuz chuck hear what
Have me walking round here singing shookey like dookey
And i can't trust my ？
Bust out my window and i ？
All over my car
Nigga you know who i am
Rat tat tat is my level
Pushing bodies in bags
Bodies in bag and have your ass walking the procession
Fuck with me my nigga putting bodies in bag
Chorus
8.Drive By
Chorus-2x
Hit the weed
Pass the dough
Mask'em face
Hide the yo
Ride on up
Not too fast
Point the guns
Kill yo' ass
1st verse
I'm a north memphis nigga
My nigga to my last days
And when i'm dead and i'm gone let the blunts blaze
See lifting weights in the pen got me toned up
But fuck the signs
If ya step i hold my chrome up
Don't give a fuck
'bout them niggas that you hangin' wit'
I'm rollin' up
Let this tech start sangin' bitch
I never quit til' you violators take a nap
Pop in yo' car
Blew yo' brains in yo' potnah's lap
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch
A murder charge
See niggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor
You snort a line in yo' mind
Now youse a killa
So pull the trigger so
We can let the dice roll
Dem hollow tips in yo' shit'll leave a nice hole
It's project pat on the track wit' the dope cookin'
And where i'm from
Grown men don't take no ass whoopins
Chorus-2x
2nd verse
Not only weak niggas like to start bullshitta
But in the street couple hollow points will hit ya
I'm watching out for you ones that are sheisty
I'm low on cheese so i might pull a heisty
I know you punk motherfuckers wanna test me
Because yo' bitch like to bow down and bless me
Don't give a damn get yo' mama house shot up
And have her stiff like some crack that's been rocked
Up
You fucked up and now you gotta pay the cost
Cause youse a hoe
And i'm the motherfucking boss
Automatic when i aim you say bye-bye
Yo' family sad you got killed in a drive-by
And to you ones that be talking all that yang,yang
What you gon' do
When that thang's in ya face man
It's project pat wit' that 12 guage strapped ya'll
I blow yo' chest out yo' motherfucking back dawg
Chorus-4x
Pat starts talking over chorus til end
9.Fie It On Up
10.Hoes Can Be Like Niggas
I'm sick and tried of coward bitches taking advantage of me
I told these hoes that i can't go i grip my crown three-eighty
I keep my distance from these bitches cause they are with that
shit
Ain't got no choice these hoes be clicking
Lil chat can't fuck with no bitch
I'd rather kick it by my lonely cause i'm all that i need
I'd rather kick it by my lonely cause i don't share my weed
You see most of these niggas
See they do not know
Gone call lil chat that come with flow that make you kick in
them does
So most of you hoes that be trying to run dope
Fuck'em hong'em by the rope befoe i grab you in a chock
Tossing foties hold up shorty niggsa there ain't no love
Don't give a fuck bout what you say and i don't play with that
bud
I'm hitting a seven on my row cause you can't fuck with a mac
If you fuck up no hesitation i'm gone go get my gat
I got my block i slang my rocks
I'm now busting down them streets
That chick so hot my baby daddy got the vest watching me
(chorus) 2x's
Hoes can be like niggas
And pull triggers mane
Jump up on a girlfriend
Dropping bodies in the river
I said
Hoes can be like niggas
And pull triggers mane
Jump up on a girlfriend
Dropping bodies in the river playa
My everyday race is different places
Yeah i'm about that chedder
When i got my glock my drank and smoke i'm guaranteed to feel
better
A real true thug ass bumping slugs
Ain't got no hoe in my blood
These fake ass bitches throwing falses so i show them no love
Ol' shit tell my why these bitches be bringing me ana
They must don't know where i stay
So strapped on situations i handle
We could be feddy
I be ready to release out these sluggs
You pump your nuts its going down
Bitch you better be strapped up
Hoes you should think before you start
Cause once you start i'm gone finish
I guarantee your so called niggas ain't gone want to get in it
Can't catch me slipping
You fucked up i keep ny nine in my truck
They call me that phyco bitch that't leaving you dead on your
porch
A bad ass bitch that's making sure
I'm teaching all hoes a lesson
Muthafuck a friend
I don't need no friend
My friend is spim'em west'in
Grab that skee mask off my dresser and that rifle to get ya
Just letting you know that i'm the bitch with no decision but
kill ya
(chorus) 2x's
11.Outro
12.Project Hoes
Project project project hoe x4
Bullshitters go for the he say she say
Real niggas go for the lucha leray
Bitch fuck with me and she gotsta pay me
Loot in my hand hoe before you leave me
Go get your fuck on cuz that dont phase me
Lame niggas let that will drive them crazy
Hoes see a playa pulling up screaming save me
If i gotta weak mind the cap will slave me
High off that weed smoke i'ze kinda hazy
Can't work no job man i'ze kinda lazy
Hoes' fuckin other hoes' that don't amaze me
Hoes' breakin other hoes' my kinda lady
Shit you can suck a dick you still my bitch though
Long as you get the cheese and bring it pronto
Don't talk about us we on the lo lo
Try to copy the keys to his front and his back door
Chorus：
Ain't no money come nigga gettin that hoe money
Like ？ on that blow money
Universal hoes i meet
My grade in my city streets
You should see her jaws
If you think the nile rivers deep
Can't no other mouth compete
Costin me the richest peek
Techniques of the tounge unique
Take me over flow this freak
Of this game my dick can love
Never do this shit in public
Now shes chewin on it like a 5 piece chicken nugget
Gettin rugged late at night
If its free the price is right
Shes the type to be tha dyke
Until the second cummer cries
You can't change just let her be
She gets over ？ love the sex
More than shop fanatics love the shoppen spree
The dyke my hoe don't have to pee
Long as she just let me see
Her companion eat her out
A porno scene ？
A playa mix hidiously like a bitch
Take a check and leave her at the bank and find a date to get
Savage like a cherokee
Split the ？ head and leave
Bonen hoes whose x-rated
Evil like the pharasies
Chorus
Shit drop it off chop it off
Shit i'm trying to make my ends
All about my hustle stackin kenedys and benjamins
Nigga how you figga that lil chat be with that playa shit
Got me fucked up nigga now you fuckin with the right bitch
Sad cuz you can't fake it or relate it to the game you layin
Cuz i'll be so chiefed man talking about shit get about your
playin
Yea i love you boo i love to feel your tongue between my ass
But i love you more because you break me off with dope and cash
Shit i gotta have it wanna grab it you can't touch me hoe
You can taste me trick ain't got no problems if you got that
dough
Satisfaction what you lackin cuz i stay about my mackin
Plus when we be fuckin i be thinkin bout the cheese i'm stackin
Yea i be a hoe for that dough ain't no fuck for free
All about that fatty is whatever ain't no stoppin me
Feelin isn't good i'm given tender love and plenty care
Nigga's think you pimpin me lil chat your fuckin nightmare
Chorus
13.Rinky Dink Records
14.We 'bout To Ride
{dj paul：talking}
Yeah nigga
The mother fuckin two time two time motherfuckin champions in
this bitch
I got another motherfuckin gold plaque on the wall now nigga
Now tell me what you think about that look me in my eyes
And tell me nigga bitch bitch bitch bitch hoe hoe hoe nigga
{juicy j}
(background mixed through various parts of whole song)
Drop em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast you'll be flying
{crunchy black}
We bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools
(x2)
{dj paul}
Like thisssssssssss
Now in my city its so real in my city its so fake
Got some niggas that's gone play got some niggas that gone hate
Got some niggas that's gone dis the treal niggas on the tape
But them the ones who want the streets so they start to
evaporate
That's why them niggas ain't around no more
Cause them niggas could sell no more
Without the hypnotize or the prophet nigga you is no more
Got plaques up on my walls
Got twenties on my cars
Keep coming like you coming and i'm gonna show you
I ain't fucked up bout no charge nigga
{juicy j}
Can you niggas feel my pain
Catch me standing in the rain
Holding on a rusty 2
Bout to act a fuckin fool
Is the 6 the devil though
Make you wanna powder your nose
Have you smoking hydro weed
Satisfaction guaranteed
Bucking wild and throwing signs
Knowing these niggas done loss they minds
Blame it on coriddy and ooh
When we cock them thangs and shoot
Thinking somebody had seen my face
Now i'm gonna catch a murder case
Just gonna beat him round for round and leave him in the river
We bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools
(x4)
{dj paul： talking}
Hahaha y'all niggas still don't understand
Nigga look around motherfucker look the fuck around you
And see who you see nigga all you see is me
Hypnotized c-a-m-motherfuckin-p bitch
Come on come on keep it coming keep it coming keep it coming
{project pat}
So you wanna try a
Nigga with the nine-a
Creep up from behind ya
Like the macarena
Shoot ya in your spine-a
Strap ya like a minor
Patch out your hizead
Slug bloody rized
Staying on the low low
Hating that's a no no
Duck taping trick up
In the trunk you go go
You gonna shake and shiver
Pain i deliver
Kidnapping fools throw they body in the river
{koopsta knicca}
Let get this on
You think i just piss off them fuckin sluts then a
The streets auto traffic gonna fuck you up but now
I had to tremble quick cause he bump with it
Got some midgets in my clizick now i'm pimping bitch
My friends have brand new teams
Twenties hundred ain't she motherfuckin funny
North memphis come we catching everything and money
Home at night keep my motherfuckin eyes open
Cause last night i'm dealing with the fedz in the corner store
{crunchy black}
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
I locked em in the trunk
And dropped they bodies off
See cash in b.z. you get that sawed off funk
Point to your head and then left someone dead
Then try that with thugs and be half out your head
See messing with me is like messing with the fedz
See messing with me is like being halfway dead
Most niggas don't walk my path i done already laid
Put 2 in the gun and flex so i won't be in that resting place
{lord infamous}
Don't make me get ignorant, feel the incisions
I shall make fragments, daggerous dragon
Poison and lashes, 2000 hazardous
Can you imagine, me with the magnum
Fire breathing dragon, blow away the ashes
What the fuck happen, torture and trap them
Satan is digging, scarecrow premonition
The world is ending, please make a decision
{lachat}
Mayn fuck that shit
Go get that bitch and throw her ass in my trunk
That infrared net be getting her head
She make more sounds and she dumped
Where the fuck the evidence bitch
Only heat for my witness
You think i'm playing what you saying
Lachat ain't bout her business
I tote my glock i keep it cocked
The .38 slug for a nigga
Could be my brother husband cousin
Fuck him i pull the trigger
Got no remorse wont sympathize
Ain't got no love in my soul
Don't fuck with me know who i be
Lachat that murdering hoe
{t-rock}
I got him running from my slugs wrath
Niggas get they mugs snapped
Licking shots from plastic glocks
You marinate in blood baths
Ignorance leave my manner
Silently concealed with anna
Hoe i pugulize your skull
And split it with the snipers scanner
Insert the capping glock
Gunpoint faster props
Lock and load like master lock
And hit you for an aftershock
I'm a snake so meet your fate
Compensate the paper chase
Triple 6 is running shit
Corroborate and we make you wait
{lil pat}
You's out there thinking we just bullshittin
About this shit gone whined up being
The very motherfucker with they wig split
Laying there in the corner
That you cant just see me come out of
Now you think a nigga still playing
Bitch what's up cuz
Like i always said
I'm gonna tell you once and ain't no more
I think i done made it clear enough
About how these ballers like the road
I ain't you hoe
Lil p don't mess with me when i get good and crunk
Or you gonna find yourself locked in the fuckin trunk
{juicy j}
(background mixed)
Drop em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast you'll be flying
15.We Ain't Playin'
16.What's Going On
17.Who Run It
Dj paul：
Who run it (x15)
Chorus：dj paul (4x)
These bitches ain't runnin'(runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
Dj paul：
These niggaz got plenty ammo, but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm bustin' out of these cars, got the hoes on the run
I'm hearin' plenty of words, but ain't no actions to boot
We can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin' and
movin'
We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of
this rain
I can pop your chest, blast the glock, or pop your jaw diamond
ring
Bitch don't hate me hate the bank, or snatch the g's that i take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims i rotate
See people flip when i'm comin', got some of 'em sick at the
stomach
They wonder what i brought in, they wonder what i got comin'
Niggaz i'm comin' like this, off in your mouth like a bitch
Test me when you think i'm in, i'm bringing water, i'll start it
Juicy j：
What's this
It's that player that you love to hate, always see come out the
bank
Always have to mention my name, when you high on that drank
Catch you with this boy you can't, cause you know i'm holdin'
rank
When you see the platinum rolex with the ice it make you faint
Through the streets now have you heard, out the mafia droppin'
birds
Runnin' from the nazi cops, tossin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel
If you wanna punk me out, pop these niggaz in they grill
Chorus： dj paul (2x)
Crunchy black：
I can't take any more, i'm bout to explode
I'm bout to overload, i'm bout to kill boy
All i wanna know is where the g's at, where the ki's at
Keep it easy, you don't want to get speedy
All on this muthafuckin' boo, nigga boo
Get on your back so we can get up soon
Stab you in your heart with a hard fucking poon
Nigga boo, nigga boo
Lord infamous：
Scarecrow's on it, i'm still hungry, stoppin' for a platinum
supper
Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass set'll be eating
rubber
Casue if they skit-skat, gun 'em all down, even ghost towns
Splish-splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round
Ball bat, bash him in his back, beatin' bitches down
Battle like blaze from the cross, that he never found
Catch a close encounter from the anarchism of these a-bombs
Chemical reaction cause the venom shot in to his arm
Chorus： dj paul (3x)
Gangsta boo：
Here we go, all you weak ass hoes
In my face like you my friend
Triple six dropped in again, time to make ends
Dope game , my game, hoes lame, it's a shame
How that gangsta boo is runnin' the click up on you bitches man
Fat cat, what i be, packin' how you love that
Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at
(blap, blap) we dare them to stack it for 10 g's
(where you from？) black haven is where i be on my p's
Koopsta knicca：
Parents beware, watch out for your children
This the one that'll lock 'em in the basement
Some of them talkin' so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa
Cause the fuckin' all my niggaz, koopsta tryin' to tell ya
somethin'
Peter-peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by koopsta knicca
Lord, i done some sins, cause she married, but i don't know that
nigga
Figured he is a killa, so he figures he'll watch us fuckin'
Put them muthafuckin' slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh my
Chorus： dj paul (til fade)
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