[Intro] Lil Wyte talkin...
Yeahh!
The one and only Lil Wyte baby!
(The one and only mothafucka)
I'm back!
(Yeah!)
Yall mothafuckas thought I over dosed and shit...
Thought ya boy was dead man
I ain't gone no where pimpin'
(No sir)
I've been chillin'
(Chillin!)
Makin plenty money
Smokin plenty of that good good
(Yes sir)
Keepin' it real
(Bay Area)
Still be in the hood
(This for you baby!)
Still fuck wit tha 6
Hypnotize Minds!
[Verse 1 Lil Wyte]
Mothafucka my name is Lil Wyte
breakin out the frame supertight
I got some to say and I might
express myself clearly damn right
Cuz I've been makin this music and
I've been getting this cheese
All these record companies still doubt me
but one of these days they gon see
Me standin on the top lookin down
I dont need your handouts right now
Im at the top of my game
with connections to shut you out
And Im with Hynotized Minds
And I fuck the Therapy
A-sizzle, White Boyz,? and my big homie Big-E
And I forget about gettin green
????????
This years my year 2007
And Im gunna dominate the scene
I got some real shit up my sleeve
I got some good kush in my lungz
I got that brown liquor in my stomach
And acid drops on my tounge...
Yeah!!!
Samples and Scratches till fade
-Chorus- *2x*
All I wanna do is smoke my dro, bitch,
Sit on the couch get high, get throwed, bitch,
Or in the car, windows cracked, gettin loaded,
I'm representin everybody out there smokin..
-Verse 1- [Lil Wyte]
Roll it up, fire it up, chief it up, I'm ready to get fucked up,
Soon as I get control of the dro, I'm ready to feel the stuff,
Light green marijuana, been tellin me how it wanna,
Go get up with a Swisha, split the middle, and bone her,
I feel that I should get at least one commercial from King Edward,
I been smokin these blunts so long and look where my future's headin,
I feel that dro work like Wheaties to rappers that are intelligent,
Smoke you one, and hit the mic, the rest of the shit is irrelevent,
A lot of shit's happened since the last time you heard my album,
And I ain't talkin about no acid, oxycontins, or valiums,
I'm talkin about my sells, all the shit I've seen, and the green I've smoked,
I'll be goin back to California, but for now I quote..
-Chorus- *2x*
-Verse 2- [Dirt Bag]
Smoke like a Jamaican,
Wildly reefer I'm cravin,
I know I should be savin,
But I'm blazin, I'm blazin,
Feelin like I'm amazin,
Mary keepin me phasin,
Sometimes I mix it with girly girly just for the tastin,
Just a scoop and a half of onion and you be spacin,
Miami boy with that Dade County lacin,
Dirt Bag and Lil Wyte, you damn right,
Hypnotize Minds epidemically keep it hype,
Buckle up and catch flight,
I could take you to the stars,
Where is the bud?
It's in the car,
Ohhh my God,
Different flavors and colors,
And I'm smokin em all by the blunt, mother fucker..
-Chorus- *2x*
(Hook 2x)
im the drunkest(wat) highest wat) crunkest(wat) toughest(wat) buckest(wat)roughest(wat) motherfucker in here the rawest(wat) hardest(wat) wildes(wat) smartest(wat) coldest(wat) tightest(wat) motherfucker in here
(verse1)
you can step the fuck up off uv me (bitch)
I dun already told you u aint stoppin me (bitch)
we killers from the camp that got the back uv me (bitch)
you shooda known I waz part of the family (bitch)
before im bout to roc the fuckin industry (bitch)
and plus im reppin memphis tennissee (bitch)
and I aint givin up until im seven feet (bitch)
yes i said seven thatz one more deeper see (bitch)
yall realy do not know watz about to approach (bitch)
Ill kill ya quicker then a some rake could kill a roach (bitch)
Im harder then your dick wen it rub genst the panties (bitch)
could giv a fuck if I dont ever see a grammy (bitch)
im gon keep rocin only wat i know and see (bitch)
and wat I see I write it down and then begin to speak (bitch)
you have no fuckin reason to be hatin me(bitch)
but i guess aggrivation jus come wit bein me (bitch)
(Hook 2x)
(Verse 2)
I woke up early twist tha blunt up (bitch)
stumblin from the night before still fuked up (bitch)
couldnt tell ya wat i did in the last 24 (bitch)
weed xanex and syrup yea im on the floor (bitch)
but dont think that wont stop your jaw from gettin broke (bitch)
I got a bunch uv killers that be on the fuckin scope (bitch)
and plus my killers came wit .44s aimed at ur throat (bitch)
you aint got no time to run and you already know (bitch)
your heart took a pause wen wyte walked in tha door (bitch)
the hoes pussy got moist wen i began to flow (bitch)
and know the subject matter in hands i cop up wit mo (bitch)
the louder i spit my style the crowd will larger grow (bitch)
the bigger the crowd gets the more the money flows (bitch)
the bigger pockets in rocin gon make me giv ya mo (bitch)
I got a destination in life and know thatz for sho (bitch)
infactuated wit music good drugs and fuckin hoes (bitch)
(Hook 2x)
(verse 3)
the name iz lil wyte and ima set ya strate (bitch)
you fuckin wit me you fuckin witn the bay (bitch)
greusome consequences repeat wat you say (bitch)
molded myslef now how could you have made (bitch)
left it all bloody wen i stepped off the stage (bitch)
murdered tha mic and then went out on a rage (bitch)
slicin' n dicin' these rappers headz wit blade (bitch)
your musics amusing but i am not amazed (bitch)
my skill had been sheltered almost like I been caged (bitch)
I been skipped over once and turned to another page (bitch)
like these other dummies that got dropped off this lable (bitch)
Im not gon let this money have me snorttin off the table (bitch)
but im gon make it snappy for approval if im able (bitch)
this here iz not a lie story a fib or even a fable (bitch)
with HCP and lil wyte a perfect combination (bitch)
the crunkest wildest toughest motherfuckers in the nation (bitch)
(Hook 2x)
smoke a blunt, get drunk, hit a line of that funk,
now you fallin` up in the spot and you thinkin` that you crunk,
you ain't crunk, yous a punk, and I'ma show you that tonight
all it takes is one killer to step and we can start a fight
in the middle of the club, bitch wasup we can do this shit
security ain't gonna jump in the way because they scared of this
implantin` this into ya brain so you know the next time you cross the line
again it's standin` full of sin when you fuck wit the boss
biggest,badest,roughest motha` fucker, but ya still a bitch
I'm comin` in crunker than the others for the fuck of it
liquor bottles hit ya harder than some syrup when ya slum
have ya shakin`, fakin`, body achin` by the time I'm done
legally this isn't right but ask me if I give a shit
peacefully I'll read your rights and have you beggin` me to quit
hit ya weed and liquor or whatever else it takes to jump
just remember, just cause you fucked up it doesn't mean your crunk,
chorusx2: I know you strapped, but you cowards like to play hard
and knowin that you don't wanna catch a murder charge,
see butsters like to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line,
in ya mind now yous a killer
Talking:damn man goddamn paul man you might have to slow this motha` fucker down a
little bit man I'm on that syrup man I'm high and I'm drunk man you need to
slow down
Verse 2: I'm not scared of you just cause you came in actin` a damn fool
runnin` lip talkin` shit, bet you wouldn't without ya tool
now ya hard very hard ballin` down the boulevard, pissy pants doin` ya dance
I'm behind ya in a faster car, weak as water so is yo mama, father and ya
faculty, quickly sauder up yo lips so you can't trip or speak of me
watch me creep up from the back wit gats and pick you off by ones, had to
repaint the walls wit ya while ya smokin on ya blunt,hate to be the one to show you that drugs kill and thats a fact,but I love that I am the one who put the bullet in your back, next time when you step
to the plate come back and just let it rip, stead of bitchin` out I thought
you crunk, you ran back to ya whip, holy ghost is up in ya when you see me you fade
away, makin` fun of all you cowards powered by a pack of bay
hopefully one day you'll find out in the end you just a bitch
until then just keep on drinkin` smokin` snortin` up some shit
chorusx2...fade out
[Chorus x2]
Im a' blast on a hater
and worry bout it later
got heatas in my hand
Masked up like Darth Vader
I dont wanna rap
i let my guns do the talkin
i dont wanna rap
i let my guns do the talkin
[verse 1 - lil wyte ]
now i dont tote around
or even talk to you chumps
i eat,sleep,get high
and even walk with this pump
you cross me wrong one time
one times to many
i got about a thousand rounds
and ill pop off plenty
and i know youngstas in the hood
that will pop for penny's
so fo a hundred bones youll wash up
on that banks of the sippi.
and they virginity they ain't been takin
but they take what shorty like
now he on his way upstate
they gave a shorty life
thats what i mean when i say
we'll worry bout it later
he didnt think he just went out
and blasted at him a hata.
lifes too short to not be out here
chasin that papa. thats why I'm out here
masked up in all black like Darth Vader
[chorus x 2 ]
[verse 2 - lil wyte ]
now if you see me in the streets
dont think i wont do sometin crazy
walk up with this 380 put it right to ya baby
i got kids and i know that could be the worse thing i could do
if anyone takes some beef that far there really meanin business foo
so just cooperate and dont make a sudden move
one wrong word could leave some bullets up in you
im so gangsta bitch dont even get me twisted
you got pastel pills and your brain could get evicted
and we dont fuck around in the gritty grimy great city of Memphis
we known for three thangs barbecues, good music and pimpin
if you make your way down here
make sure your strapped when you out walkin cuz
we dont rap around out here
we let our pistols do the talkin
[chorus x 2 ]
We ain't playin' (hell naw) we ain't playin' (hell naw)
We ain't playin motherfucker we ain't playin' (hell naw)
Alright, I got a bunch problems throbbing in my noggin that ain't stopping me
You pooping slugs from your glock on your block I'm staring killing sprees
I'm 23's you 17's on vogues you can't weigh up to me
You flex on me but really it's that hate driving incorrectly
I'm on the road get the fuck up out my way I'm coming hoe
You thinking we playing with the words we saying
We ain't playing for all who didn't know
Keeping it real I'm laughing at cha' I ain't laughing with cha'
I'm glad to get your full attention comprehension listen to my opposition
Make some money fuck the honeys twist a blunt and pass it to me
Got no time no weak rhymes so when I write it comes out ebonics
That's the way it's gotta be dirty south to vow with me
Suddenly thousand miles per hour Renzo's on and out of me
Ain't hit my peak but I'll keep climbing til' my lungs give out on me
Won't take my seat but I'll keep standing flaming til' you feel the heat
Competition is what the world revolves around so know the score
I'm man the lil mo tasting your plate fuck it we ain't playing hoe
You ain't scared we ain't scared so let's take this out the doe
Got your unit let's go do it I ain't got no time for hoes
Think we playing we ain't playing and we can do this 10 on 4
With all this animosity around me I'm about to explode
And if I blow it's for show the outcome is gonna be crucial
Feeling neutral and if you say I'm useful and that truthful
Bringing it brutal every time pass the fucking mic to
Then your soul and giving music that's you guarantee to like it
Ain't no stopping there nothing but air and opportunity every where
Stop and stare or just take a peek at all that isn't fair
Think I care yes sir cause all this shit is effecting me
I'm gone keep on speaking my mind until these folks start respecting me
Neglecting me no more taking that motherfuck what cha' say
Tough as nails growing up in mempho living in the bay
Mady Gray pick the rapping yes this nigga had to write
No more joking legally roasting you up on track is tight
I got a million categories on my shit to do list
And plus my anna that's been bottled building up through out this
It's gone combine with the bad and the goods gone get great
Be sad that you ain't make this far I can't help it that is fake
And plus my legacy been charted through untraveled planet
My prophecy got me to where I be I know you can't stand it
My shit be slamin' like orgasms jamin' up in your throat
Open up your read this vowels so you can get a breath fo' you choke
I'm bout to give it like some stitches doctors place in sessions
Bring up nothing but some fucking pain on every thang that I'm given
And I got no love for them haters tryin to stop what I'm doing
This shit goes on I rap po long and bet's believe I'm pursuing
A higher ground on lert and that's so hard cause man ain't got wings
See every one on nursery puppets dancing round on strings
You got to grab life by it's neck and rip it's bones out of socket
YEAH YEAH YEAH U HAVE JUST WITNESSED THE LIL.WYTE ALBUM DOUBT ME NOW (DOUBT ME NOW TAKING PLACE OF SUM OF THOSE BUSTA'S I GOT RID OF WORD 2 THE WISE BE4 WE GET IN 2 THIS WETHER U A DOPE DEALER A RAPPER PRODUCER BEFORE U TRY 2 CROSS THE PERSON WHO PUT U ON GO BACK AND TAKE A LOOK AT SUM OF THOSE PICTURES OF U IN THOSE DIRTY ASS CLOTHES AND THINK WIOULD I BE IN DA SAME PLACE IF IT WASN'T FOR THESE FOLKS FAGET'S BUT NEWAYZ THE PROJECT PAT ALBUM OUT NOW
[DJ Paul sample]
bustin with that 45 make them bitches back it up, back it up [repeat 4X]
[Verse 1]
I'm 5 foot 8, from the Bay, white as fuck and do not play
If you want me, come and get me, Fraiser Drive is where I stay
Won't you come on down my way, I hope that you ain't afraid
You won't even need the numbers 'cause we posted every day
On the corner or in my front yard where we smoke marijuana
Sit back, wait on the police to ride by and stare so we can dog'em
Know wha I'm sayin, they can't fade us, so what the fuck you think you gon do?
We HCP, clicked up with the rest of the world and yes we deep foo
You don't wanna end up an example of what we would to to haters mayne
Victimz have said that we bring the pain and witnesses that we all the same
I don't wanna stress on otha shit that y'all been constantly questionin
Shit that I'm preachin come from people teachin
The shit that I remember so deep within
And when I get to where I'm gonna be in my successful life
I'ma look down at y'all haters in disgrace 'cause I done took my flight
And when I get ready shine in that stage of my life
I'ma make sure all y'all haters remember me and I'm gon allrigh
[Chorus]
So many haters in this world they wanna see us fall
We have no love for none of you bustaz, I said none of y'all
I know you see me everyday, I'm posted on the wall
I'm gonna continue to mash and always standin ten toes tall
So many haters in this world they wanna see us fall
We have no love for none of you bustaz, I said none of y'all
I know you see me everyday, I'm posted on the wall
We gonna continue to mash and always standin ten toes tall
BITCH!
[Verse 2]
Keep'em breathin, leave'em bleedin, boy this is not haters season
This the reason for them beefin, all the rest is just some treason
I got nina's, I got rifles, I got fully auto's too
You get one I will get five and everyone will come for you
This the truth, I got problems in my life and that'z a fact
But that don't give you one right to jump in my shit and holla back
With a different brain, simple thangs, keep me on a different plane
Bizness mayne, with pleasure to settle by an open flame
Plently change will be excepted, but plus I want the fame
Know my name and disrespect it but it will stay the same
Down the drain, knowin for me I have to be workin thangz
Love the game, wanna retire but when I'm 80 mayne
Mary Jane all in my system but yet I still maintain
I'm insane, so hard to hide it but still I can't complain
I got killaz takin good care of ya, leavin plenty stainz
With the shovel I'm gonna bary yo mangled up remainz
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Talk about these hatin lil boys, carryin they toys but they small dawg
Put yo 22 under my 5-0 cal and I'ma get rawed dawg
Ain't no need to stall dawg, I'ma blow up on all y'all
Racin across the nation to yo crib, I ??
Now we about to stop, now the road about 2 blockz
Reachin yo house wit two glockz, got in yo house wit 2 knockz
Came to the door in Reebok's, joggin pants wit no sockz
Run up them steps actin like you won't get caught but break them door lockz
Situations gettin mixed, ? yo boy got in some shit
Crossed the wrong one, he found out he didn't know who he was fuckin wit
Wyte, backed up by Triple Six
In the next year don't fuck wit this
Fraiser, bound, and youngsta, *Hyptonized* is how I'll leave ya bitch
Blastin back wit competition, stainin on y'all fuckin hoez
Leavin incision pushin some pimpin righ up out the do'
Hate me now, hate me later, it's all good I gots to go
So many haters up in my world, couldn't count'em on my handz and toez
Haters Talkin But Haters Aint Walkin
Into This Fuckin Fire
These Haters Aint Walkin Into This Fire
Slap That Sucka Bitch
Slap That Sucka Bitch
Slap That Sucka im gay
Slap That Sucka
Yeah They Call Me Lil Wyte
Im Back Out On The Grind
Im Drinkin Everyday
Im Smokein On Some pine
I Gotta Do It Big Until The Day I Die
You Cool Wit Me In My Face But A Hater In disguise (What)
You Can Git slapped down
When Im In Yo Town
Poppin Off Some Rounds
When Im On That crown
We Usually Pull Up Slow Wit Lights Off An Guns Drawn
Everything About To Go You Aint No Hood Good So Go Home
Take It Easy They Dont Want Shit Except Ya Life
Theyll Even Take A Small Bribe Some Coke An Ya Wife
You Shoulda Thought About Sercomstances Repercusions And Consequensis
But Ya Diddnt Now Ya Swimmin Somewhere In Tha Mississippi.
I Aint Gon Nowhere I Been Chillin In The Same Cut
Smokin On The Same Blunt
Feelin On Tha Same Butts
Still Fuck Wit Tha Six Still Roll Wit Some Killers
Still Hang Wit A Big Click An Kick It Wit Drug Dealers
So What Ya Wanna Do
I Can Have Ya Whole Crew
Hogtied buried alive Undaneath The Swimmin Pool
But No Im Not An Evil Dude
Fact Im Pretty Fuckin Humble
400 Thousand Records Independet Cant My Stomache Bubble
An Im Jus Gettin Started Pimpin
You Aint Seen Retarded Pimpin
Fuck It Ill Be Modest To be Im The Fuckin Hardest Pimpin
I Can Spit It Hard This Year Yet Horrific At The Same Time
Can kill ya Bring ya To Life And Get Ya high Wit The Same rymes.
OK u ask me how i do it i call it White Boy Magic
Im Not The Only One wit it I Jus Flash it wit A Passion
I Been missin in action but Now Im Back White Rappers Betta Duck And Hide
And For All The Haters I Have Arived So Guard Ya Grill And adjust ya Eyes
Smoke On Keep Cheefin
I Aint Tryin To Ruin Ya Weekend
But Ill Fuck Ya Mother and Show You The Real Meanin Of Beefin
I Been Grindin while you whinin
I Be Shinein Like A Diamond
You thaught this dirt would still be worthless if i was a realter buildin dollars
But Keep Ya Head Up I Wasnt Tryin To Destroy Ya Dreams
Like Katt Wiliams Said Its All Good Pimpin U Can Hate on me
The More U Talk The More It Lets Me Know I Walk
I Do It Fly
Chorus:
bald head hoes, i see some bald head hoes, erry where i go i see some bald head hoes. Bald head hoes, i see some bald head hoes, gossipin' talkin' shit bald head hoes.~x2~
Verse 1 :
sicc and tired of these bald head hoes ole funky ass hoes, get my number then stop playin on my muthafuccin phone, if you like my music bump that shit dont try to get in my business. keep my name up out yo topics if they involved in gossipin'.i got my own life, most of yall news is rumors. tryin to get me and my girl in a mix but yall cant do shit to us. i rise above the jealousy and then take a vacation to a place where blue water and sand is half the population. then come bacc and have to hear it all over again. but that's ok the studio's here and plus i got my pen. bacc to bald headed hoes, cause that's the way it goes. to the one's that wear the same outfit everytime they go to court. bitch get a fuccin job, hoe get a fuccin crib, go get yourself some hair implants, better yet a fuccin wig. they need some life straightnin', they keep procrastination, maybe Dr. Phill should do a show on bald headed hoes that's hatin'.
(Chorus) ~x2~
Verse 2 :
I gotta get my hair done at the spot. Cuz i cant be walkin up in no beauty shop. them hoes be in there talkin all that goss. bout all the hoes and the cars they heard i got. cuz see i'ma low key man to begin with, dont dress classy but i'm bangin' these classy chiccs, if i want shit. i'ma A big nigg even without the setts. nappy head bitch keep your record out my mesh.
Verse 3 :
hoe you got me fucced up askin foe a checc. i need to call terminex i think i got a pest. i need to tote a bigger gun and probably wear a vest. to fight off all these gold diggin gobbers on the set. so you dont want me to use a rubbeeerrr. but i heard you's a freak under covveerr. they call you Mrs. yeast. man just fucced heerr...real name ( wokk wokk ) she's a slutterrr. But it's all good it's the juice man, from the north i got so much cheese i dont need a hoe.
(Chorus) ~x2~
later dad
i might be late to pick you guys up,
why do you have a job interview today daddy,
no honey i.....i probley be way too drunk,
ahh..thats good we don't want you drinking and driving,
ohh..ill be driving....ill just be way too shit faced too remember to pick you
guys up.
[Lil Wyte - Talking]
Wassup with y'all?
I'ma take this time right now, to thank the men, Paul and Juicy
for making all this possible you know what I'm sayin'?
When you comin' from the bay, alot of things don't seem like they can't happen in life
You just gotta put effort into it, you know what I'm sayin'?
H.C.P we fixin' to rock this, we did it again, you know what I'm sayin'?
[Crunchy Blac]
Let me tell you a lil' somethin' real
Around here a nigga tryina get them a meal
Climb that hill like jack and jill
But when I need to climb a nigga still keep it real
Fuck they way you other nigga feel
I'ma put a bullet in ya ass fo real
So push on nigga cause you'll never get a deal
Fuckin' with us yeah you'll get cha self killed
Get cha self killed
[Fraysier Boy]
Suckers run up to get beat down
Never in the public unless I got my fucking heat round
Niggaz got some problems leave you bitches underneath ground
Oh no you niggaz didn't think a muthafucka weak now
Niggaz tryina chill I ain't with that fuckin' cross shit
Fraysier Boy'll leave yo pussy ass in the trunk bitch
Hypnotize Minds muthafucka ya we done this
Prayin' I don't have to kill a nigga over dumb shit
[Lord Infamous]
Lord Infamous the mercendary lethal lyrical butcher
Mafia so general gang member and pusher
Livin' legend in Memphis hood project is slum
Fresh hit a (blay) then you hear the spray from the tommy gun
Body goes numb and ya eye lids close
From the lead over dose when I split cha kinda low
Cause my trigger finger only do nothing but squeeze
I'ma shoot ya bitch ass everywhere but under your feet
[DJ Paul]
I swear alot of niggaz blame me for shit I ain't got shit to do with
Nigga show it and prove it
I always heard my CD wasn't big enough for a royce
but I ain't believe until we bought a couple of them hoes
When you was style you gotta watch what you do
Cause niggaz look for the smallest reasons to point fingers at you
They want so bad for somebody to come up over the 6
You better hurry up boy I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH
[Juicy J]
Juicy J yes I'm that nigga
Smokin' all the weed and I'm drankin' all the liquor
A nigga always strapped I gots to get mine
Nigga tell yo bitch quit waistin' my time
Fuck these wanna be thugs ain't never did crime
Nigga workin' for the feds and droppin' them dimes
I don't fuck with you bitches don't mess with yo kind
You can stay on yo corner and sniff on yo line (NIQQA)
[DJ Paul - Talking]
You better hurry the fuck up if your going to do what I did nigga
Plaqs all over the muthafuckin' place, movies
uthafuckin' houses every muthafuckin' where
You better hurry up
And to you bitch ass niggaz supporting them you better
super muthafuckin' hurry up and help these niggaz out
Cause when somebody do take my muthafuckin' place
you muthafuckas going to be to muthafuckin' old to see it bitch
hurry the fuck up nigga
[Lil Wyte]
I woke up early to see the sunrise right across from outta of my eyes
Let me see these haters clearly whenever I stop down the drive by
I am a dramatic, most static addict, a rehab with automatic
doubt me now I made it, phinally phamouse bout to let you have it
This is not a game kin fold game not playin' with ya
Gotta brang the slangs ??? ??? ain't gone paint yo picture
Some of the story we can tell it's just bout a communication
The shit you take turn the head all over the nation
I been waitin' for vacations and the money that I'm makin'
Muthafuckas hatin' now that I'm on they times
Waisted I'ma do it for the bay and for my children and the war
And let these non believers know that we all been here before
Reality don't exsist like ??? dream, quote, Johnny Wide miss him bad may he rest in peace
A livin' legend is what ya lookin' at and will now crown
If nobody else does I will make sure Memphis is standing out
2 door cut with flippy flop on the paint
looking like a bag of skittles that will make you wan't to faint
eyes cocked ass drop when pulled up on the set
people scard to touch my car like they might fall in and get wet
I can't keep my whip in sun for so long cause it might melt like a pack
of starburst on a summer day sitting on the shelf
I got to get her out
get her high
take her out for a ride
hopefully tonight I won't commit vehicular homicide
my cutless is clean as a fuckin whistle
Paul, and Juicy both told me I better pack pistols
pistols plural for the one's of those who do not know
I gon let these bitches rip the bay and try to take my hoe
2 door cut with flip the flop like (ridin down the street smokin weed getting high)
2 door cut with flip the flop like (woooooooooooo man that fool clean)
cheech and chong up in smoke and dice on mirria
2007 cadalac space age interior
4 Pioners 4 ways across the back dash
4 12's when I come thru I'm gon break glass
and thats just the beginning
I ain't got into the engine
fuckin with gray steerin wheels I'm gripin white pearl pimpin
It's on italian leather just as icey as my soljas
pictured on the white pearl gas pedal belive I told ya
and ain't doja on me when I ride make me a blunt
aint tryin to be nobodys police when I creep the cut
they got enough on me already they don't need my car
If they won't me so bad they can find me standin in my yard
It's time to talk about the muscle in this perfect creation
brand new chevy blocked and it's chromed out it will block conberation
a set of double hard heads shift kit and a kaft
flowed out with a pair of dogs hanging out the ass
brain gon and my hair blowin doin a buck 4
wow hoe if you in the road
better move yo ass out the path fast
before yo ass have to feel
20 inch spinner and 22 hundred pounds of steel
I'm a good driver but can get reckless on purple leana
pedal to the metal might hit ya and never even seen ya
take my word I put 15 G's into these souls
Well, I been trippin' for 10 hours on 3 hits of liquid microdot
(I'm on acid, acid)
Gettin' chased around the car by some midgets in the parking lot
(I'm on acid, acid)
Eatin' doritos through a tree, a million spiders after me
(I'm on acid, acid)
I'm runnin' around havin' a fit on myself, I'm about ta shit
(I'm on acid, acid)
Can you imagine feelin' all calm
Then all of the sudden, your fingers get numb?
Knees start freezin', what is the season?
Where we at? And why we leavin'?
Trees are shrinkin', turnin' plants ta roots
And roots back inta seeds
And clowns are changin', comin' at me
Different directions, now I'm freakin'
Hoe's are rakin', body shakin', Mane, I thought it was some crack
Called the fire department, told 'em I had a flame upon my back
This shit's crazy, plus enable, raisans dancing on the table
There's the horse, we got a horse, yeah we do and I seen the stable
Quit yo flaugin', I ain't flaugin', got a beat in who ya talkin' to
I'm talkin' to you, talkin' to me
Listenin' 'cause I have you and I have to
Be kinda smart to even catch that
I might be trippin' but the pimpin' grippin' gatta spit that
With no expectancy I made a party from a rivalry
Accidently, kicked then tripped the beef when he had ran by me
Fuck police, we gon' sanish this trick too well
As the 50 shot of purple microdot, you will be gone a week
20-20 vision blur and can't even feel the syrup
(I'm on acid, acid)
I can smoke a pound of dro, drink myself unda the flo'
(I'm on acid, acid)
Put the straw up ta your nose, take the blow straight ta your dome
(I'm on acid, acid)
You passin' out in my front yard, throwin' up on Xanax bars
(I'm on acid, acid)
Well, I wishin' I was sober, feel the shit from head ta shoulders
This ain't even halfway over, it's the part, I'm waitin' ta show ya
Laughin' long time like hyenas, laughed a long time at vienas
In the can or out the can, they still look like a can a penis
I'm the meanest, acid-takin', down-south-cracka on the mic
Change start crankin', gotcha thinkin', good trip gon' turn ta a fright
Bubble poppin', trails are watchin'', foes done cross the fuckin' room
My dogs came in the den and made a mess
And then that's for the broom
Now I'm 'bouta hit the sack 'cause I can't take this shit no more
Relax my mind, take a deep breath and let my head sink in pillow
Take a seven hour nap, wake up seven minutes later
This the greatest drug the seventies is ever fucking gave us
Yes, it's major don't be playin', when you drop it will hit ya
If it's gel caps or liquid, microdots yes, I'm wit'cha
And I'm flippin' cross the roll, visual contact lightning globe
The space ship I'm flying landed in the Bay, I have ta go
By now, I'm weak in some pain and my body's feelin drained
(I'm on acid, acid)
Comin' down upon my trip and my skin's abouta rip
(I'm on acid, acid)
I'll prolly sleep till Thursday and it's only Sunday
(I'm on acid, acid)
Wakin' up on that Thursday to have another Saturday
Get up (repeated)
in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up
X2
They always be askin what is crack cocaine
crack cocaine frys ur brain
crack cocaine keep me pocket change when i be on my slang
keep them thangs single solid on a brick up off the house
try to snatch my shit wit out payin im blowin off ya mouth
thas the way it is in up in the dope game have no respect
dont pas wit no brains if no thangs blow some big ass checks
straight to the liquor store thats were we roll to get my 75
dam they close at 11 yes im ballin doin 99
worked that whole week to get that cheese n give that shit to me
bet u feelin shitty fall to sleep on the side of the street
tell me how it feels walkin round i no whats goin on
only thing u no is im the 1 supplyin all the stone
keep my pockets swoll n i be ballin on the fuckin slab
think u droppin sissions in my buisness take yo buisness back
yes i roll wit dealers and my deals r my priority
bitch i ride wit killas and these killas have authority
in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up
X2
well i aint waistin mine , gotta get them nickels and dimes all the time
cuz benjimin franklin the only mother fucker on my mind
im ridin to a cutless twanky threes grippin pine
n i no the junkies see me colors changin all the time
when u spot me better stop me cuz im not slayin long
the pigs love comin up to this white boy ridin on all this fuckin chrome
got yo stone bitch im gone destination where i stay
fraiser boy up on the side and bitch were ridin to the bay
what u talkin bout, what u askin bout , what u need from me
check it i serve some big bags, some crack, and some XTC
anything else i dont fuck wit it, or i jus fuckin no
were to find it where to get it and how far the shit will flow
werre smokas and sellas these drugs be so plentyfull
but junkies will do anything for that crack mane and its pitiful
they loose there life Critical they loose there bodies shut down Physical
But rock it up U get yo grip and all that there is beuitifull
in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up
X2
It aint no stoppin here i could keep boomin slangin dis dope
or i could take a chance flippin this bird to a bro
but see its jus my luck po's will prolly kick in my doe,
so i gotta keep lookin over my should lookin out for dem hoes,
n i gotta find another location plus anohter temptation there so
many faces and customers in this occupatin n i have no patience
n people wanna fuck wit my time thas why u be comin up short wit these
nickles and dimes, im even wit mine, u get it when i get it and thas all the time
i never decline ur money unless u smell outta line
and im feelin fine , theyll find u all tied up in some twine
my moneys importent a lil more then important then how i shine
dont play wit that 9, u pull it use it u should abuse it mine
but see ya blind, then copyrite yo mouf wit yo mind
im puttin it out and givin it to ya jus how i get it
this evil is wit it wit no discussin this is how i spit it
in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up
X2
Yeah..
.. Hypnotize Minds...
.. Lil' Wyte...
It's going down...
.. the club crazy right now..
I don't believe you'll do...
we don't believe you...
Yeah...
... finish It!...
what!..
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
You motherfuckers want true colors? I got white and I got black
Bay Area motherfuckers comin' soon as I step off of the track
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch
If this ?hata? got stomped to the floor, thank to god for all this shit
Frayser Bizzo DJ Pizzo Lil Whizzo and Hypnotizzo
Run the shizzo fo' shizzo roll up another one my nizzo
I got to maintain, I got to get changed
I gotta rip this mic, from California to Maine
And take it over to Spain, send it to the Dominicans
Tell 'em to examine it and start jammin' all of my sinitist
Just make sure that they remember this, like if it was some religious shit
The white, gold, ghetto, platinum, (?honkin rippin?) it
Take that to the bank, get that deposit slip, fill it out
Runnin' for thirty thousand turn around and shove it in your mouth
You review Hypnotize and you'll see nothing but potential
People gettin' beat to the flo' and it started with a pencil
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
Check it out i'm new to the scene, Lil' Wyte lighted with gasoline
Fire breathin' get it closer to the grass that isn't green
Which means your teams ?expired? to the back of the pack
Sixteen bars on the side knowledge on every track
Holdin' it down, never happen, get my crown, keep on rappin'
And even at 75 i'ma still be able to work my magic
Beater, Willy Nelson of the next generation
A Rising legacy shinin' across of every nation
I need a passport, luggage and a new wardrobe
Fifty billion but I will settle for 2.4
Check the scans i'm the man in this independent land
No video, no single record companies like I be damned
This white cat can rap and put on a good show
It's funny how his music get people down to the flo'
I gots to give it raw I gots to give it dirty
What ever city you reppin' beat 'em down if you heard me
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
See I done seen the brighter days smoke ?lighter hay?
My album hit a hundred thousand now shit been going my way
I give my props to my pops give my props to my mouth
Give my props to the cap give my props to the south
Now i'm drunk and i'm high but I bet you already knew it
You buck as me you buck as us and we twice as buck as u
Security started movin' to the middle of the crowd
Only if he got a gun will I agree to shut it down
Cuz I ain't trying to get shot by no motherfucking punk
I know my dad has had to many drinks and all of a sudden crunk
Pick me up let me out blow me up and bump me loud
Too many styles be coming up out of me whenever I break I hit the crowd
I have a high page game face eye balls poppin' out his face
Keepin' with the shit tryin' to stay awake.. what you think?
Only cracker good enough to be down with the six
Clearly understood that this some original gangsta shit
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
(chorus)
bay area it is da hood of da brave
bay area none my boys are afraid
bay area we got dat work down here
bay area we let it go fo da low round here.
verse 1
flickin through da bay bumpin marvin gay sunny days i gots to get payed 20 k oh and by the way the bar shifted of me and fraiser bizzle thats fo shizzle all da other perpatraders better be packin they pistols cuz i got pencils for pussies packin some big utinles off the hizzle i'll put this thrizzle right between both yo wizzle this is lil whizzie i'm not playin i can leave it so greasy bitch ya heard me dirty south represent to bess beileve me i got to push it and shove it either way you go i'm hot as an oven humpin and bumpin and on on its the dro the hcp family gonna represent until i die of daze satifaction this happens to be always on my phase fraiser bou and v my fans and all my faculty is half of the reason W Y T E won't let me rest in peace couldn't of done it wit out billy many aren't wit my ass get yo ass slapped silly when you fuck up in da bay
chorus
verse 2
i'm steppin about the household sit yo ass back runnin down town in a black cadillac jack are still smokin gimme some bro even though you broke im go take yo weed and yo crack jack this is the conversation bout life in da needy nation really i don't give a fuck about shit if it ain't payuh chasin i'm about my and that's why prize is about take this sober good thing this doser came from cordova cuz i can't be sober don't really stop da hood it what i have become to be but later on i be damned if i don't put this on G O B i ride deez streets i smoke this weed and one day i'ma stop and see that this is the life i always wanted da man to let come out of me da B A Y my stopin ground and round here we got dro by pouond but half of deez motha fuckers round here broka than homie the clown witch means you have to take yo klan to another location bring some out of towners to catch yo slack so if you ain't made it i tell you dis will get crazy rest the day go by so watch it the bay O 5 round here and they ain't ya do to stop it
chorus
Gimme da Microphone first so i could buss out dis bubbLe,whoevea idea dis was dey knew it was some trouble,cuz i get up in'em, get it sticky,it could get icky and gritty , crystal clearly comes swiftly when u a chance to get wit mE. I Put it down for da B.A.Y. MothafuKca,therapy gorilla squad, U.T.T. Muthafucka,YaLL don't kNow shyt about that chek ya BAY AREA fact the federal lyricist is 21 years old knockin'em on dey back. Had to take a drug test, thought it was a DRUG test, studied hard and failed shouldnt of took da answers to my chest. Goofin around gloves off hood basically cuffed up popo's in a Lac Truck on spinners man das fucked uP. I sat on my couch smoked a bLunt and create some thunder, den opened da window let da lightning and make da Police wonder. I'll get'em off the trail while the real criminals wonder, i guess dis summea a lil ol'hustle is too far beyond us.
We hustle from sun up to sun down,the cops we get close when they come round.We got to hit the cut and throw the crumbs down my hoods run down,my hoods run down.
Nigga Nigga,dis da other half of the BAR Bay Representatives,watchin what i say around deze snitches cUz dey listenin. Frayser boy a Real nigga will let da steeL hit'ya, fuckin wit lil wyte gone make dat nigga come and deal wit'ya. Purple drank in my cUp, bLowin dank in my truck,hit da bank stackin bucks, a nigga i aint slackin uP. Bay niggaz click tyte make me get ya shyt right,respectin how i feel or it's gonna be a big fight. Mobbin down Frayser BLVD,wit my 45. Lettin it loose if you think you hard or you wanna try. Gettin it how i live in da Bride das my stompin ground,got some enemies
so das why a pistol come around. Muthafuckaz actin like dey dont know da real deal mayne i been through heLL and back and a nigga still live,still here and i wouldnt have it no other way,now knowin what it means to live and die from the BAY!
Yo this the outlaw jossy scott from saliva, get down with my boy Lil Wyte
Memphis style homocidal,
Verse 1
Man im bout to kill me a motherfucker, any kind of mother fucker, step into my face brotha, bet this gage gonna spray brotha,
laughing at the site of ignorance i wanna see u fall, u the one that knocked me off when i was trying to climb the wall, but thats all good thats all rite ima keep on shinning bright, u put dapples in my path, and in my path im seeing light, so fuck u hoe talking loud in the center of the crowd, i fucked up, i know it, thats my shit just sit the fuck on down, acting bad coulda been smacked atleast i didnt do all that, i just snached my shit up got the fuck up with out looking back, called her up, bitch u out, yes im gonna see my child u trying to take that privalage away and u will never smile, is u kakin lakin yes lil wyte be constantly smokin Dro, when u see me, greenery be all up n ci-ga-ri-llo, ghetty green thats my thang keep this skull around my brain, if it wasnt here id eaither be dead or i will be too plain!
Chorus X1
Homocidal suicidal everyday i live my life, going crazy in a days inn, walking round real late at night, u guessin im stressing people wondering why im always high u testin smith and wesson u the next on the list to die
Verse 2
So u say u crunker than me motha fucka?
Bucka than me motha fucka?
Tuffa than me motha fucka?
Rougher than me motha fucka?
got news for ya, not just for ya, hope that u like gravity!
this ones for ya will destroy ya and will cause some casualties, limp conditions how im livin, if u wanna take a peak? since u want her boy to be my dog, then get the fuck from me, what about her? what about u? what about me? well fuck u too, if u want to live my life u can but u a fuckin fool,
time was off, yes it was, so i kept a fuckin buzz, why u keep a buzz dog? plz, to keep from fucking up, life is short then we die, some don't get a piece of pie, but im gonna get my slice even if i have to compromize, stackin cheese is for me, even if its in these streets, yes i said the streets beacause i have not reached the industry, but its all gravy baby, im gonna make it on my crazy way, diffrent ladies baby, now im crazy thats the way ill stay,
Verse3 (jossy scott)
Homocidal suicidal everyday i live my life, going crazy in a days inn, walking round real late at night, u guessin im stressing people wondering why im always high u testin,smith and wesson, u the next on the list to die ee iiii!!!
[chorus]
your mamma your daddy your greasy greasy grand mammy
man they gettin wild as fuck era body gettin crunk [x2]
gimme room gimme room quit stepin on my toes [x4]
Your mamma, yea i seen her butt naked in the front row
Your daddy, yea i heard he was in vip smokin dro
Your grand mammy, yea i know she is a groupie from the 70's
Aint no age limit to listen to me and all my melodys
Your mamma, on the dance floor gettin crunk n' drunk off Chris
Your daddy, so full of beer this is the sixth time that he pissed
Your grand mammy, man i know shes super buck cuz she feelin me listin to good ol' boys i guess she stole her grand sons cd
Your momma, tellin you you need to be more like little wyte
Your daddy, askin you how your gunna pay your bills and get it right
Your grand mammy, sittin in the back fillin somthin bumpin knowin its my smokin song smells something good cookin or could it jus be grandmas bong
Your momma, on sadder days fliped a benz truck on double dubs
your daddy, wears white wear camo when he be huntin doves
your grand mammy, has been smokin sense this cd came out and that aint all, she swiched to Valiums and replaced all of her tylenol
[Chorus]
Your momma, red light head bobing bumpin riddin spinners
Your daddy, in the seat stayin to the beat gettin super crunk
Your grand mammy, crunk still but twice buck as both as those up in front
pops with the auto radio puttin some knock in the trunk
Your momma, wanted spinners for christmas and'll she will probly get 'em
Your daddy, also thinks that there pretty cool, so you know hes wit 'em
your grand mammy, doesnt give a shit as long as she can ride and jus be seen, on the BIlls St. stripin 2 a.m where all the ballers be
Your momma, calls the cab from wet willys cuz shes on the floor
Your daddy, sees Mike Tyson and wanted to put a tattoo on his nose
Your grand mammy, Man i love that woman shes a trip to be around act a clown she might hit you frist fuck up after a couple rounds
Your mamma, she 25, and 16 when she had you
Your daddy, 25, 24 maybe 22
Your grand mammy, the reason why she buck cuz shes barly 48, after the age of 23 she had a daughter by mistake
[chorus]
(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch
Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch
Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch
This Is a lyrical IndenTION, rollin wit some big GUNS
Mystical attenTION, sudden comprehenSION
Rollin wit a fine ho, don't hate cuz she mine ho
All you cheesy chicken heads can catch up wit yo kind ho
I can make a hit yo, do you really want it no
I'm gonna be up in yo head till I make you sick whoa
I represent in the bay, could give a fuck what you say
All the minors wishin to be made cuz they to young to play
I can break yo bone oww, I can pull a ? bloaw
I can have you screamin telling me when you gonna come now
This will make your heart stop, have you reaching for your glock
This series countinues as I got plenty mo in my stock
I'm crunker than the club how? 5th of palmason? Wow
Catch me at the hotel smoked out stealin all the towels
Yall bitches ain't fading me when you act disgracefully
I cant help it you're a discruntful employee hatin me
Now put this in yo mind, keep it close behind
All the fatal memorys you've been counting in yo head for time
I Like to get high I get drunk and I might let it slide
Catch me on a zanax different atmosphere, its do or die
Walkin in the club fucked up, mission to take yo bitch
Hopin you gonna speak of one word, when I approach yo bitch
Tracy don't suck dick but I bet I can deepthroat the bitch
Jus fuckin wit ya, got my own, I really don't want yo bitch
Nothin but mumblin, and I'm stumbling, but ima keep on the bumpin
And I bet this gotcha Caprice Classic trunk a fuckin' rumblin'
Fuckin' wit' me getcha trampled Lemon Lame is an example
He got beat down by these dogs, and all he got was just a sample
But now I'm on my way to better things
No more runnin about the cove wit' the glock cocked, and slangin mary jane
I got a well focused head and well educated brain
And plus my vision see clearer than x-ray glasses main
So fuck you mean?
Last time I'm tellin' ya lyrically beat ya
Standin ovation, I'm comin to seat ya
I would drive the full 40 hours to California to defeat ya
Creature-feature but I ain't scared, rippin' out a patch of hair
Tryin to convince me that you crazy, verbally this isn't fair
Ask me if I fuckin care, shut the fuck up breathe the air
Didn't ask you to open yo mouth, don't make me come over there
Platinum products get dropped daily up out this facility
Ill drop my shit on ya thinking everywhere ya feelin me
Watch me come up out the grave and capture yo security
Beat ya down like you stole something man that's for fuckin' wit' me
Make ya shit yo pants so bad that you can plead insanity
Have you strapped in a straight jacket yackin bout yo family
Really cause and effect is what gets us in these crooked binds
Plus the lack of respect or neglect towards these simple minds
Keep the system tickin? itchin? For corruption on the rise
We brought a pound in the club
we don't give a fuck, unit on my hip
whole cliq rollin up,
Get wrong if you wanna, if ya wanna
Get wrong if you wanna, if ya wanna
We brought a pound in the club
we don't give a fuck, unit on my hip
whole cliq rollin up,
Get wrong if you wanna, if ya wanna
Get wrong if you wanna, if ya wanna
Verse 1:
Welcome everybody, i hope you ready to get crunk
I'm Dressed for the party and i left the house drunk
Designated driver, pocket full of EX and i'm fresh ta death,
Hate me if you wanna but i'm gonna be the last one left
Standin right here buyin shots at the bar, got a pound in my lap
while you jumpin in your car, You'z a ho
and you know we the cliq in this bitch,
mess around and get some fractured bones or just a busted lip
It all depends on just how fuckin wrong you get,
I'm Troy Aikman your Irvin, better yet Emmit Smith
Go home trick and quit interuptin my vibe,
I got a hell of an aim and i'll put this bullet in between yo' eyes.
We brought a pound in the club
we don't give a fuck, unit on my hip
whole cliq rollin up,
Get wrong if you wanna, if ya wanna
Get wrong if you wanna, if ya wanna
We brought a pound in the club
we don't give a fuck, unit on my hip
whole cliq rollin up,
Get wrong if you wanna, if ya wanna
Get wrong if you wanna, if ya wanna
Get wrong muthafucka I'ma show ya crunk
You a dumb muthafucka even before ya drunk
You ain't strong mutha fucka, we beat you to the punch
Extra wrong muthafucka, killas off in my trunk
You get blown muthafucka say hello to hiroshima
We got bombs muthafucka holla if ya wanna see em
I'm the last muthafucka you eva wanna cross
Thinks i'm bad muthafucka then you should meet my boss
I got money muthafucka, poppin pills to lean
Cigarillos muthafucka filled up with green
We gone get ya muthafucka for violatin the cody
If you the shit muthafucka then gone n get wrong
We brought a pound in the club
we don't give a fuck, unit on my hip
whole cliq rollin up,
Get wrong if you wanna, if ya wanna
Get wrong if you wanna, if ya wanna
We brought a pound in the club
we don't give a fuck, unit on my hip
whole cliq rollin up,
Get wrong if you wanna, if ya wanna
Get wrong if you wanna, if ya wanna
Music fades.......
yea-yea Chuch ya'khamsayn
Once again it's on baby, y'all know what time it is
I know it'sa shame ya'khamsayn,
You gatta actually killa a mothafucka out here
Just ta let a nigga now you ain't playin' with him
And you ain't bullshittin' - yea that's some knowledge fa y'all
Na'...we gon' get y'all inta this new artist
His new ass - Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...
Get high to this shit - I'm high as a mothafucka
Alotta rappers rap gangsta shit but they ain't did nothing
DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen
We done rolled down on niggaz, we done let them gats burst
We done seen niggaz blood leak clean through they shirt
I ain't lying too ya boys when I said that cha'll get did
Man I keep me some hungry niggaz ready ta spit the wig
Of a fake solid nigga, hoes lying in they wraps
Cuz they never shot guns and they never had ta scrap
He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body cold left from red and wet
Body curved up like a cornrow
Police on the set, I'm a vet from the North - North
Pack a rusty tec in the Lex' plus a sawed-off
Hard makin' money when you watching for the ro-bbe-rers
Narcotics and these hoodrats - nut go-ba-lers
They'd take a shot at 'cha, put you in tha hospita'
Leave you left fa dead, and they tell ya I'ma halla at ya
Here I go again, try'na keep my mothafuckin' ass thin
Niggaz halla friends, but they fake friends
I'ma nigga halla "mothafuck friends"
Torn up in my mothafuckin' right hand
I'ma 'bouta go and fuckin' rob a man
Just so I can keep my fuckin' family fed
Fuck what'cha heard this is what I said
Bust out some shots at ya fuckin' head
I'ma meet you pockin' bitches, whoppin' niggaz wit' my pistol
In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out makin' missles
This is war when you fuckin' wit' LaChat - bitch y'aint know
Get 'cho posee out becuz we comin' 20 deep hoe
Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you fucked up
Hoe this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up
I'ont give a fuck who you is, who you in too
You wont touch a bitch, ha who me bitch - but I'll kill you
A crooked as a barrell of snakes
Fuck with the real not fake
I represent the Bay - so ain't no need ta hate
I'm counting tones and spray
I'll blow your crean away
This HCP don't play - won't see anotha day
Y'kno we Hyp-notize, can see it in your eyes
This Frayser Boy - no lie
Inhalin' dro - so fine
Y'kno we toppin' a poun'
And still we stompin' your smile
No need ta copy our styles
What chain't been popped in a while
No more fuckin' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up
Cuz when you fuck wit' this camp - let's say you messed up
They told you in the beginning - don't try ta test us
The day Lil' Wyte hooked up with the 6 - the shit was all she wrote
Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat
This shit be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga
Adding some Pippen ta bitches get at me weaker than water
This is the start of a problem thats lackin' a solution
You graduated with honors - ta sell out institution
And this for all the rappers that got kicked up out this camp
I stole your plate when back fa seconds - +How U Luvin' That?+
This is my mothafuckin' posee song - Wheres Jerome?
Instead of gettin' up out yo shit - you stayed ya ass at home
Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it hurt
If they knew bitchin' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse
I'm getting fucked up man im getting fucked up(4x)
a playa drinkin makers marka, craneberry vodka
Give me a cup, some ice, some vodka, n let's go,
Give me some dro, let me put down the crown n coke
I'm slumed out, drunk as fuck n I know
You won't make it home, if you ride with me bro
Cause I've been drinking since 2 started smokin round noon
With no sleep I'm feeling similar to a cartoon
Animated but gonna manage to make it through the day
Bein a rappers close to bein an alcoholic that gets paid
I done seen a higher ground now that I'm on a different plane
If you step to me wrong I'ma have to show you I'm da man
I'm the whitest motha fuckin drunkin cracka sippin the blue top
As long as I'm here i'll rip it so long that you'll never let the blues stop
chorus
well I'm fucked up by now you should see
makers moka n some vodka floating all through me
on the way to the liquor store to get another bottle
runnin red lights never takin my foot up off the throttle
I'm a little tipsy, cock eyed n the whole 9, 40 proof or better
and i really don't fuck with wine I'm a whiskey sippa
sour mags just not for some
i got motha fuckas that get drunk n fight for fun
get up out ma way you see ma brains on a different level
break some tequila out n you gonna see me turn into the devil
I'm the one and only Lil' Wyte i do it my way bitch
ain't down with gettin fucked up with me then hit the highway bitch
and thats whats up
chorus
Drinkin' Song Lyrics
now im a start this night out right so i dont fall on my face
i got some red necks wit me ready to get drunk and shot da gauge
they got 6 shots of tequila and half a bottle of bacardi
the bottle came from onions coat when we left the bonfire party
they constantly askin fo mo and tryin to pour me up a shot
incredible hulk mixed wit vodka and a skotch on the rocks
crown royal an coke a bud light my eye balls afloat
so much fuckin liquid in me i got to hit da pisser fo sho
keepin up wit hill billys actin silly drunker then shit
this might compare to my smokin song but pimpin this is not it
this is my drinkin song so you know wut you got to do
drink twelve or twenty one or wut eva you do just dont stop at two
chorus*2
this is my drinkin song
and there aint no rules wut you waitin on
pop a bottle pour your self a shot or even brew your own
if your gonna drink might as well drink until you hit the floor
afta you hit the floor get yo ass up and pour a couple mo
aight im alright listen to my words Ive done drank up half the bar
and still yet a slurr I heard
i looked down at red neck he look like he was about to hurl
brother robby actin similiar but was spinnin like the world
now real rednecks can get drunk like some shit ive neva seen
ten shots bud lights fo chasin ready for round eleventeen
demolition derbys at the races rodeos and bill streets
when ever legal liqour sold white folks will meet
but we all want to get fucked up and when i say we
im talkin about every nationality on this g.l.o.b.e
and some do, some dont, some might like it, some wont,
i'll tell you wut i love this so much im fucked up right now bro
chorus*2
we jump in slappa's car dont worry this fool wasnt driven
the outcome would of been ridiculous and we wouldnt of survived it
believe it or not i was the most sober of the five of us
liquor in me got to piss again i feel like im bout to bust
good thing we got out the exit fo me to handle my buisness
i jumped out to drain my lizard and then god as my witness
i see a truck load of moonshine hideing behind some trees
wit the keys in it and nobody around
know what this means we fitna get drunker and crunker
and make us some cheese from mariana arkansas
through the woods back to tennessee
this event start anotha good ol'boy fraiser drinkin day
in the back of a chevelle pick up shootin of this daze
chorus*2
[DJ Paul + Juicy J talking]
Motherfucker it's on nigga Hypnotize motherfucking Minds got damn it
Once again Lil' Wyte it's going down Lil' Wyte Doubt Me Now
The new album, Yea for all you haters and you motherfuckin' wannabes
doubt me now nigga Hypnotize Minds niggas here go some motherfucking homework
for you bitches
Study the motherfucking albums hoes that's all you do
niggaz wanna be me motherfuckers
Fuck these bitches WE RUN THIS SHIT!
[talking]
Yeah, Lil' Wyte putting it down for that HCP
Hypnotize Minds straight from Memphis motherfucking Tennessee
Out that bay area
Putting down for all my dawgs, that stay down
For all the haters fuck y'all
Every each and one of y'all motherfuckers can doubt me now motherfucker
Cuz I got hardest track in the motherfuckin industry
It's going down maine
Know what I'm saying
[Lil' Wyte]
This is my time so listen up I'm finna bump
I'll give you some I know you been waiting on
With HCP all on the track, airborne attack, strike from the back
Take up that slack hoe
This for the ones all in the fields searching fo' real
Music to feel I got the antidote
Quote the words I write bout to ignite
And light up the room brighter than the sun through a telescope
Beats out the frame I'm still the same
Thoughts were erased from the shit
That I dropped from my underground tapes
Coming with the raw I ain't tryin to fall
Even though I'm small
I give it to ya 300p's at eight feet tall
Light up the blunt pass it to me
dont skip louise
I'll take your blunt and smoke it in your face
Dro is around I will be found
Picking on the pound
Taking a sample just to let you know how it taste
White in my blood never touched a drug
Don't expect a hug
Don't thank Lil' Wyte don't be getting fucked up
XTC pills ooh make you feel
Like man of steel
Make me get up with my booze youll be fucked up
Creep in the cut hit the strip in the bay
Holla at my dogs too many names for me to say
Cuz if I could I would but see i can't now ain't
Don't take it personal get with me later all blaze dank
And this the first song couldn't went wrong
Picking it off the shelf to make a part of your collection at home
I'll write my shit, I'll drop my shit, on your dick and shit
Have you having cramps all up in yo backbone
Beginning my legacy giving the best of me
Life has been stressing me time to impress the streets
Not enough time, not enough money could come close
Nigga like Wyte doing this one for them haters to see
(hook)
I done hook up with the camp
You can doubt me now
I'm about to cruise the map
You can doubt me now
For all them chatterin teeth
Bitch doubt me now
Haters deep in the streets
Hoe dobt me now
I'm gone be rolling in some dough
But you can doubt me now
You said that there will be no hope
You can doubt me now
I told ya I was gonna make it
You can doubt me now
The hardest part for you is to face it
You can doubt me now
Un huh .... yea
Hey, hey don't take those man..
What?
I almost gave you the wrong shit man..
Hey man I already took 'em man..
whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Hey what do ya mean "whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa"?
haha Wow man
hey what was that shit man
you just taked the most acid I've ever seen anybody eat in my life
Hey man I never had no acid before man
I hope you're not busy for about a month
Thats why you gotta come talk to me,
Cause Jesus kept you alive for a reason.
He knew Satan was in my heart raisin my hand to kill you,
and Satan... he knew i had a good 6 or 7 years of appeal
before they dropped them Cyanid tablets.
And Im just like Jesus, I got diciples too.
And they're just dying to do whatever I ask them to do
as long as I just say the word, Doc.
I'm death and life to you, Doc.
Death and Life (repeated softer and softer)
...ah yeah Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the REMIX!! - and its goin' down for you hoes
Like THIS!!...Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inha-led by heart
When the fuck you gon' start, recognize that life is a game
And it's always the same, them dice you rolling ain't 'Bouta change
I'm snatchin' your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
It's all over mane, in which direction he makes a zane
I ain't 'bout that fame, I'm 'bout the cheese, and this 'Bouta bring
So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
I'm starting all over with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like boulders
I'm hard ta top, shoot at plenty I bet it's gon' knock it - whatever I drop
But even your beef can't touch what I got
You wildin' or not, if is so bring all your beef ta the spot
Hope you got your glock, I'm strapped with no hesi-tant ta pop
So back your words up, and keep on choking out on that cock
You like it or not, its everlasting - ain't 'Bouta stop
We 'Bouta Crash Da Club - throw some chairs
Break - Break...Break - Break...Break Something
Aiyo smoke something, choke something, get real nice
We ain't gon, fall on our face - but we gon' be right
Look, police ain't around when I do my dirt
Becuz I map it all loud and then I put in work
You with them freaks - I be in the streets
Y'all be wearing them Bee's - I be wearing Ree's
Running wit' my g's from the U-T-P
This is where I'm gonna be until I D-I-E
Wodie, it's goin' down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay
Where niggaz drank V.S.O.P. until they breath stank
Bitch gatta say something, err' time
They never handle they buisness, but staying in line
Seeking you will find, the loaded up .9
Wanted at 'cha cuz it of fa' stealin' my mind
Juvenile and Three-6 thats a-one-of-a-kind
Tooken up yo golds - nigga get ready ta blind
I'm 'Bouta crash da club, break the law
Throw some chairs, crack your jaw
If it's killing season - ain't no reason - ain't no need ta stale
I'm the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain
Non-stop-pop-from-the-top-of-the-clip-in-ya-glock, I still don't feel you mane
Cause of that, ground the coke and now I'm puffin' a pound of dro
When I'm on that level and wit' my killaz you will be found on the flo'
I must confes, I ain't 'bout shit, but if you think ta cross me bitch
You'll end up stanky - walk the planky - and empty out your pockets bitch
Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck
Wit' these issues that I'm facing - daily I should tote a tec
Get respect, that's no option, all the haters filled with toxin'
Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get ta flossin'
Causing problem - dodging bullets - soon as I corrupt the scene
Leaving damage - making havoc reaction fuckin' with me
Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame
(yee-haw)
Lil' Wyte's the name - their ain't a day pass
That I ain't in trouble, this changes the game
And turns a summer sault to a double
They hatin' me now - I vapped out and they gon' feel my rumble
But it is all gravy - I'm running and ain't 'bouta stumble
Backoff a few years and you will find some crooked decisions
I managed them clear and did not let them break down my vision
That's all I don't need - somebody try'na stop what I'm givin'
But there's just too many hoes out there to give one bitch my pimpin'
I'm bringin' ya Memphis - I just joined the white rapper convention
Back in the day - I blazed my hay and dreamed about recognition
But I done made it, they hate it
I love it, becuz of DJ Paul and Juicy J - I got so far from above it
Pushin' and shovin' they don't know of that I'm posted on a regular
Good 'ole boy from around the way - might be small but don't test me brah
Question brah, listen brah, yes thats what I'm stressin' brah
Yes thats me in your hood, 2-doo' Cutlass - what I'm flexin' brah
Jus' the good 'ole boys - hangin' out geddin' high
Jus' the good 'ole boys - watchin' cops ridin' by
Jus' the good 'ole boys - sittin' round drinkin' beer
Jus' the good 'ole boys - we was the clique the haters feared
Jus' the good 'ole boys - never really wanted blow
Jus' the good 'ole boys - was overloaded on that dro
Jus' the good 'ole boys - 2 doo' Cutlass what we flexin'
Jus' the good 'ole boys - if you in the road you better move we comin' yo direction
Don't let yo window catch a cloud - I'm as high as you
I know you wish this song would keep on bumpin' through a pound or .2
But it's all good - it's gonna go off - like everything that goes up comes down
I make sounds come out my mouf - then put now snawls to make 'em melt
Watch me guarantee the game - nothing but some fucking pain
Put cyanide in cyringes and inject it in they veins
Threw up on the league the hardest music Memphis seen in a while
Hit me quick wit' Triple 6 and then let out +Mystic Style+
I was hook and good 'ole boys like me was catching the vibe
I survive - I strive now look at me - I'm all in the sky
Keep in mind, I was the one overlooked alla the times
Deep inside, I thought that I was the one never would rise
Here I am, I'm spittin' it out and bringin' it too ya taday
Ain't no gangsta, just a Bay, area represento wit' something to say
So if you want me come get me - y'kno where I'm at
I'm prolly there right now, but there's no way good 'ole boy
Like me go out without my Crown now
It's like this, good 'ole boys - I don't get what they can out this game
Whether we are, down in our slums or we on top of this thang
Cuz I've got, some real ones rollin' with me down for the cause
Even if the, situation get sticky they ain't 'bouta pause
So I must, watch over my fleet and lead em all inta victory
Mystery how did I get here, all the rest is just history
Liberty is what I'm seekin' to get away from misery
Mess with me - you'll be fucked up
Cause I'll let out inner energy
Never was a problem child - always kept up with the game
The slang, and somehow everyone in the hood knew my name
It ain't my fault it made me, too be something that you ain't
It is my fault I'm doing, something that y'kno you cant
Man I remember gettin' drunk, drinkin' my self unda the flo'
Reminiscin' of throwing up - makin' love to the camode
I did my dirt, didn't I get caught and still serf' birds in the end
(Chorus)2x's
When dem boys hit the corna I'm a gonea
when dem boys hit the corna I'm a gonea
Like(skerrrrrrr)fuck that say goodbye to the bad guy
(skerrrrrrr)fuck that say goodbye to the bad guys
(Lil' Wyte verse)
Commin out like hold up aw shit there go them poe's
DJ pual where you at been tryin to hit you on the phone
to let you know that it's hot as coal
all 'round the globe
tippy toes what I'm flickin on
passin by these hoes like (skerrrrrr)
fuck that say goodbye to the bad guys
I smoke weed till I die
I'm gon' stay high
come touch this engine pimpin
I been crusin a buck
got to get away from this cops they find the crops i'm out of luck
the same story
every day only if guts and glory
It's part of yo struggle if it you aint got shit for me
I gon hold it down, keep my crown and keep on a truckin
civilize this industry fuck up yo truck and keep on bumpin
this is some shit that you never thought you would ever see
but since we here turn to the back of the pack and let us be
you think we'll give up purple suryp and pimp cups
no muthafucka this the life we likein if us
(chorus4x's)
(DJ pual verse)
yeah now they got me in this cell
cuz this crack man I sell
in the haven boy this crack sell well
I was in the zone 8:30 in the mon'
them boys hit the con
I got gone I had a tone
with a big bag of crack
them boys don't like that
so I had to get down like a 'lac
with 4 flats
I'm a grayhound
I just put the tre down
I can't be on my way down
so I'm gon have to put down
ditch the rocks I had them in a machbox
ditch the glock behind the bushes round the block
and just like the spinners I will never stop
like bukus and money we don made at the spot
I make the hood hot along with the faculty and ganegreen
P.A.C every thang we gane is green
to the bay - where my boy lil wyte stay
is where I damn there ran but they cought me anyway Fuck!
(chorus4x's)
suicide suicide
suicide suicide
homicide homicide
homicide homicide
runnin outta time losin my mind
hate this place feel like diein
brains steady flyin all over the place
dont wanna live written on my face
gotta get up outta here gotta go
yes i know where im gonna go
hot ice cold where they take souls
satan rule the land been a long road
i bet you wonder why im sayin these things
lost my job got no change
car got stolen bills backin up
kids hungry and im startin to feel the pain
tired of the world tired of groupie girls
brains startin to scream thoughts in this world
if i have to face another hater ima pull out the motherfuckin Mossberg pump
to your dome yea da boy gone
off of the map cap been blown
how ya like me now hatin asshole?
my lifes fucked thats fo sho
if you wanna know yes i tell ya
how it goes yes i tell ya
but you gotta stay tuned to the zone
too hear what happened to the big failure
its the last straw for me to fall
i cant sleep cant see at all
done smoke a pound drank a pint of syrup
mixed 30 rolls with tylonal
bout to fly away out this bitch
have dreams but i cant get rich
too many problems in my life now to be worried bout stackin chips
moms sick as fuck dad goin crazy girlfriend sayin we havin another baby
i cant afford the 2 that i got but you know i love them 2 little ladies
thats why it hurt to say goodbye
i cant save it dont know why
people say well you have to try
let the mothersuckers live this lie
popped a hundred pills eyes are closed
heart is pumpin body gettin cold
no cell phone noone knows where im at thats what i want
breathin gettin hard death gettin close
creepin up on the devils back bone
times ran out so has my liquor
Ohhh that fool got some coco puffs, boy
damn, shit right here all gucci wit me
kno what im sayin
Its rainin like a foo
Its on!
Its on!
Time to stack these dollas
I got a couple of birds
in the back of the Impala
The Blackberrys on
You know the numba HOLLA
I drop it in the hood
and they hit it out for dollas
Its on!
Its on!
Time to stack these dollas
I got a couple of birds
in the back of the Impala
The Blackberrys on
You know the numba HOLLA
I drop it in the hood
and they hit it out for dollas
I got cheese ho
and a bunch of fuckin coke
Waitin on a phone call
So i can go tranport
Blackberry rings:
"What up foo whatchu need?"
I need some for $600 dollas
"Ok where you wanna meet?"
Got the destination
Im ridin low-key in a scuffler junt
Creepin dirty crack the window
Cuz Im smokin on a blunt
Headin through the north-north
side of the city streetz
Cocked the pistol
Cuz its killas hungry hidin in the trees
They hit it out for dollas
Sometimes they go bizerk
But I dont give a fuck
Why? Im gettin rid of work
Phone neva off
All they gotta do is holla
Im so on
Im so on
Im so on that its time to stack these dollas
Mothafucka!
Its on!
Its on!
Time to stack these dollas
I got a couple of birds
in the back of the Impala
The Blackberrys on
You know the numba HOLLA
I drop it in the hood
and they hit it out for dollas
Its on!
Its on!
Time to stack these dollas
I got a couple of birds
in the back of the Impala
The Blackberrys on
You know the numba HOLLA
I drop it in the hood
and they hit it out for dollas
I be sittin in the driveway
Countin stacks of cheese
And in under only 2 hours
I made close to 3 G's
Got more blow in the truck
And the Impala 6 feet away from me
Thats why the AR-15s on the pssenger seat
And I dont play games with my money
Either you have it or you dont
If its a G you'll lose your finger
But for 10 Ill cut ya throat
Thats why I dont like frontin dope
How you gunna sell it and snort it?
I aint had a grain up my nose
Thats why my pockets are knotted
So put some money in em
As if they was a slot machine
There so many feinds out here
Not-knowin anything they can stop the creme
Im Lil Wyte
And Im gunna get them bitches where they be at
With 20/20 vision
It int hard for me to see that
Its on!
Its on!
Time to stack these dollas
I got a couple of birds
in the back of the Impala
The Blackberrys on
You know the numba HOLLA
I drop it in the hood
and they hit it out for dollas
Its on!
Its on!
Time to stack these dollas
I got a couple of birds
in the back of the Impala
The Blackberrys on
You know the numba HOLLA
I drop it in the hood
Hear ye, hear ye
Yessir
Got my dog Lil Wyte in the house
Lil Wyte!
You dig it? Then dig this shit
He gon tell you how we do it in Memphis city streets
Fraiyser Bay Area
Ghost ride a lil bit out there
I Ghost ride the whip
Always syrup sip
Ridin through the hood with a real bad bitch
Car changin colors ridin high and gotta piss
26s flickin so you know that im the shit
I ghost ride the whip
I jump out the car and flick
Its easier to do it with Lamborghini doors on ya shit
TV screens? Nope, but an over $50000 studio
What was I thinkin? I only paid $700 fo it
Make a track in the back while i crack another seal
Show no slack with that yak pass the blunt and give me pills
Its 2 pints of syrup in the mini fridge sittin on chill
And a sprite and ice dispencer right beside the steering wheel
I drank that drank and smoke that dank with a real bad bitch
Bendin through the hood to be exact we on 26
Inches sittin high
Haters sick when i ride by
Thats why i keep a cannon in my lap in case they wanna try
Im screwed up like a motherfucker!
My minds sittin on easy street
Ghost ridin the whip sittin high rollin up the greenery
Tell me can you stop the colors from flippin on the scenery
Bangin so hard you feelin me way before you even seein me
I got that thang cocked its stashed but not far out of reach from me
Get wrong and ill put some knots on yo door like a peaches seed
Then run home to yo momma and holla Lil Wyte been bein mean to me
But im gone motherfucker i had to mash out theres plenty more streets to creep
The Bay Area and bitch we keep big stacks of that stinkery
I sip syrup motherfucker and dont really care what you think of me
A bad blonde broad beamin up my charm and my pinky ring
You see me on them 24s fuckin tatted up
These suckas hate my guts cause i whip that batter up
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
I keep a K or a sawed off in my hand
I keep my stacks wrapped up in them rubber bands
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
They hate my guts hate your guts why?
I be gettin it big
Gotta do it fantastic with fabulous lavoushness
Livin all around me
Eyes are kinda cloudy
600 dollas an O Z
The best trees in cali
Money in my pocket bitch
Wrapped in rubber bands n shit
Call me if ya got a problem get me we can plan some shit
Grab the black mask n shit
Blacked up 4 bags n shit
Cock the 4 5 up towards the sky and lets go mash a trick
Or we can do it old fassion and classic and rent out a club
Bring Wyte and the six for the muthafucka and let us tear it up
Either way we gon get the cheese by doin what we know
Four five to yo eye or a crowded rowdy show
I get money like bill collecters
I shine like wheel reflectors
You can talk all the trash you want ive been sprayed with hater protector
I been bakin in there for breakfast with steak as the appetizer
And Three Six Mafia just happens to be my financial advisor
I whip black and lay back pop Os and Rolls Royces
I done been up in a movie bitch sequel to choices
I get calls from other movie producers wanna use my music
And you better believe if i let em i get paid for doin it
I be tokin on some killa kill
True and real togethers trill
Considerin im the token whitey will i kill it? yes i will
Lil Wytes the name ya bitch
Put that in yo manuscript
Makin cheese and clockin grip
Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high
Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high
Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high
Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high
Im smokin on some killa kill
Yep yep Im high
Gotta do it ev'ry day
Why? Thats my lifestyle
grape cigarello filled up with good dro
Ridin down Broverly tell me what you hit fo
Come around my way better be prepared to cheif
We twist em right up out the fuckin' OZ
I be token till 6 o' clock in tha mornin'
As long as no one comes in to stop me
Im Lil Wyte the almighty good weed connoisseur
Hydro, dont ever come to ya cheap
If Im in the Memphis city streetz
Ima get the best trees
all the smack smokers can read it and weep
I lay back in the Cut
Smokin on a big blunt
Waitin on a call to get some more cronic
This shit one hit will sit cha down
have ya chokin all night ready to vomit
50 bags out tha sack in them houses mayne
Will have a pot head like me spinnin insane
Amounts of cash out these bags
of this purple kush, jack frost, and this blueberry hurricane
I got some right here ta knock ya dick in the dirt
And Im bout to pull it up out my pocket
Take it slow, dont hit it too hard
This is liable to pull ya neck
right up out its socket
Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high
Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high
Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high
Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high
Ima a California dough dough
marijuana inspecta
Always in slo-mo like I been screwed
Keep me on the low low
like a private eye
When its time to get high
Ill make the call to you
Ive been keepin some good shit
Ohhh all the good shit
Give me a name and
Ill find it and blow it
If I cant locate within week
We'll get the seeds
And we'll fuckin grow it
Aint no thang to me
Pimpin' its just me
Really it all depends on the consumer
How many times have you heard of it
causin' a heart attack or givin someone a tumor
None! I said it, not a one
Zero, zilch, nodda, zero
Ill take a mothafuckin pound to the head
Ima stoner, call me the ganja hero
Laugh at what you wanna laugh at man
Crash where ever you wanna crash at man
After you hit this blunt, take a puff of this silvia
It'll put cha in the trashcan
I smoke almost everything I can inhale
like Sticky said, he's got Forbidden Fruit
I said break it down, roll it up, lite it up
Ill be the judge of this Jesus Juice
Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high
Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high
Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Get high. get high, get high
Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Lite it up (Lite it up)
Shiny rims like a star, i've been tippin on some bong
Blow a ounce of that good, when i come through my hood
They be like, i likes dat bout dat boy
They be like, i likes dat bout dat boy
Night lite flickin high, and im ridin in a benz
I sware when im in it, i got so many friends
I got so much money, in my pocket right now
Bad broad to my right, rollin blunts, pickin up da pound
Got a forty cal. sittin on my left leg, hand on the woodgrain
V-12 engine, plus the bump bang
Cruizin through da bay, going to fuck wit UTT
Gotta holla at my folks when im in these city streets
I be in and outta town like a greyhound bus
As soon as i reach da town im callin my boo to get in them guts
I gotta do it big, why? everybody is watchin
Comin through da hood iced out shinin and flossin
Shiny rims like a star, i've been tippin on some bong
Blow a ounce of that good, when i come through my hood
They be like, i likes dat bout dat boy
They be like, i likes dat bout dat boy
If i come down ya block, and ya see them twenty fours
Just know i could of put twenty sixes on this hoe
They would fit with no rub, would have fit like a glove
But im five foot nine so i would have had to jump up in the truck
And i got things to do, places to go
People to see, dro to smoke
Liquor to drink, pills to roll
Money to make, and money to blow
Ive been grindin since i as seventeen
So im supposed to have it
Shinin like a diamond
Hatas sick and man they cant stand it
Doubt me now's a classic
Phinally phamous was unbelievable
The one and only's gunna be the cd that they bleedin for
And yes i know my game has stepped up
Im a grown man, theys like dat bout dat boy
Hatas still dont understand
Shiny rims like a star, i've been tippin on some bong
Blow a ounce of that good, when i come through my hood
They be like, i likes dat bout dat boy
You punks better back up
I dont need no back up
You get high drunk then you cowards wanna act up
I tote a 9 with a choppa on the back seat
I tote a 9 with a choppa on the back seat
Im strapped up loose as a goose yeah im drunk
Popped some pills on the way here to deal with you punks
Get up out my grill before you end up gettin split
Ill use your head for target practice and youll end up gettin hit
You deep down in the dirty
You chirpin nervous like a birdy birdy
Did ya heard me
Dont cha worry
Let me cleverly re word it
You are in my world and youre about to get fucked up
Heres my Cingular use it quick and call your backup up
By the time they get here you'll be bleedin and have yo ass kicked to the ceilin
Dont you see we dont even believen 90 percent of the shit you preachin
So sucka back up shoulda neva decided to act up
On a regular day i have enough haters to fill up the back of a mac truck bitch
Creepin down the slab
Peter piper had to pack
A perpatratin pistol playin pussy lackin all respect
For the game and ev'ry one around so we broke his neck
Claim killa but for real i sent the real killas a check
Yeah thats right i sent some change to the ones who did the dirt
I woulda got em but the day they got em my ass had to work
I was outta town after a show countin up my cheese
Gotta phone call from onion talkin bout i need a g
He said i got heavy D tied up on the couch
Face down with a rifle wound bleedin out his mouth
I asked was he dead
He said naw but i cant keep him here long
Everytime i turn around
Baby i need this, baby i need that
Man im like bitch I cant give you shit, i cant give you shat
I cant give you nothin, i cant fuck with yo period
I can let you suck my dick tho
Bill folds of 20s
Bank rolls of 100s
Body bags of 50s
Yeah im out here gettin money
Theres too many ways to get it if you jokin it aint funny
If you hatin cause i got it you a god damn dummy
Put yo brain in some books and quit
Worryin bout these hoes
Either get a 9 to 5 quick and start sellin dro
Life dont get crazier than this, Im tellin you because i know
I aint always had cheese i used to be very broke
Thats when i realized i could flow and i jumped up on the track
I was only 17 a studio is all i lacked
Now im 24 and got currency by the stack
M town reppa liquor sippa and the souths on my back
I got that cake, I got that cake
These suckas see me out here flossin and they hate
Its 420 in the mornin and we still up
Drinkin, rappin, makin tracks, trynna get these bucks
We gon get it even if it kill us yes we are
How you think we afford this candy paint on all these cars
Gotta crib here in Memphis across the street from the green
I can watch a golf game on my porch and smoke weed
What you think about that, i be ballin you know me
Get a lot of cake er'ry year thanks to H.C.P.
I done made it to the top
Now im flossin and they hate
This one year gon make me a millionaire and i cant wait
I be doin what i do so good lil pimpin cant quit
Im gon get the doe regardless so you haters aint shit
200 and 15 diamons on me at all times
They aint huge but in the day light these bitches shine
Got a bad motherfuckin bitch cookin up steak
She aint worried bout shit cause she know i get that cake
If i come through your hood ill be comin with my boys
All our guns weigh a ton and our trucks makin noise
We aint got no time to be fuckin round with these hoes
We gotta get it get it quick and thats the way the game goes
I be puffin on some dro, i be sippin on some crown
Im the caucasion persuasion and i stay puttin it down
If you wanna 16 its gon cost ya 16
Wassup with y'all?
I'ma take this time right now, to thank the men, Paul and Juicy
for making all this possible you know what I'm sayin'?
When you comin' from the bay, alot of things don't seem like they can't happen in life
You just gotta put effort into it, you know what I'm sayin'?
H.C.P we fixin' to rock this, we did it again, you know what I'm sayin'?
Let me tell you a lil' somethin' real
Around here a nigga tryina get them a meal
Climb that hill like jack and jill
But when I need to climb a nigga still keep it real
Fuck they way you other nigga feel
I'ma put a bullet in ya ass fo real
So push on nigga cause you'll never get a deal
Fuckin' with us yeah you'll get cha self killed
Get cha self killed
Suckers run up to get beat down
Never in the public unless I got my fucking heat round
Niggaz got some problems leave you bitches underneath ground
Oh no you niggaz didn't think a muthafucka weak now
Niggaz tryina chill I ain't with that fuckin' cross shit
Fraysier Boy'll leave yo pussy ass in the trunk bitch
Hypnotize Minds muthafucka ya we done this
Prayin' I don't have to kill a nigga over dumb shit
Lord Infamous the mercendary lethal lyrical butcher
Mafia so general gang member and pusher
Livin' legend in Memphis hood project is slum
Fresh hit a (blay) then you hear the spray from the tommy gun
Body goes numb and ya eye lids close
From the lead over dose when I split cha kinda low
Cause my trigger finger only do nothing but squeeze
I'ma shoot ya bitch ass everywhere but under your feet
I swear alot of niggaz blame me for shit I ain't got shit to do with
Nigga show it and prove it
I always heard my CD wasn't big enough for a royce
but I ain't believe until we bought a couple of them hoes
When you was style you gotta watch what you do
Cause niggaz look for the smallest reasons to point fingers at you
They want so bad for somebody to come up over the 6
You better hurry up boy I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH
Juicy J yes I'm that nigga
Smokin' all the weed and I'm drankin' all the liquor
A nigga always strapped I gots to get mine
Nigga tell yo bitch quit waistin' my time
Fuck these wanna be thugs ain't never did crime
Nigga workin' for the feds and droppin' them dimes
I don't fuck with you bitches don't mess with yo kind
You can stay on yo corner and sniff on yo line (NIQQA)
You better hurry the fuck up if your going to do what I did nigga
Plaqs all over the muthafuckin' place, movies
uthafuckin' houses every muthafuckin' where
You better hurry up
And to you bitch ass niggaz supporting them you better
super muthafuckin' hurry up and help these niggaz out
Cause when somebody do take my muthafuckin' place
you muthafuckas going to be to muthafuckin' old to see it bitch
hurry the fuck up nigga
I woke up early to see the sunrise right across from outta of my eyes
Let me see these haters clearly whenever I stop down the drive by
I am a dramatic, most static addict, a rehab with automatic
doubt me now I made it, phinally phamouse bout to let you have it
This is not a game kin fold game not playin' with ya
Gotta brang the slangs ?? ain't gone paint yo picture
Some of the story we can tell it's just bout a communication
The shit you take turn the head all over the nation
I been waitin' for vacations and the money that I'm makin'
Muthafuckas hatin' now that I'm on they times
Waisted I'ma do it for the bay and for my children and the war
And let these non believers know that we all been here before
Reality don't exsist like ?? dream, quote, Johnny Wide miss him bad may he rest in peace
A livin' legend is what ya lookin' at and will now crown
bay area it is da hood of da brave
bay area none my boys are afraid
bay area we got dat work down here
bay area we let it go fo da low round here.
flickin through da bay bumpin marvin gay sunny days i gots to get payed 20 k oh and by the way the bar shifted of me and fraiser bizzle thats fo shizzle all da other perpatraders better be packin they pistols cuz i got pencils for pussies packin some big utinles off the hizzle i'll put this thrizzle right between both yo wizzle this is lil whizzie i'm not playin i can leave it so greasy bitch ya heard me dirty south represent to bess beileve me i got to push it and shove it either way you go i'm hot as an oven humpin and bumpin and on on its the dro the hcp family gonna represent until i die of daze satifaction this happens to be always on my phase fraiser bou and v my fans and all my faculty is half of the reason W Y T E won't let me rest in peace couldn't of done it wit out billy many aren't wit my ass get yo ass slapped silly when you fuck up in da bay
This is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on
Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
But it hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about to fry
Check it out I roll with Swisher Sweets
And all day long I'm down to smoke
When it comes to chiefin' dope
Its got to be dro to make me choke
What's the word up on the low
I'm a let you know soon as I hear
That dro gone take a few hours
But I got hook ups on that pure
What you want player What you need
Comes to you no stems or seeds
Twist it up just as quickly as you get it and you will see
Swisher Sweets and greenary
Gone leave you floatin' like the sea
Carribean Islands where I find them dope dealers supplin' me
I got no time for yo bullshit
When you say you ain't got my goods
Check yo references and find out I'm reliable in the hood
Give me bab I wish you would
You'll see just how Lil' Wyte work
Say you pushin thunder chicken
Bag it up let's watch it twurk
If it's some dirt, then you'll get no cheese in return when I come back
The only reason I do that
Is to get a refund on my stack
But if its fire I'm comin' back
To get some mo and that's a fact
Bet's the believe it's got to be goody goody green
That's where it's at
This is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on
Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
But it hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about to fry
So you got a quarter key of some that California chronic
If its fire I'm jumpin' on it
And if it ain't I'm bouncin' off it
It ain't no profit comin' back
A big ole bag of Bobby Brown
Soon as get that shit I'm Frayser bound
And down to smoke a pound
I never frown as long as that Mary Jane is all up in my system
Too bad you miss them What
Them six blunt that we turned to victims
Its on again
Like you got a two liter coke and a fifth of Hen
Steppin' in everywhere you go fallin' down
Cause you ten seats in the wind
Throwin' up nothin' but liquer and bud
Slow ya roll dog you to fuck up
You gone end up like the rest of them fools
Face down in the flo' cause you got to buck
I got some problems just like you do too
But there's always tommorrow
Will mo solve em'
Pass me the blunt I'm gettin tired of hittin on this bottle
It's almost over for me and you
My ass about to pass out
One mo thing before I go
Never mind just put that fuckin' dope out
I'm smoked out
And there ain't no way I'm gone keep on a going
I should of been in bed a long time ago
I know it
This is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on
Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
Motherfucker it's on nigga Hypnotize motherfucking Minds got damn it
Once again Lil' Wyte it's going down Lil' Wyte Doubt Me Now
The new album, Yea for all you haters and you motherfuckin' wannabes
Hypnotize Minds niggas here so motherfucking homework for you bitches
Study the motherfucking albums hoes that's all you do
You wanna be me motherfuckers
Fuck these bitches WE RUN THIS SHIT!
Yeah, Lil' Wyte putting it down for that HCP
Hypnotize Minds straight from Memphis motherfucking Tennessee
Out the bay area
Putting down for all my dawgs, stay down
For all the haters fuck y'all
Every each and one of y'all motherfuckers can doubt me now motherfucker
Cuz I got hardest track in the motherfuckin industry
It's going down maine
Know what I'm saying
This is my time so listen up I'm finna bump
I'll give you something I know you been waiting on
With HCP all on the track, airborne attack, strike from the back
Take off yo slack hoe
This for the ones all in the fields searching fo' real
Music to fill I got the antidope
Quote the words I write bout to unite
And light up the room brighter than the sun through a telescope
Beats out the frame I'm still the same
Thoughts were erased from the shit
That I dropped from my underground tapes
Coming with the raw I ain't tryin to fall
Even though I'm small
I give it to ya at 300p's at eight feet tall
Light up the blunt pass it to me
No stems or weeds
I'll take your blunt and smoke it in your face
Dro is around I will be found
Picking on the pound
Taking a sample just to let you know how it taste
White in my blood never touched a drug
Don't expect a hunter
Don't thank Lil' Wyte don't be getting fucked up
XTC pills ooh make you feel
Like man of steel
Make me get up with my boots you be fucked up
Creep on the cut hit the strip in the bay
Holla at my dogs too many names for me to say
Cuz if I could I would but see can't and I ain't
Don't take it personal get with me later all blanks thank
And this the first song couldn't went wrong
Picking it off the shelf to make a part of your collection at home
I'll write my shit, I'll drop my shit, on your dick and shit
Have you having criped all up in yo backbone
Begging my legacy giving the best of me
Life has been stressing me time to impress the streets
Not enough time, not enough money could come close
Nigga like Wyte is doing this for them haters to see
I done hook up with the camp
You can doubt me now
I'm about to cruise the map
You can doubt me now
For all them chatter and teeth
Bitch doubt me now
Haters even in the streets
Hoe dobt me now
I'm gone be rolling in some dough
But you can doubt me now
You said there will be no hoping
You can doubt me now
I told ya that I was gonna make it
You can doubt me now
The heart part you with a face
You can doubt me now
Fuck what you, who gives a fuck what you bitches say
I'm putting this one down for tha Bay you can bet bitch
Commin to tha Bay, round my way I'm a vet bitch
Launchin lightning by tha pound
Call me mister coke and crown
In the town I'm found we got tha sound to make them haters frown
Break it down
Now B is beating niggas about
Y is yours now figga it out
Constantly questioning all tha bickerin ghetto fab is what I'm bout
Got me commin up on hustling
Pen pad I have to preach
Fuck what you say if you disagree me run in tha streets
I'm always commin wit sum mo'
Probly fuckin on yo hoe
If you car got took I'm tha one who threw tha brick through tha window
Repercussions, guts are gushin head gets busted for practically nuttin
Consequences they fold up, its splatter close will be discussed
And Frayser's where my roots were sold and so that's where I call my home
If it wasn't for tha Bay, tha rap game I would not belong
Hear this song man who gives a FUCK what you bitches say
Don't get wrong, when you get got just blame it on da Bay
If your hoe get fuck (You can blame it on da Bay)
If your car get took (You can blame it on da Bay)
If your boys get shot (You can blame it on da Bay)
Someone run up in your spot (You can blame it on da Bay)
If your clique get hit (You can blame it on da Bay)
Robbed blind fo sum shit (You can blame it on da Bay)
Beat down in these streets (You can blame it on da Bay)
Get jacked fo sum green (You can blame it on da Bay)
Blame it on da Bay is what they all say when something happens round they way
Either they too scared or too wrong to bring to our face
Add it up - took his hoe, stole his car, and shot his bro
By now someone like me should be dead but ya know
I'm tha one superstar out tha hood, its all good
Cause tha hood that I plug is tha Bay understood?
Rock 'em, sock 'em leave 'em for dead but keep up in yo sight
Tightly lock up 'em off in tha dungeon wit out a crack of light
Frayser B-O-U-N-D must be all up inside of me
M-E-M-P-H-I-S crunkest city in Tennessee
Blame it on da Bay if there's a glitch up in your atmosphere
Hear tha sound of money being made and its so crystal clear
Haters watch tha street strapped wit heat that I'm feelin fine
Gradually I peak over tha steep hills that I have climbed
And when I get finished with this path that I'm bout to pave
Please know that I wouldn't be shit wit out tha fuckin Bay
Cold purple sprite
Full of 'lean in my cup
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
All the haters in the hood
Make me wanna cock and bust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
I done made a lot of money
Ain't to many that I trust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
But i'ma keep on hustlin'
'Til my body turn into dust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
I was born an raised a good old southern boy
With money up on my mind
Took a thought turned it into a rhyme
And now I do this shit all the time
Purple 'lean in my cup
I'm throwin' a blunt of 'dro up in my mouth, and I feel pimps in forthly
We the shit ya'll need to quit hating on the south
Cause we just trying to make it like all the rest of them mother fuckers is
I got talent and raw skills to pay the bills
So i'm gonna rock the biz
Call me what you wanna call me
Arrogant, evilish and conceited
I will sell CD's off in cicaly, italy, also in new zealand
Gettin that international money
Climbin higher up that ladder
Grindin' daily, bitch, pay me
I gotta' get my pockets fatter
Memphis Tennessee is the place
Where I got all my special training
Physical, mental, spiritual, lyrical
Acheived it all without complainin'
I got a...
Cold purple sprite
Full of 'lean in my cup
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
All the haters in the hood
Make me wanna cock and bust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
I done made a lot of money
Ain't to many that trust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
But i'ma keep on hustlin'
'Til my body turn into dust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
I'm a motha' fuckin' nympho
Rubbin' tip toes
Sippin' line in the back of a benzo'
Hate me last year
Wait til this year
You gonna have a lot more shit to be sick fo'
Runnin' the street and not givin' a fuck
Still makin big money and get my dick suck
I'ma hold it down for my town
At the same time
Goin' to town to get some more bucks
If you gotta problem wit that
Bring it to the hood
Find me on my block
And i'll kick your ass
Ride on the same
Cause we done whooped plenty of motha fuckas
Just for talking all that trash
We don't give a shit bitch
That's just the mentality of the dirty south
Nobody really left the house hot
Ready to fight
But you better watch your mouth
I roll with some of the rowdiest, buckest, crunkest fucka's
In the nation
And even if you keep me slippin' solo
You won't bust a raisan
Serious though
I got dough
You broke, and know the score
Purple sprite and paper flow
While you busy hatin' ho'...
Cold purple sprite
Full of 'lean in my cup
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
All the haters in the hood
Make me wanna cock and bust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
I done made a lot of money
Ain't to many that trust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah - that's what's up!
But i'ma keep on hustlin'
'Til my body turn into dust
Yeah - that's what's up!
Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers
Be out here trying to act like
They're so hard and shit
But you always got to realize, nigga
You ain't bulletproof
And your body ain't bulletproof
At any given time
You can get your ass fucking blown the fuck off
This motherfucking place the Earth
So don't never think a nigga ain't watching
I got somebody watching
Yeah, you know what time it is
I'm a motherfucking...
Static addict, static addict, loco with that automatic
Static addict, static addict, crazy with the gun
Gimme a Glock, gimme a 4-5
And I would be straight
Might make it through the day
But by the night I'd need two AKs
A couple of sets of extra clips
And some ham sandwiches
The po-pos know me
And their used to my shananagans
I run the set, man, causing chaos everywhere
Wanna make a bet, man
I'll have you pulling out your hair
This is a have-to-do job
But on a need-to-know basis
Don't keep your eyeballs on the prize
Don't keep up with the faces
I roll with murderers, robbers
Drug dealers, killers, and rapists
Also an army on the porch
With plenty rockets a'waitin
Come test my patience, fool
And find out how Lil Wyte will react
I'll have these haters, fool
Flopping like some fish on their back
They got me fucked up
I'm about to load them trucks up
When I get crazy then you
Just might feel some hot stuff
This was not on my agenda
I was just only playing
But since you're testing my gangsta
It's too damn late for praying
Automatic gun fire busting at you hoes
To get my point across
You got raw bullet to your dome
Is what I'm about to toss
Sold me a short sack
Now you about to feel the trauma
Sulfuric acid, so clogged
In a pine box for your momma
What am I about to do
Some says you already know
Bring your family in this? No!
I ain't as cool as you folks
This shits between me and you
But between you and me
I got a feeling it might be all up to G-O-D
And you can talk all of the trash
You want it don't even matter
As long as my album keep selling
My pockets gonna get fatter
I guess the static is because
I am the chosen one
Deadly circumstances come with job
Better have your gun
You might be found bleeding
Seeking for the perpetrator
Something tells me he real far
And you won't find him, player
Quit your crying, bitching
And your whining, hating
Faking, fronting
I'll run your ass up up off the block
'Cause I'm a motherfucking
Static addict, static addict, loco with that automatic
[Lil' Wyte]
Go on and slip me two Xanax Bars - I'm ready to get full
5th of Crown to wash it down, I'm downtown snapping rolls
Ain't no shame up in my game - in fact I'm mentally deranged
Oxycotton in my system - man I'm feeling kinda strange
Watch me choke up on this dope - Blueberry from Texas
She wanna get up in rotation that's too bad cause I'm stressing
by now its 1:30 am - 11 Percocets just entered me
15 minutes from this second - I'll be crawling on my knees
Laughing at the crowd of all the clowns that be surrounding me
Take another Loritab to calm me down and let me see
Body be relaxed - muscles be loose, and you have stopped the pain
No more bitching 'bout your day and work and driving in the rain
Put up wit' the fussing and discussion - I plant in your brain
Hypnotize ya minds, like all the rest but I come through the veins
Take a chill pill to slow me down and get back in this game
Gatta be up on ya P's and Q's to even feel it mane
(Hook 2x - [Lil' Wyte])
Oxycotton - Xanax Bars - Percocet and Loritab
Valiums - Morphine - Patches - Exctacy - and it's all up for grab
What'cha want - what'cha need - hit me up I got you mane
What'cha want - what'cha need - hit me up I got you mane
Scarecrow, scarecrow whats that you popping?
A powerful pill they call Oxycotton
But it'so tiny, and it got you dragging
Haven't you heard big things come in small packages
I prefer the orange ones with the black O-C
Take two and you can not move up out your seat
Some people melt em down in a needle and shoot 'em up
But I pop 'em with Seroquel like glue, I am stuck
[Crunchy Blac]
See I'ma pill popper - so I'ma keep poppin' em
Gimme 20 Xanax and I'ma start droppin' em
They ain't no stoppin'em - when they in my system
Mane I really miss 'em - can you help me get 'em
I heard you have Clidina, on that fucking pill shed
Gimme some fuckn Ec' - gimme some Percocets
I need me some four bar, so I can break down
Cause a nigga like me 'finna take it to fight town
(Hook 2x - [Lil' Wyte])
Oxycotton - Xanax Bars - Percocet and Loritab
Valiums - Morphine - Patches - Ecstacy - and it's all up for grab
What'cha want - what'cha need - hit me up I got you mane
Yea it’s your boy Lil Wyte. I ain’t never gave a fuck, you know me.
Boy got no license warrants probation, all kinds of shit, tags expired fuck em.
They ain’t gonna get me, I’ma keep doing my thang.
Got work in my sock, glock on the seat, we ain’t playin with em.
You have to catch me pimp. Come on catch me!
Ridin’ dirty got this weed in my sock
on the seat a plastic glock, ah shit I see the cops (yep!)
They lookin’ they lookin’ the candy got’em lookin oooh!
They lookin’ they lookin’ the candy got’em lookin oooh!
I’m binning through the Bay, and I’m white as a ghost
Candy Chevy brown rag lookin’ like some French toast
Got knock in the back, big rims and limo tint
It don’t matter ‘cause the po-pos they know who’s up in it
It’s me W-Y-T-E flickin’ down your block
Got some weed in my sock and on my seat a plastic glock
And it’s cocked ready to go, ready to blow in the battle field
If the bullet don’t put you down, the beating from the handle will
I’m riding dirty like Chamillitary and they’re hating
Police sitting on the next block and they’re waiting
For me to try leave the hood and jump right back on the slab
If it was up to the cop for this lil cracker they would have to grab
Now I’m riding down I-40 doing 85
Snatching four lanes trying to make the interstate mine
I was just in the Bay where the police are hot as hell
On my way to my side of town, fuck it might as well
Jump off the slab and get a box of grape swishers,
A two by four, a buzz tatorlow and chicken livers
I left the Chevy crunk and the alarm on
Jumped back in pedal to the medal straight to Shelby Farms
Beating with my Xanax man, dealing with the man in advance
Trying not to be served attention in this stranded land
But they lookin’, they lookin’ the candy got’em lookin’ oooh
[Chorus - Juicy J:]
Im getting fucked up mane im getting fucked up [4x]
A playa drinkin makas maka cranberry vodka
[Lil Wyte]
Give me a cup some ice some vodka let's go
Give me some dro let me put down the crown n coke
Im slummed out drunk as fuck and i know
You won't make it home if you ride with me bro
Cause ive been drinking since 2 started smokin round noon
With no sleep im feeling similar to a cartoon
Animated but gonna manage to make it through the day
Bein a rapper's close to bein an alcoholic that gets paid
I done seen a higher ground now that im on a different plane
If you step to me wrong im a have to show you im da mane
Im lil wyte da mothafucking drunken cracker sippin da blue top
As long as im here ill whip it so long as you never let da blues stop
[Chorus]
[Lil Wyte]
Well im fucked up! by now you should see
Maker moka n some vodka floating all through me
On tha way 2 da liquor store to get another bottle
runnin red lights never takin ma foot up off da throttle
Im a lil tispy, cock eyed, the whole 9, 40 proof or better
And i really dont fuck with wine im a wisky sippa
Sour mash is not for some i got mothafuckas
That get drunk n fight 4 fun get up out ma way
You see ma brain is on a different level
Bring some tequila out and you gonna see me
Turn into da devil im the one and only lil wyte
I do it ma way bitch, ain't down with gettin fucked up
With me? then hit da high way bitch n dat's wussup
cuz you a punkass lil bitch and thats the truth
When dem boys hit the corna I'm a gonea
when dem boys hit the corna I'm a gonea
Like (skerrrrrrr) fuck that sat goodbye to the bad guy
(skerrrrrrr) fuck that say goodbye to the bad guys
Commin out like hold up aw shit there go them 4's
DJ Paul where you at been tryin to hit you on the phone
to let you know that it's hot as cole
all around the globe
tippi toes what I'm flickin on
passin by these hoe like (skerrrrrr)
fuck that say goodbye to them bad guys
I smoke weed till' I die
I'm gon stay high
come touch this engin pimpin
I been crusin a buck
got to get away from this cops they finally cross me out of luck
the same story
every day only of guts glory
It's part of yo struggle if it you ain't got shit for me
I gon' hold it down
get my crown and keep only truckin
civilize this industry fuck up yo truck and keep on bumpin
this is some shit that you didn't think you would ever see
but since we hear turn to the back of the pack and let us be
you think we'll give up purple suryp and pimp cups
now motherfucker this the life we like in Memphis
yeah now they got me in this cell
cuz this crack man I sell
In the haven boy this crack sell well
I was in the zone 8:30 in the morn'
them po's hit the con
I got gone I had a tone
with a big bag of crack
them boy don't like that
so I had to get down like a lack
with 4 flats
I'm a grayhound
I just put the tre down
I can't be on my way down
so I'm gon have to put down
ditch the rocks I had them in a machbox
ditch the glock behind the bushes round the block
and just like the spinners I will never stop
like bukus and money we don made on the spot
I make the hood hot along with the faculty and ganegreen P.A.C
every thang we gain is green
to the bay
where my boy Lil Wyte stay
Sometimes I feel like I'm flyin'
Sometimes I feel like I'm dyin'
Maybe the world is against me
Maybe the world thinks I'm crazy
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing
Maybe the world is against me
Maybe the world is a lie
(I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy)
Maybe the world is a lie
(I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy)
Maybe the world is a lie
(I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy)
Maybe the world is a lie
(I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy)
Maybe the world is a
Maybe I can feel it 'cause I know I'm high
Maybe I can ride 'cause I'm born to die
Maybe I can jump 'cause I know I'm high
Maybe I can kill 'cause it's in my eye
I don't know why I'm seein' things
I don't know why I'm bein' insane
I wish I could wake up from this dream
But until then I feel this disease
Sometimes I feel like I'm flyin'
Sometimes I feel like I'm dyin'
Maybe the world is against me
Maybe the world thinks I'm crazy
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing
Maybe the world is against me
Maybe the world is a lie
(I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy)
Maybe the world is a lie
(I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy)
Maybe the world is a lie
(I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy)
Maybe the world is a lie
(I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy)
Maybe the world is a
Now that I have my chance to rearrange it
Crazy is the word that I use to explain it
Find out what gon' happen in the end
When the ball leave the court and the paper leave the pen
It's a fucked up, shit that we walk through
On a daily basis some folks you can't even talk to
So I stomp through all of my obstacles with pleasure
The top two's me and I so who's better?
Take me to a place everyday Sunday weather
Put me in the sand dro in my hand forever
Reality strikes, 'cause yall been kickin' the bite
I feel like I been gone a month but I ain't left out ya sight
I'm havin' visions of dyin' but God can control so break
The only thing they truly bring to life is the shit you take
I might be labeled as crazy I'd rather be dead than brave
The recognition of my mission is to take it in hate
Maybe the world is a lie
(I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy)
Maybe the world is a lie
(I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy)
Maybe the world is a lie
(I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy)
Maybe the world is a lie
(I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy)
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inhaled by heart
When the fuck you gon' start recognize that life is a game
And it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't 'bouta change
I'm snatchin' your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
It's all over mane, in which direction he makes a zane?
I ain't 'bout that fame, I'm 'bout the cheese and this 'bouta bring
So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
I'm starting all over with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like boulders
I'm hard ta top, shoot at plenty I bet it's gon' knock it, whatever I drop
But even your beef can't touch what I got
You wildin' or not, if is so bring all your beef ta the spot
Hope you got your glock, I'm strapped with no hesitant ta pop
So back your words up and keep on choking out on that cock
You like it or not, it's everlasting, ain't 'bouta stop
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
Aiyo, smoke something, choke something, get real nice
We ain't gon', fall on our face but we gon' be right
Look, police ain't around when I do my dirt
Becuz I map it all loud and then I put in work
You with them freaks, I be in the streets
Y'all be wearing them Bee's, I be wearing Ree's
Running wit' my g's from the U T P
This is where I'm gonna be until I D I E
Wodie, it's goin' down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay
Where niggaz drank VSOP until they breath stank
Bitch gatta say something, err' time
They never handle they business but staying in line
Seeking you will find, the loaded up 9
Wanted at 'cha 'cuz it of fa' stealin' my mind
Juvenile and Three-6 thats a one of a kind
Tooken up yo golds, nigga, get ready ta blind
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
I'm 'Bouta crash da club, break the law
Throw some chairs, crack your jaw
If it's killing season, ain't no reason, ain't no need ta stale
I'm the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain
Non stop pop from the top of the clip in ya glock
I still don't feel you, mane
'Cause of that, ground the coke and now I'm puffin' a pound of dro
When I'm on that level and wit' my killaz you will be found on the flo'
I must confess, I ain't 'bout shit but if you think ta cross me, bitch
You'll end up stanky, walk the planky and empty out your pockets, bitch
Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck
Wit' these issues that I'm facing daily I should tote a tec
Get respect that's no option, all the haters filled with toxin'
Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get ta flossin'
Causing problem, dodging bullets, soon as I corrupt the scene
Leaving damage, making havoc reaction fuckin' with me
Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame
Lead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Man, I'm messed up
the hell
what kind of pill was that
man it sound like I hear someone screaming
what the fuck
man I'm sooo fucked up, God I promise let me live
tonite
man I will never get high again
I'm slummed out right now, that ain't no suprize
Dilated pupils seein doubles out of both my eyes
I hit up a little spark, got 'em for no charge, and fuck with his boy
Zanex bars call 'em totem poles or even tonka toys
I popped half and then popped the other half and hit the crown
Then put my shot glass down and poured another round
I'm starting to fill everything I just put into my body
Liquor and the bars got me right though I might look retarded
Get up out my way little quicka with the K
Even though I'm fucked up I'ma still maintain
Got sumthin in my brain like do damn thang
Like tell the same mayne's ass soft insane
I'ma monsta when I'm high specially on some bars
Don't need to cop lyrically can catch a charge
Runnin down the street yellin fuck the police
With Reeboxs on my feet high on 4 more bars
I'ma hold my crown and I'ma rep my Memphis pop my pills, smoke all my deeros
Be fucked up fall out in public fallin out on crackers and negros
Ho you think you know Lil Wyte I'm telling you rightcha now
You hold out I'ma find out better pull 'em out and pass them sticks around
Totem poles, Candy bars, even Yellow ladders
Tonka toys, White sticks it don't really matter
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you
Totem poles, Candy bars, even Yellow ladders
Tonka toys, White sticks it don't really matter
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you
One little pill you can break down into fo's
Guaranteed when mixed with liquor it gone have on the flo'
Take advantage of the power the sticks put off every hour
Try to over do it you gone find yourself off in the shower
This is not some powder the effects are completely differant
You are not a coward if you pop one and get scared of the shit
You might forget what you did the night before if you want 'em
Better get somebody to be witcha only if they ass is sober
Gotta keep my fuckin brain on chicken lane change only if the beat bang
I'll be able to do my thang no what I got to do know why I gotta rock
Fucked up or not I'ma take this shit to the top
If you see me in the streets betta believe me this cracker is off the hezzy
Memphis, Tennessee is my stopping ground and zanex bars just went down in me
This weed in me and Henessey all over my academics T
Was fucked up and doubled in for shit but fallin up out the S-U-V
They serious don't play with 'em if you can't handle 'em come my way
We'll rock 'em to the BAY and we'll deal 'em up on the slang
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe
If you a killer motherfucker, bring your anna to my door
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody knows
If you riding with someone you know and they turn up this song
you riding with a motherfucker that think I did 'em wrong.
consequences come to those who chose to fuck with lil wyte
not always physical sometimes mental and emotional right
I'll outsmart you in a fight and come back harder on the mic
theres an inner spiritual demon that possess me to write
now that I made all these moves
my music causing some havoc
this shit is pick me up so wat in the fuck did you expect god dammit?
as long as the beat keep on rollin, my pockets gonna get swollen
I know they hate me, they let me know the first time that I told 'em
I got a mind and it's focused
you got some serious issues
I got family friends, and fans and you ain't got no one to miss you
I bet you'll life gettin hard
you lived your life in a yard
Im for real I know theres something when you sold both of your cars
you mad at me cause I made it, I'm only havin some fun
see me on mtv yelling out who gives a fuck where you from
you might be tough with your gun but look for fun in saddham
doubt me now ?? I told you wyte was gon drop bombs....
yeah it's time to speed on up, we finna go into another motherfucker
galaxy nigga, bass check #2, BEEATCH
wake up bitch reality creepin around the corner
you so fucked up you couldnt be an organ donor
when I see you, I'm knockin yo head up off of your shoulders
you gon be like ah shit when you feel
these tiny boulders
you fuckin with the wrong one
the HCP cracker main, slap you man, stab you man
even quick to crack your brain
I ain't got no time for hatin faggots on the grind
keep on passin by cause I got something
you'll never fuckin find
this the realest of the real
hope you feelin it and if you dont
extend your arm and grab your remote
and turn down your radio
meanwhile, I'm gon give it raw
and write it as nasty as this shit can be
Its easy when you rappin over the hardest motherfuckin beats
I am not braggin, and I'm not big headed, nor am I conceded
but I'm proud of myself and the way I supposedly succeeded
you wanna bring it to my door
or be a bitch and catch me slippin
Yo mamma yo daddy yo greasy greasy grand mammy
Man they gettin wild as fuck era body gettin crunk
Gimme room gimme room quit stepin on my toes
Yo mamma, yea I seen her butt naked in the front row
Yo daddy, yea I heard he was in vip smokin dro
Yo grand mammy, yea I know she is a groupie from the 70's
Aint no age limit to listen to me and all my melodys
Yo mamma, on the dance floor gettin crunk n' drunk off chris
Yo daddy, so full of beer this is the sixth time that he pissed
Yo grand mammy, man I know shes super buck cuz she feelin me
Listin to good ol' boys I guess she stole her grand sons cd
Yo momma, tellin you you need to be more like little wyte
Yo daddy, askin you how your gunna pay your bills and get it right
Yo grand mammy, sittin in the back fillin somthin bumpin knowin its my smokin song
Smells something good cookin or could it jus be grandmas bong
Yo momma, on sadder days fliped a benz truck on double dubs
Yo daddy, wears white wear camo when he be huntin doves
Yo grand mammy, has been smokin sense this cd came out and that ain't all
She swiched all her voloums and replaced all her tylenol
Yo momma, red light head bobing bumpin riddin spinners
Yo daddy, in the seat stayin to the beat gettin super crunk
Yo grand mammy, crunk still but twice buck as both as those up in front
Pops with the auto radio puttin some knock in the trunk
Yo momma, wanted spinners for christmas and'll she will probly get em
Yo daddy, also thinks that there pretty cool, so you know hes wit em
Yo grand mammy, doesnt give a shit as long as she can ride and jus be seen
On the BIlls St. stripin 2 a.m where all the ballers be
Yo momma, calls the cab from wet willys cuz shes on the floor
Yo daddy, sees Mike Tyson and wanted to put a tattoo on his nose
Yo grand mammy, Man I love that woman shes a trip to be around act a clown
She might hit you frist fuck up after a couple rounds
Yo mamma, she 25, and 16 when she had you
Yo daddy, 25, 24 maybe 22
Yo grand mammy, the reason why she buck cuz shes barly 48
Start this night out right so i dont fall on my face
I got some red necks wit me ready to get drunk and shot da gauge
They got 6 shots of tequila and half a bottle of bacardi
The bottle came from someones cooler when we left the bonfire party
They constantly askin fo mo and tryin to pour me up a shot
Incredible hulk mixed wit vodka and a skotch on the rocks
Crown royal wit coke a bud light my eye balls afloat
So much fuckin liquid in me i got to hit da pisser fo sho
Keepin up wit hill billys actin silly drunker then shit
This might compare to my smokin song but pimpin this is not it
This is my drinkin song so you know wut you got to do
Drink twelve or twenty one or wut eva you do but dont stop at two
This is my drinkin song
And there aint no rules wut you waitin on
Pop a bottle pour your self a shot or even brew your own
If your goin to drink might as well drink until you hit the floor
Afta you hit the floor get yo ass up and pour a couple mo
Aight im alright listen to my words I have dranken up half the bar
And still yet a swurl I heard
I looked down at red neck he look like he was about to hurl
Brother robby actin similiar but was spinnin like the world
Now real rednecks can get drunk like some shit ive neva seen
Ten shots bud lights fo chasin and ready for round eleventeen
Demolition derbys at the races rodeos and hill streets
When ever legal liqour sold white folks will meet
But we all want to get fucked up and when i say we
Im talkin about every nationality on this g.l.o.b.e
And some do, some dont, some might like it, some wont,
I'll tell you wut i love this so much im fucked up right now
We jump in slappa's car dont worry this fool wasnt driven
The outcome would of been ridiculous and we wouldnt of survived
Believe it or not i was the most sober of the five of us
Liquor in me got to piss again i feel like im bout to bust
Good thing we got out the exit fo me to handle my buisness
I jumped out to drain my lizard and god as my witness
I see a truck load of moonshine hideing behind some trees
Wit the keys in it and nobody around
No one but me this mean we can get drunker and crunker
And make us some cheese from mariana arkansas
Through the woods back to tennessee
This event start anotha good ol'boy fraiser drinkin day
I got an offering to refuse a five piece a dro for two's
Feeling greeky across the color G's so I'm super cool
Take a trip to the ATL, holla at my boy Terrel
Though that's where he want me to meet him so far situation swell
Hit him up as soon as I get in town we go rendezvou
Ten for the four is what I got instead of five for two
Nervous is bout to back the po po's hotter than an iron skillet
Also in the back I got my gat in case I have to peel it
Watchin' all my mirrors as I make a left on Old Nat
Thankin to myself he said eleven where this fool at
Bigger mounts of cash, duffle bags I get a tax invasion
Last thang in my life that I don't need to add is incarceration
Hardest racing and I'm racing back and forth all in the van
Blue lights everywhere I'm high as hell and you couldn't understand
Palms are sweaty and my eyes are glued so far into my rearview
I see the dude who got the dope and I think he see me too
It's zero tolerance around here (fuck them laws)
It's zero tolerance around here (man fuck them laws)
And it's all good no ones around he pulled up right beside me
We got a room at holiday inn so now he right behind me
Its been awhile since we kicked it so its gone be a minute
I got a bag full of dough and a four-five up in it
Cause I don't know if this fool got something up his sleeve
He could be tryin to get me or just fuckin with me
I got feelin operation is gonna go as planned
Without a site of disturbance to fuck up my demands
Exchange was made and now I got the dope up in my hands
10 pounds of dro for four thousand dollars stashed up in the van
I tell em holla and I vamp out back to the M
I put it in drive and then I glance back one time at him
I left the atl at 9:30 no time to waste
I got a box of cigarillos began to blaze
I hit the interstate pop the hood and caught triple A
Six hundred dollars five hundred miles until the bay
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool mayn
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool
Get the hell out my face before I catcha case
Mother fuck you punks why you all in my shit
you ain't shit you lucky your ass ain't already been hit
I been thinkin' bout takin' you out
and I ain't talkin' lunch you can figure it out
right after you finish eating this punch
and it ain't in a bowl served up with four boney knuckles
im a killa bitch mag 90 and ak are my uncles
we be clicked up ready to mash and dump on some bitches
choke that dick up you a hoe and I don't fuck wit snitches
we quick to kick there ass pussys put in a bad situation
im real mad and aggravated and haters pushing my patience
ima catch some murda charges somethin worse if you keep on talkin'
pop you once and hop in a 5.0 feelin not talkin'.
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool mayn
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool
Get the hell out my face before I catcha case
God Damn im sick and tired of it
I hate it
don't kill him i'll be waiting have some patience
fuck some patience run his ass up out the state
and whoop em before he leave this bitch
shoulda never deceived and shit
now he looken all stupid running clean up out his boundaries and shit
claimin Memphis holla loud askin what we be about
bitch im Frasier town and you don't even live in the dirty south
I dun caught a case or 2 no problem makin in 3
got this chopper in my lap feet hesitant when you know it's me
WYT to the motha fuckin E rules is hard in these Memphis streets
proven in the back part of the all black hood on the west side of these tenakee
im rowdy to the fuckin core
can tolerate haters but hate them hores
so get up out my face before I catch another case and you end up buried underneath the floor.
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool mayn
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool
Yo, Right now we gonna dedicate this to all our soldiers,
Over there fightin for us,
You know what I'm sayin,
For all our fallen soldiers,
And all our ones that still runs with they guns,
In the field you know what I'm sayin?
This dedicated to ya'll man,
Hold it down,
U.S. mother fuckin A,
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Yeah
I'm tryina told ya boy
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Yeah
I'm tryina told ya boy
Now as I run through tha trees with my infiltry
I got my M16 and my artilary
I got my full blooded soldiers in tha back of me
And a bullet proof vest and I'm hopin I don't have to see
now will it work in tha line of fire
Or will a nigga die in tha line of fire
I'ma bust my gunz till my clips retire
America pray cuz I don't wanna expire
I'ma soldier
I'ma U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Playin around with them army toys
You wanna go to war then we can go to war
See W.Bush he sent us over boy
Them men all went and got some soldier toys
Put 'em in a battle and we'll showed you boys
That army fatigue we gonna make some noise
And blow that mother fucker from shore to shore
With bullets wizzin by, children dyin every 36 seconds
It makes it uncomfortable for me to even respect this
With this focused brain I can take myself away from pain
Turn me into rain, sprinkle it upon all of us in vein
I'm the one that was sent to make sure the sun will always shine
Try to determin the evil and good all in my twisted mind
Hopefully, this just might be the one that reaches to the world
And make a safer place to play for all our little boys and girls
Cuz I'm a soldier don't get it twisted
Get your wig split
Fifty millimeter shells aiming for the terrorist
Must have missed cuz they still comin with some big shit
Osama fucked up real deep and there ain't no time to fix it
He better be off the planet, two light years passed the moon
Rode on a magic carpet satellites gonna find him soon
He's probaly already dead fuckin with tha U.S.A
But if not he better not bring his ass up in tha bay
Let me hear tha sound of tha soldiers
I said let me hear tha sound of tha soldiers
Juicy J tha soldier boy
The marines ain't no punk and you know we keep grenades and AK's in the trunk
With Iraq we be buck, we be fightin and we stomp
With our fist, with our feet, we be ready when you jump
We don't hide behind mask like a terrorist my nigg
All I wanna do is smoke my dro..bitch
Sit on the couch get high n get throwed bitch
Or in the car windows cracked gettin loaded
I'm representin everybody out there smokin
Roll it up, fire it up, chief it up
I'm ready to get fucked up
Soon as I get control of the dro I'm ready to feel the stuff
Light green marijuana been tellin me how it wanna
Go get up wit a swisher split the middle and bone a
I feel that I should get atleast one commercial from King Edward
I been smokin these blunts so long and look where my futures headed
I feel that dro work like Wheeties to rappers that are intelligent
Smoke you one and hit the mic the rest of the shit is irelevent
A lot of shit has happened since the last time you've heard my album
And I ain't talkin about no acid, oxycotton or valiums
I'm talkin about myself all the shit I've seen and the green I smoke
I'll be goin back to California but for now I Qoute...
All I wanna do is smoke my dro..bitch
Sit on the couch get high n get throwed bitch
Or in the car windows cracked gettin loaded
I'm representin everybody out there smokin
Smoke like a Jamaican
Wildly reefer I'm cravin
I know I should be savin
But I'm blazin I'm blazin
Feelin like I'm amazin
Mary keepin me phazin
Sometimes I mix wit girly girly just for the tastin
Used to scoopin a half a onion and you be spacin
Miami Boy with that Dade County lacin
Dirt Bag and Lil Wyte you damn right
Hypnotize minds ?? we keep it hype
Buckle up and kiss flight I could take you to the start
Where is the bud..... its in the car
Ohhh my god different flavors and colors
Hypnotize Minds presents
Lil Wyte with Three 6 Mafia
OOHHHH! It some hoes in here
It must be some players in the atmosphere
I say OOHHHH! It some hoes in here
It must be some players in the atmosphere
Now back da fuck back (un huh)
Back da fuck (un huh) back da fuck back (un huh)
Back da fuck back (un huh)
Now back da fuck back (un huh) back da back (un huh)
Back da fuck back (un huh) back da fuck back (un huh)
Strolling in the club VIP automatically
First three drinks are free as long as I get the vodka and some green
Walk back to my seat hoes are peeping me constantly
Could it be the fact that I'm Wyte or I fucked off with the three
Watch the pudding hit the flow up and down the pudding go
All around the room there's pudding clubs about to overflow
Holla at La Thunderoe tell him to put off some clothes
Get down to the club it's crunk as fuck I know he'll pull some hoes
Bottles popping everywhere too much dro is in the air
Vision blurry from the crown and club and I don't really care
All I need is another drank and mix there I'll have the bite
XTC and long island iced tea will help a forgetless nite
Damn lil momma super tight and all of her friends are looking bright
All we need is a lil' more x and a hotel room and a bag of lite
A greeny is to living life burning by the laughish layers
I know if I plenty these hoes when ever it comes crowded with some players
Yea Hypnotize Minds we gone keep it gangsta
Represent thugs and thugetts 3-6
Maine I wish I can buy you boys what you really worth
Turn around and sell you what you thank you worth
I be a bail nigga but to ad you wouldn't sell nigga
Cause you a flodgin wants so bad to be a well nigga
You swear on everything you pulled a millionaire lick
Fall up in the club with jewels or prudes and shit
I ain't gotta brag on how much money I got
I make music for rich ass posts and that's that
I can make that thang wet like a sponge bob
Wishin that she present I be standing man that's so hard
We got all the haters in the club and they be so large
Baby moma's all over ya boy so they be so hot
I'm nothing like that emcee but the ladies call me Hammerer
When I'm in the Vet they say I'm known to be the Damager
Juicy J the couple hour bangin bangin Standarler
And I don't pump no hoes off up in my rubber like you Scavengers
Is there no parkin the club still poppin the party ain't stopping
Juicy got some hoes from North North the toppin
Topless they rockin concerned about yo pockets
Knowin the character poppin they eyes up out they sockets
Watch them they sneaky I compare them to slinkies
Stretch a hoe as far as she can go and she get more pinky
Believe me I done been through it with these hoes
And only 20 years old I see more than that I behold
And ain't got shit for these face pretty faces and straight bodies
That be them bitches actin all ignorant ruining the party
I need a ride or die all on my side that's always down to smoke
When it's time to fuck I want her clothes to beat mines to the floor
Take me by surprise make sure I keep my eyes on the prize
Extra sweet southern style can't wait to get between them thighs
C'mon baby let's go hit the room I know you won't regret
Yeah...
Lil' Wyte...
HCP...
Hypnotize Mindz...
The One and Only, baby...
We got that candy round here...
Paint drippin wet round here...
Fresh to death on them folks...
Every time them girls see us...
They be like...
Oooh, it's wet...
I got that candy
(It's wet)
I got that candy
(It's wet)
I got that candy
(It's wet)
I got that candy
(Oooh, It's wet)
I got that candy drip, drippin' off the frame (off the frame)
I got that candy drip, drippin' off the frame (off the frame)
I got the candy coat a'burnin
About to dip in another flavor
For a week it's been the same color
Of tropical life savors
For seven days i'm straight
But then I need a different coat
To the paint shop I go
Push the pedal to the floor
Buffer it out - sand it down
Paint it once - paint it twice
Wet sand - paint it again
Get my baby lookin' nice
Now i'm bendin' out fee
Marble purpose green
Twenty four inches under the wheel well
Mother fucker I'm clean
Crisp white leather seats
JL audio W 7's
Banging
Knocking pictures off the wall in homes up in heaven
Catch me in my city
Bustin' doughnuts in the intersection
Colors swanging off in texas
But I prefer the term flexin'
I got that candy
(It's wet)
I got that candy
(It's wet)
I got that candy
(It's wet)
I got that candy
(Oooh, It's wet)
I got that candy drip, drippin' off the frame (off the frame)
I got that candy drip, drippin' off the frame (off the frame)
Yeah - yeah - yeah
Hypnotize Mindz super producers'
DJ Paul and Juicy J
We about to crank this thing up fast now
What?
Now i'm flexin' in the intersection
Every body see me man
Clang - clang
Rims choppin' harder then some razor blades
Memphtown repper
Liqour sipper
Drunk and still behind the wheel
Got a one hitter quitter
And I own lots of steel
Fraiyser bound bitch
And my red necks spray my whips
Told 'em make it look delicious
Make it wet
Make it drip
See me from a mile away
Hear me from three or four
I got king kong in the trunk
Beatin' up the floor
I'm flickin', shinin', lookin' good
Feelin' even better
Only thing that could bring me half way down
Is some cloudy weather
I got
Got candy drippin' - drippin'
Lookin' real gushie
A thousand flavors
I can savor
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in the charms?
Got me feelin real pimpish
Feelin real pimpish
Got me feelin real pimpish
Big wheels on the ride
Got me feelin real pimpish
Peanut butter all inside
Got me feelin real pimpish
Jealous when i ride by
Got me feelin real pimpish
Feelin real pimpish
Got me feelin real pimpish
Im feelin real damn pimpish, im blinging, im high as a kite
Im clean, im clean headed to the club tonite
If i see ya you know ima dip down and holla
As long as it dont slow up my dollas
Ima fall back way back peepin VIP
Where the club owner told us it was cool to smoke weed
Black light, neon lights all they see is the charm
We strapped, we strapped and we aint out to cause harm
In the hood stackin funds peanut butter in the ride
We aint even worried bout the haters on the otha side
Ive been feelin real pimpish since i stepped out the door
New shoes new clothes new cars and new dro
Now im circilin the bay bangin feelin real pimpish
And im feelin real pimpish from this life that im livin
I sit back and dream and them bitches come true
If i can do this shit tell me why cant you
Im a regular motherfucker just like him or her them or they
Another southerner here to play from the volunteer state
Now we officially on the roster
Memphis legends won the oscar
No more waitin in line nowhere and personally i didnt win the oscar
But i still get all the perks the game has to fucking offer
New clothes, a lot of money so im fresh as a lobster
I could do this all day lay low and make a killin
Drop it off drop it off
Bitch I got a sawed off
Put that money in the bag
Hoe I'll blow yo ass off
It all started out cool and calm, we had it under control
We had blueprints to the bank from roof to floor
My nigga Paul had them yawks and bullet-proof vests
Juicy dropped off the 600 the get away the best
We had an in-sider that was working for Union Planners
She told us everyday at 6 o clock they turn off the cameras
At 6 o five the guards go on break for milk and banannas
Six thirty guards come back from break and back on with the cameras
So that gives us twenty five minutes to get in and out
We gotta do this shit so quick and slick without a doubt
I got some folks that be down to ride all it takes a shout
And if its business they comin quicker thats what they bout
God as my witness we gonna get this one some way some how
With thirty million dollars in diamonds we cant miss out
The plans in action tomorrow we gon case it out
Give me twenty four more hours and we gon clean it out
It's going down five o'clock and we loadin the trucks up
Get the 40's get the vests get the masks get the pump
Dont forget the smoke bombs to cloud them out when we get done
Man this shits about to get so hecked up under the sun
Six o clock pullin up and we know surveillance off
Six o five guards are breaking and were waiting on the cough
Thats the sign to come in and lay everyone on the ground
Units in faces of customers so they dont make a sound
Keep your guns up and your masks on till the cash gone
Now lets get this thirty million in diamonds and mash on
8 minutes left on the clock before the cameras click
Back into rotation on the bank and they scope out the shit
Got the jewerly got the loot, situations looking cool
All of a sudden a cop comes outta no where and he start to shoot
So many rounds is wizzin by me I dont see how I aint dead
Smooth? stepped in the way with a AK and shot the cop in his head
We got the diamonds in the stash spot, and 10 in he tank
But the police on our tail an officer down in the bank
So we hit the gas threw the masks, lost the vests and ditched the gats
Made a corner, hit it fast, man these folks all on our ass
Push the 600 to the limit, we doin a dance
Fraiser hit the brakes goin 150 tryin to make em crash
Trippin in the back seat cause im high up off that mary jane
Talkin crazy, its over this time and it aint funny man
Ballin down Lamar dodgin cars and we aint tryin to stop
My Rolley onion came off of a side street and smacked a cop
But they still comin, its seven of em, and they catchin quick
After Sunroof I through a smoke bomb and they got lost in it
Make a left a right a quick left, pullin to this driveway
Turn your tail lights off and just park and dont go no where just stay
Pokey off our trail hot as hell but we still gotta shoot
Hit that
Hit that
Hit that
Hit that
Hit that
Hit that
Hit that
Hit that
alright im thinkin bout getting slumed out fuck that i know give me the lean
been in the trap hustlin all night were its hard to keep my sneakers clean
i need my do it fluid, whats do it fluid, i knew u would ask
whatever liquor u put up in your body when u wanna get trashed
so grab me a glass and poor it up fast, and dont forget the pass pimpin the blunt
i can hide your ass to be passed if u dont stay close to the front
im simply playin with a harmful brain ill kick off my shoes and relax my feet
then put on some sounds. smoke on a pound listin to a three six mafia beat
got a cup in my hand and blunt in my mouth, im straight as a mafucker now
with a masterplan that will change the land, and oya im from the dirty south
i be in the hood from dusk till dawn, late at night till the early morn
so when i get home im gonna be need something for me to be sipping on.
Trap all night sleep all day tired ass hell and my body aches
I need some of that do it fluid
I need some of that do it fluid
Trap all night sleep all day tired ass hell and my body aches
I need some of that do it fluid
I need some of that do it fluid
Pour it up
Hiiiiur HIT that shit
Mix it up
Hiiiiur HIT that shit
Pour it up
Hiiiiur HIT that shit
Mix it up
Hiiiiur HIT that shit
throw way far out the map, memphis aint in sight
crown royal and purple sizurp mixed up in a berry sprite
dro rolled in a grape cigerello in the end we call it ight
u can peer presure me all u want but i aint gonna touch no white
theres green in me and hennessy all over my red monkey jeans
im drunk as fuck and falling down and its exacly what it seems
this do it fluid kicked in and im way past the legal limit
freedoms what i call it when i fly like an eagle living sining
get up with me consiquensise come with fucking round with snakes
the realist up in my city and i learned how to filter out the fakes
im lil wyte the motherfucking man and i talk my talk
sippin surup, making money and do it while i walk my walk
Trap all night sleep all day tired ass hell and my body aches
I need some of that do it fluid
I need some of that do it fluid
Trap all night sleep all day tired ass hell and my body aches
I need some of that do it fluid
I need some of that do it fluid
Pour it up
Hiiiiur HIT that shit
Mix it up
Hiiiiur HIT that shit
Pour it up
Hiiiiur HIT that shit
Mix it up
bald head hoes, i see some bald head hoes, erry where i go i see some bald head hoes. Bald head hoes, i see some bald head hoes, gossipin' talkin' shit bald head hoes.
sicc and tired of these bald head hoes ole funky ass hoes, get my number then stop playin on my muthafuccin phone, if you like my music bump that shit dont try to get in my business. keep my name up out yo topics if they involved in gossipin'.i got my own life, most of yall news is rumors. tryin to get me and my girl in a mix but yall cant do shit to us. i rise above the jealousy and then take a vacation to a place where blue water and sand is half the population. then come bacc and have to hear it all over again. but that's ok the studio's here and plus i got my pen. bacc to bald headed hoes, cause that's the way it goes. to the one's that wear the same outfit everytime they go to court. bitch get a fuccin job, hoe get a fuccin crib, go get yourself some hair implants, better yet a fuccin wig. they need some life straightnin', they keep procrastination, maybe Dr. Phill should do a show on bald headed hoes that's hatin'.
I gotta get my hair done at the spot. Cuz i cant be walkin up in no beauty shop. them hoes be in there talkin all that goss. bout all the hoes and the cars they heard i got. cuz see i'ma low key man to begin with, dont dress classy but i'm bangin' these classy chiccs, if i want shit. i'ma A big nigg even without the setts. nappy head bitch keep your record out my mesh.
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