[Lord Infamous]
The J the O the I-N-T
The, the, the J the O the I-N-T
The, the, the J the O the I-N-T
The B the, the, the U the, the, the D
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
I feel the need fa the biggidy Bud Man, Flick a flame
Then I take a puff
Life is kinda hazy when ya in the back of the Ithaca
Niggaz be thinkin the Scarecrow is gonna go crazy
The way I be cheifin that blink
Quarter ounce of Ink and a blink
Thats Banana lick
See I feel the urge fa the motha fuckin herb
The cure is to pure, takin niggaz to the curb
Word, top-crop why not? Motha fuckin chronic
The whole world is spinnin yo this shit is fuckin hypnotic
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin that glass up in they chest
Killaz is rollin that blunt up with that motha fuckin budda bless
Grain, broccolli, tar sticks
Yo my nigga I cant forget the dutches, black clutches
Stashes of fuckin onion, and if ya want all ya brain cells dead
Get you a bag of the Cambodia Red
Since I keep most of the bless on the track I wanna know Blac...
Where the bud at?
[Chorus]
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? Where is the bud?
Where is the bud? We lookin for the bud
Where is the bud? We lookin for the bud
Where is the bud? We lookin for the bud
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Called up the hooker, wanna get a ounce of pine wheat
Hopin that the Narcotics dont creep up behind me
Cant have the one-timers takin down the killers
Those bitches be bustin a nigga
Because we be havin the paraphanilia
Went and got some bags, to stack up the stash
Blowin on a meg joint of that Cuban Hash
And when we hit that bitch we dont leave shit but ash
Now its time to hit the cut and make a little cash
All sold out I heard my hook-up just got busted
Cant find the bud and I'm gettin real disgusted
Callin up my homies tryna find a new connection
Lookin for the marijuana in every direction
And, most of the motha fuckaz dont wanna give a nigga a straight package
Otha motha fuckaz got the flake ass cabbage, babbage
Lookin fa tha niggaz with the fat pregnance
So, so, yo Blac, yo Blac...
Man, Where the bud at?
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Gra-gra-gra-gra-grab me a Swisher
Cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That's that, that's that
Grab me a Swisher
Cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That's that, that's that
Grab me a Swisher
Cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That's that, that's that
Grab me a Swisher
Cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That's that, that's that
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
I puff White-Willow
With the pretty purple candy coke (Coke)
Swisher like a woodgrain burnin'
Whistle her while I choke (Choke)
Nothin' less than the ink
That the Scarecrow inhale smoke (Smoke)
Take a cigar, split it's sweets
And take a hit of 'Dro ('Dro)
Scarecrow da-da roller
Only doja down my throat (Throat)
Ganja, I spark it
Like a magic carpet, I float (Float)
I burn more Cigarillos
Than the Ku-Klux-Klan burn crosses (Crosses)
I like it while I'm on that drank
The yellow-purple sauces (Sauces)
I'm smokin' like a hooptie
With a raggity-ass muffler (Muffler)
Just call me magic dragon
Lord's a motherfuckin' puffer (Puffer)
Livin' like a hustler
Only neon-green brocolli (Brocolli)
Keep a pouch full-full of weed
You niggas can't out-party me (Party me)
Can't start nodding off that lean
And that greenery (Greenery)
Fly in outer-space, Heavenly
It's the potency (Potency)
Chronic city, Funky Town
Is where the Scarecrow from (From)
Y'all like getting high
But in Memphis we get real slum (Slum)
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Grab me a Swisher
Cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That's that, that's that
Grab me a Swisher
Cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That's that, that's that
Grab me a Swisher
Cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That's that, that's that
Grab me a Swisher
Cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That's that, that's that
[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
Grab me a Swisher
Cut it up and fill it with weed
So I can be, so I can be so high, see
You smoke with me, I hope you ain't got no seeds
Up in that weed, 'cause that ain't smokin', G
I smoke that green, that motherfuckin' greenery
I get so high, I ride around in the street
I smoke it mang, that weed is gettin' the best of me
I'm constantly grabbin', and breakin' down Swisher leaves
I'm fillin' up, I'm fillin' up with greenery
I'm puttin' that torch, I'm puttin' that torch to the Sweet
To smoke mang, ya gotta have the best of weed
The best of weed, I prefer it be 'Dro seed
And if it ain't, and if it ain't 'Dro seed
Nigga go over there, and get the fuck away from me!
See smokin' mang, see smokin', it just in me
Why don't you go on ahead
And pass me another Sweet
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Grab me a Swisher
Cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That's that, that's that
Grab me a Swisher
Cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That's that, that's that
Grab me a Swisher
Cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That's that, that's that
Grab me a Swisher
Cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
I feed them pussy like she stole something
Neva let her hold something
Put this dick off in her mouth claiming that she owe something
Off the waam I told you hoe bitch you ain't nothing but shit to me
A good dick suck to me
A fuck to me
But now you history
You get my dick harder than most
And I have been from coast to coast
I love the way you massage my balls
And stick my dick clean down your throat
She lived to take it up the ass
Sometimes even comes off in it
And when I'm about to nut
She takes it out swallows never spits
She rubs her on clit while you hit
Rubs her on titts
A bisexual on top of that can beat it with a stick
The type of girl you prayed for
The type of girl sum paid for
But done uped out the pocket
The knockin she's a groupie hoe
And that's what I'm loving
That's what I'm liking
A fan of DJ Paul datz with some fucking and some diking
And I'll never diss you on a song
That there girl you can trust
But if you bullshit me hoe
I'm make your ass famous
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Still getting my dick, still getting my dick
Still getting my still getting my dick sucked
from the hoe that love to fuck
Good
The chewin that you be doing I can't deny
You's a pro on the dick did I say good I mean you fire
Loves to fuck in the car
Cheap motelers
It's whatever
She aint got no preference
But I could showll be a reference
Never danced in the clubs
She claim she too shy
But that's a lie
If I ever heard a fucking lie
That bitch ain't Cleo but she got some real good conversation
That's how she hold it down cause conversation rule the nation
Come meet you anywhere
Plane, trains, or automobiles
She from out of town but I dammly think I met her on Beal
She be in all the spots
Love to hang in ATL
She got a Rolex watch
But that junk is fake as hell
A nigga in the feds maine they think she missing
But she aint missing
She just been hanging with some pimping
She got a blow habit
That's what I'm really loving
She come on herself and her pussy be bout hot as an oven
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
Still getting my dick, still getting my dick
Still getting my still getting my dick sucked
[DJ Paul talking]
It is I my son, the king of the muthafuckin M
Awakened by all you hatin ass hoes, ya bitch you
And it's going muthafuckin down
For all you muthafuckin wannabe Hypnotize Camp Posse azz niggas
Who we got in this muthafucka, nigga count em out
[Crunchy Blac]
Crunchy Blac up in this bitch, my nigga Juice
[Lord Infamous]
Lord Soze
[DJ Paul:]
Louder nigga let em know!
[La Chat:]
I'm pull the trigga nigga bitch, it's [La Chat] hoe
[Frayser Boy]
Yeah you got Frayser Boy in this muthafucka
Bout to ride on one of you bitch-made niggas
[DJ Paul]
And ya boy DJ muthafuckin Paul
Like thiiiiiiiis
[Lord Infamous]
Nigga get all ya boys, tell em bring all they guns
And being ya'll some hoes I get the heater when you come
When I dump to hit your pressure point with .44 slugs
All this medicine, a felon is committed by this thug
Head bust, they took ya in mood, huh
Cuz we'll rip you for whatever and leave ya skull fucked up
Pop some double bucks
To ya nuts
Cough em up
Slut
Drop the meat up
Then I call em triple six guts
[La Chat]
Who run, I know you know
Quit playin, you damned hoe
La Chat, can't take no mo
We brangin it to the dome
I got the tec-9, four-five, can't forget the AK
Finna take you to the streets, blow you bitches clean away
Mayne I'm sick and tired of you talking
I'm open with my dog and
Is it true that I will be stalkin
And punkin bitches walkin
Hope you niggas paying attention to everything I mention
Shit I'm full up on that tension
I'm goin on a mission
[Juicy J]
Now sippin on some gin and some mo (some mo)
Watchin niggas in the room snortin blow (snortin blow)
They got weed, and it's already rolled (ready rolled)
Quick babies in that doe (that doe)
Now I'm so fuckin buzzed bout to faint (bout to faint)
Sittin back watch R Kelly tapes (Kelly's tapes)
E'rtime you see a playa I be high (I be high)
So come and get a lil piece of a nigga pie
[Frayser Boy]
I'm a schizophrenic
Don't you panic
You can't handle it
So god dammit
You can't stand it
Leave you stranded
Push over nigga, you been banded
I been blazin
You are facin
Fuckin killers in yo place and
Heart is pacin
Ya'll be racin
Bout to catch another case and
Killer nigga
Driller nigga
Kill a nigga
Feel me nigga
I don't give a fuck bout what you sayin, I'm the illest nigga
Pistol mother
Drama lover
Pop a sucka
Motherfucka
Like no other
I'm a lethal weapon like a Danny Glover
[Crunchy Blac]
Nigga lemme tell you my specialty
My specialty is getting you nigga
Lock and load wit that gun pullin the trigga
How the fuck you figure
That a nigga ain't robbin you niggas
When I'm out her trying to get like Jigga
Dippa yo body up when I kill you nigga
Shouldn't have talked that shit cuz I'm pullin triggas
How the fuck ya'll niggas wanna go to war
When ya'll ain't bad enough for us boys
[DJ Paul]
See I'm the king of kings, Scarecrow's the lord of lords
And fuckin up with my kin is something you can't afford
Tryin to compete with Hypnotize man I wouldn't even try that
My lil keys cost seventy g's nigga can you buy that
You wonderin why I had the for sale sign in the yard
Nigga I sold my crib, my new house cost one million
And this some king shit, MTV crib shit
You mouth is up you startin to drool u need a bib bitch
Before you diss me nigga turn your pockets inside out
Or clean your shoes and your pants, break some starch right out
Cuz I'm the K-O-M, you wishin you wuz down with this click
But you chose otherwise so you a clown to this click
And in the streets nigga you get nothing but frowns from this click
And we done covered all sides of this country lil bitch
So if you ever get a chance to get inside the Source yeah right
You'll be like my nigga Nas and all you'll have is one mic (all I need is one mic)
[DJ Paul talking]
Yeah this for all you muthafuckin hoes
If you ever wanna know the muthafuckin truth
It's in yo face, bitch
Trying to use our muthafuckin name to come up
You aint muthafuckin Hypnotize Minds you bitch, you nigga
And don't be trying to memorize the faces on the muthafuckin videos
Cuz them ain't the niggas that's gone come to your muthafuckin den nigga
Where my muthafuckin killas at nigga
Yeah nigga, where they at!
[Crunchy Blac]
Yeah Crunchy Blac up in this bitch
For all you niggas that said I can't rap
Nigga I don't rap anyways, nigga I rob
[DJ Paul]
Yeah bitch ass nigga
Bitch-made hoes
[La Chat]
Hypnotize Camp
Dick ridin bitches
And nigga fuck ya'll bitches
[DJ Paul]
And for all you hoes we'll stomp you muthafuckas short nigga
Couldn't handle the heat get the fuck up out the kitchen type niggas
Shit get thicker for a weak nigga hoe
* send corrections to the typist
[Hook]
You scared ho
You scared ho
You scared ho
Kickin in the doe I make them bitches hit the floor for keys
You scared ho
You scared ho
You scared ho
Kickin in the doe I make them bitches hit the floor for keys
[DJ Paul]
Bustin with that 45 make them bitches back it up
Catch them riding on them thangs make them bitches jack it up
Hitty got the pot maine make them bitches back it up
Finally got that money maine make them bitches sack it up
Take it to the spot maine now it's time to crank it up
Don't play tomorrow brand new day I got to pack it up
That means I got to be the first on the block I got to rack it up
Pocket full of stones so boy I got to track it up
Fuckin with them snitches maine make me want to hang it up
But looking at a empty plate make want to keep it up
Then that nigga who you with you work make me want to creep it up
Though my pockets done got deep ain't got deep enough
Wishing I can rob me a bank but I ain't thief enough
I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga try to steep enough
And it's bout the time I get my bags and then I need it up
Time to find another boy time to get read it up read it up
[Hook]
I think I got them scared you scared of it ho
I think you bitches scared you scared of it ho
I think I got them scared you scared of it ho
Kickin in the I doe make them bitches hit the floor for keys
I think I got them scared you scared of it ho
I think you bitches scared you scared of it ho
I think I got them scared you scared of it ho
Kickin in the doe I make them bitches hit the floor for keys
[DJ Paul]
Kickin in the doe I make them bitches hit the floor for keys
Riding crown dick with 23's just because of these
Triple 6 mafia niggas with this units in the back of me
My baller piece snautin dry mouth fucking falculty
Thinking I'ma get it we went and caused a tragedy
Keeping them niggas with they hands out my B-I-Z-B-A-T
Niggas got them toys and we gone to play with them
Feeling fuckin cleanse to the top so we gone spray with them
Fucking them dikes in 2000 maine them bitches better lay it down
If they stop and stutter maine they gone to make a nigga clown
Boy you them cheese we these knifes and we gone to get a slice
Fallin across town showing out right here you gone to pay the price
Use our own nigga how you figga that this wouldn't come
Had a chance to front me one but now you got face my gun face my gun
Black a man it's time for you count it out
Nigga said it out lights out bitch time is out ho
Yeah nigga (yeah nigga)
Man this trappin' shit easy nigga, I could do this all day (all day)
Nigga nigga don't play anythang like that, fight us gettin dead like that.
Nigga just like that? nigga just like that. You can die like that, nigga just like that.
[Chorus: x2]
I put thirties on the truck (just like dat)
18's in my trunk (just like dat)
Got a p a dat kush bought it (just like dat)
Bought to bomb out the whole club (just like dat)
[Project Pat:]
I got the s5 in the benz like that, 110k didn't even break a sweat.
Made a stash spot big enough for my katech
Trick'em double o seven of the projects,
Got that O.J Kush and we smoke it all day (all day, all day)
You know the biz don't play,
Crush down those tiny pills nigga then we snort it
It got my dick hard I hit that pussy and it farted,
And I got a play cemetary in my closet
So many minks they don't even think I bought it,
So many hoes niggas think that I colda,
See house has a different name they don't think I holdin
[Chorus x2]
See I'm the king like that,
You betta quit thinking like that,
See ya even strong enough to be a queen like that
See nigga we sang it like that
And then we brang it like that
See we the ones that bring that whores and they came like that
See we can bang it like that
I make them beats like that
Rock the club, get a check, hit the bank like that (woo eee)
See I mixtape it like that
Up out the trunk like that
Get a deal, get a mill, buy a birds with that
See ya we bang it like that
My dudes trap it like that
See and I save a kii for me I'm a little bit addict like that
See I'm like tainted with that
My nose painted like that
I hit it up and lit it up and then I drain like that
[Intro: DJ Paul]
She got DSL, DSL
Nigga what that is? (Dick suckin lips)
She got DSL, DSL
Nigga what that is? (Dick suckin lips)
[Hook x2: DJ Paul]
I met her on MySpace
Found her on Facebook
Got head on YouPorn (Gave that ass a touch)
She's an internet whore, you can enter that whore
She's an internet whore, you can enter that whore
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I met her on MySpace, fell out of touch
A couple of years later, right back to her on the Facebook
She drove 5 hours, ATL to M-Town
That's how I knew that fuckin n' suckin was 'bout to go down
She got in town, I told her "Meet me at the Starbucks"
I know what'cha thinkin, why did I say the Starbucks
What'chu be yellin's I be hatin it at the coffee shops, by the college
They full of sexy bitches with some knowledge
Actin like they good girls, really they hard taste
Typin on that PC, sippin on some Latte's
Back to the story, she entered on in and I'm afraid (Lord have mercy)
Cause she wasn't lookin like her homepage
I'm thinkin now, like what the hell I'm supposed to do
She was a hundred pounds bigger, with a old-school hair do
Matters worse, I already took Viagra
She got some big lips, I better make the best of her
[Hook x2: DJ Paul]
I met her on MySpace
Found her on Facebook
Got head on YouPorn (Gave that ass a touch)
She's an internet whore, you can enter that whore
She's an internet whore, you can enter that whore
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Oh please-Oh please
You homicidal bitch, won't you just stay away from me
Quit breaking in my house, won't you just give me back my keys
Quit sending niggas to try to be upheld O-R-D
You gonna make me catch a murder charge on these Lucy's
You murder my baby mama's
You tell 'em that they goners
You wanna snatch my kids?
Don't you know I'll kill you, bitch?
You throw me right, and I will
You gonna get me killed
Quit throwin them damn bricks
I'm tired of payin for his shit
Man I cannot get rid of this hideous bitch
She won't leave the Infamous alone
She said she bought her tone
That's why she's on the phone
She play on E and moan
Or eat a yellow curse
And man it's gettin worse
That's why I wrote this verse
She slipped the pinky condom. found out it's a piece of shit
Was huntin, fucked her anyway, and now she pregnant
I don't want a miniature of this bitch in a cradle
Cause meetin whores on MySpace nowadays is very fatal
[Hook x2: DJ Paul]
I met her on MySpace
Found her on Facebook
Got head on YouPorn (Gave that ass a touch)
She's an internet whore, you can enter that whore
She's an internet whore, you can enter that whore
[Outro: DJ Paul]
She got DSL, DSL
Nigga what that is? (Dick suckin lips)
She got DSL, DSL
Gotta Eat
DJ Paul feat. Lord Infamous
[Hook x2: DJ Paul]
I got mask on face, hand on heat
'Bout to rob my connect
Cause I know he got them keys
I ain't no crosser, but a nigga gotta eat
I ain't-I ain't no crosser(I ain't no)
But a nigga gotta eat(gotta eat)
[Verse1: DJ Paul]
I be gettin' work from the same dude five sum'n years
Laid back 'bout the years, it's what you do wit' them years
Went through the cheers and tears, my life took a change
As soon as I bought a thaing I blew the whole thaing
Me, LL and Chris at my crib gettin' pissed
Drunk, drainin', coke to the brain and
Hit the strip club, find a girl that's game and
Back to the pad, put the X in her vein and
We can talk about that a whole 'nuther day
But today, a nigga pockets ain't straight
Long story short I done fucked my money off
Straight to the point, I gotta holla at my boss(at my boss)
[Hook x2: DJ Paul]
I got mask on face, hand on heat
'Bout to rob my connect
Cause I know he got them keys
I ain't no crosser, but a nigga gotta eat
I ain't-I ain't no crosser(I ain't no)
But a nigga gotta eat(gotta eat)
[Verse2: Lord Infamous]
I really don't want to be robbin' this nigga
Remember in terms that we're hot with the siegle
But now I gotta soft this nigga
Drop this nigga, pop this nigga
We cockin' to make a lil nigga run outta town
To pick up powder, pills and pounds of kush
Not realisin' the shit gon' get took
Remember, would this nigga play by the book?
Now ??? got that nigga shook
Snitched on me, but is this good?
Sin took no second look
Nigga didn't make my money
Put no money on my books
Now I gotta get up for the stash
Dash and pop his hood
Why can't a nigga just keep the shit trill
And not be goin' out like a hoe?
Then he not become the bro
Of me I am the scarecrow
No I can't just run off wit' his doe
And let him go after that
His niggas know my niggas
Got the automatics wit' that
[Hook x2: DJ Paul]
I got mask on face, hand on heat
'Bout to rob my connect
Cause I know he got them keys
I ain't no crosser, but a nigga gotta eat
I ain't-I ain't no crosser(I ain't no)
[DJ Paul]
I got, I got my glock in my draws
As I walk the motherfuckin track
Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me
So I split your wig
Glock, glock in my draws
As I walk the motherfuckin track
Hit me with some more and hit me wit some more
And hit me with some more
[Frayser Boy]
Posted on the fuckin track
Tryin to make these ends meet
Yorks real close as I'm walkin up and down the street
Tryin to get this fuckin money, a nigga like eatin steaks
Pistol to the head of these niggas that be actin fake
Shit is gon get real if you think about testing me
I know you wanna see me gone or see the law arrestin me
You know the game dawg, you bring it and I'm gon fuckin finish
Yeah I know your chest hurt, nigga it's a bullet in it
I got that glock in my draws without a thought or a pause
I'm also dodging them laws, slippin away from they paws
You better gimme respect, before you feel from Tech
We'll leave your whole body wet, with bullet hole in your neck
Leaving your dick in the dust, niggas like me you can't trust
So run ‘round fuckin with us, pull back the trigger and bust
I'm out here makin this loot, quicker than a prostitute
So if you gets wrong, best believe a nigga gon shoot
[DJ Paul]
Glock, glock in my draws
As I walk the motherfuckin track
Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me
So I split your wig
Glock, glock in my draws
As I walk the motherfuckin track
Hit me with some more and hit me wit some more
And hit me with some
Glock in my draws
As I walk the motherfuckin track
Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me
Split your fuckin wig
I got my, I got my, I got my glock in my draws
As I walk the motherfuckin track
Hit me with some more and hit me with some more
And hit me with some
[Frayser Boy]
I ain't cut out for no 9-5 so I sell this fuckin dope
Got a extra package in my draws for a nigga though
A million dollar dope track, that's what I got workin
End up on the wrong track, ho you gets a fucking hurtin
Eyes in front and in back of my head man
That's how it gots to be, if I want to maintain
Cause these ho ass niggas, they'll try to catch you fuckin slippin
So, I got that glock and you know I'm bout to start trippin
What you gon do, when I break up that fuckin heat
It's gon be like Halloween, callin “trick-or-treat”
Frayser Boy, got a toy, will make example
Knock you down to the ground, on head I trample
Glock to your mind, and I'm pullin the trigger
Ain't takin no shit from no ho ass nigga
Whoopin ass, takin names, that's how I get down
When I come in presence, best not to make sound
[DJ Paul]
Glock, glock in my draws
As I walk the motherfuckin track
Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me
So I split your wig
Glock, glock in my draws
As I walk the motherfuckin track
Hit me with some more and hit me wit some more
And hit me with some
Glock in my draws
As I walk the motherfuckin track
Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me
Split your fuckin wig
I got my,I got my, I got my glock in my draws
As I walk the motherfuckin track
Hit me with some more and hit me with some more
* (DJ Paul)
It is I my son
The king of the motherfuckin' "M" awakened
by all you hatin ass hoes you bitch you
And its going motherfuckin' down
For all you motherfuckin wannabe Hypnotize Camp Posse ass niggas
Who we got in this motherfucker count out
(Crunchy Blake)
Crunchy Blake up in this bitch
(Lord Infamous)
Lord soldier
(La Chat)
A real treal bitch
(Frazer Boy)
You got frazy boy in this motherfucker
like to ride on you bitch made niggas
(Lord Infamous)
Nigga get all yo boys, Tell them to bring all there guns
And being y'all some hoes, I got to eat'um when we come
When I don't tuck it, Yo pressure point with 44 slugs
On this *** I'm feelin this commented by this thug
Head bust put yea, In mudda huh
It's the rip yea for a hour, Leave yea skull fucked up
Plus I'll double bust, to yo nuts, cough'em up SLUT
Drop the needle and then I'm callin Triple Six up
(La Chat)
Who run it, I know you know, Quite playin you hatin hoe
La Chat can't take no mo, We brangin it to the door
I got the tech 9, 45 can't forget the A.K
Fin to take you to the streets, No you bitches clean away
Man I'm sick'in tired of you talking I'm up and on my donkin
Is it you that I would be stalking, I'm walkin, bitches walkin
Hope you niggas payin attention to everything I mention
Shit I'm up and full of dat shit and I'm going on a mission
(Juicy J)
Now sippin on some gin and some mo, and some mo
Watchin niggas in the room snotin blow, snotin blow
They got weed, and its already rolled, ready rolled
Quit baby sitting that doe, that doe
Now I'm so fuckin buzzed I'm bout to faint, bout to faint
Sittin back watchin R. Kelly tapes, Kelly tapes
Now everytime you see a player we be high, we be high
So come and get a piece of nigga pie, nigga pie
(Frazer Boy)
I be sycophantic, don't you panic, you can't handle it
So god damn it, you can't stand it, leave you stranded
Push up nigga you been bradin, I been pacin you are facin
Fuckin killer in your placin, heart is racin, y'all be racin
Both to catch another casin, kill and nigga, drill a nigga
Fell me nigga, I don't give a fuck about what you said I'm the illest nigga
Pistol bucker, drama lovin, poppa sucka, motherfucker, like no other
I'm a lethal weapon, like I'm Danny Glover
(Crunchy Blake)
Nigga let me tell you my specialty, my specialty
Its getting you niggas, lock and load with the gun and pullin the trigger
How the fuck you figure, that a nigga ain't robbin you nigga
When I'm out here, tryin to get life dicka dicka
Yo body up when I kill ya nigga
shouldn't talked that shit cause I pull the trigger
How the fuck y'all niggas
wanna go to war when y'all ain't bad enough for us boy
(DJ Paul)
See I'm the kings of kings, scare crows the lord of us
And fuckin up in my kindom is something you can't afford
Tryin to compete with hypnotize man, I wouldn't even try that
My low keys cost 70 G's nigga can you buy that
You wonder why I had the for sale sign in the yard, bitch I sold my crib
My new house cost 1 million, and this some king shit, mtv crib shit
Yo mouth done dropped, you start to drool you need a bib bitch
Before you dis me nigga turn yo pockets inside out, clean yo shoes and you
pants bring the starch right out
Cause I'm the K.O.M., you wishin you was down with this click
But you choose other wise so you a clown to this click
In the streets nigga you get nothing but frowns from this click
And we done covered all sides of this country you bitch
So if you ever get a chance to get your source out right
You'll be like me nigga Nas all you'll have is one mic
[Project Pat]
Straight from the projects
North Memphis my stomping ground
You bitches don't make a move
You niggas don't make a sound
Get blown if you wanna hoe
Don't fuss at the sawed-off hoe
A hole through yo head though
Lay yo mammy on the flo
Crack rock for them crack fiends
Some tongs for them robbers
My fingerprints on the shells
So I keeps revolver
This song about selling dope
Cross niggas with chump change
We sticking yolk in your face
And blow out your damn brains
We gone off that whitey-white
It get you high as a kite
I'm soaring high with the birds
I'm smoking the hydro herb
It's plentiful down here
Smoking weed and drinking beer
Get to mixing vodka
My nig' with the Everclear
If pockets get empty
Then I gotta take some
I slap you with 44
You know I'm gone break some
You start seeing stars
And wondering who done took your shit
When I ain't got cheese
I'm like a fiend having crack fits
[Chorus:]
A bitch act up in the club
I see his ass in the lot [x7]
A bitch act up in the club
See you in the parking lot, nigga
[Project Pat]
You lames talking smack
Get done in my nig'
Shot in the back
And drug in a ditch
Pistol-a smack
Spit up teeth and blood
Cock back the gat
Yo face in the mud
Cops they get mad
No-body got caught
Get a-way clean
Put jewelry in vault
Keep something, work
And got to make cheese
All bitches hating
Can hit they knees
Turn up the volume
Pump up the snare and
Drank on the bottle
While smoking Mary
Don't pop a pill, bitch
Knocked out on X
The dick hard as hell
But like I been hexed bitch
Gone off that shit
This weed got me going
Nose kinda raw so
I start to blowing
Fucked on your gal
And you know she going
I'm drunk as hell
From drinking the moet
Where you hos at
Where you hos at
Where you hos at
Where you hos at
Where you hos at
Where you hos at
Where you hos at
[Continues…]
(Chorus)
A bitch act up in this club
I see his ass in the lot [x3]
A bitch act up in this club
see you in the parking lot
Get buck, get buck
Get buck, get buck
Get buck, get buck
[After Break the Law mix]
[Frayser Boy]
Ima gun wavin' miss behavin' what you wanna do my nigga
Pulley nigga, trilly a nigga, when I'm pullin on the trigga'
Get the clip, stick the clip
Cock about one in the chamber
Aim that Bitch, Stain that Bitch
Now your lifes in fuckin danger
Brangin it and slangin it just like the crews I'm hangin it
I gotta fuckin glock up in my draws and maintainin it
Frayser beezy off the heezy, holla if you fuckin needs me
Blow a niggas ass off, have him on his hands and kneezy
[DJ Paul]
The weed is long as Blackhaven zone
We too black we too strong
A nigga get warm a nigga get gone
We got some big tones, its bout to get ugly
Dont fuck around with Triple less your body gets bubbly
We gettin hated on by niggas wit two dollars to two million
Forty million man to 100 zillion
I guess its cause we got them cars, for real they lyin about it
[Chorus]
Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down
Real, Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down, push her
Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down
Real, real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down. push her
Real, real Nigga believe in beatin them hoes down
Real, real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down, push her
Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down
Real, real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down, push her
Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down
Push her head into the wall until you hear that crackin sound
Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down
Push her head into the wall until you hear that crackin sound
Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down
Push her head into the wall until you hear that crackin sound
Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down
Push her head into the wall until you hear that crackin sound
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Sometimes I be wantin to take my fist and beat these bitches badly
Check them tramps, I neva nap cause Scarecrow gotta have the
Dividens, theres plenty ends for managin those prostitutes
Kickin that black bitch in her big end so hard that she pickin the skin up
off my boots
My brother has always said dont have no mercy on these hoes
Make them walk the strip until they wearin out they shoe soles
And ever since then I cant stand to see a bitch with a dollar
It mess me up that funky bitch cause I'll a
Bitch you got to work, go to work, Do some dirt
Bring Lord Infamous back some money before you get yo ass hurt
Bitch, You betta meet yo fuckin quota
Bitch you betta wise up
Fuck around and get yo ass put in the piledriver
Busta mother fucka pain hennessey across ya fuckin head
Hit you in the knee cap with a pipe and try to break yo leg
Man there's plenty money to be made In the M-Town
Niggaz betta learn you gotta beat a funky bitch down
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
One day me and Paul was chillin in the cut dog, jus glidin
A couplea bitches I knew ask for a ride
We just cruisin, jus a little pimpin
Rollin blunts and bumpin
Paul ask the bitch you wanna hit the hotel or something?
The hoes were with it so we fell up in the La Corta
And we smokin mega blunts and sippin on that grape fruit Gin
Now the bitches fucked up and the Scarecrow spittin crazy game
Paul in the corner gettin his dick sucked by the otha dame
Now I got the stallion comin on up out them draws
Oh lord now its type to bang the walls, bang the walls
Now we through but I still think the hoes dont get the picture
Fired up the roach and hit the rest of the liquor
(So whats up where you want us to drop you off to?)
Next thing I know she comin out her purse with a deuce, deuce
I started bustin, with the 80 out the ankle holster
Two wounded bitches in the hotel fuckin with LoCstaz
[talking]
It's on now...You know a lot of folks ask me why
I call myself the king of memphis
Basically cause niggas studying us you know what I'm saying
Alot of shit that we doing niggas want to do you know what I'm saying
We brought the first platinum and gold plaques to the city
We representing the city
We did the first movie you know what I'm saying holding it down
Now all of a sudden everybody want to be a hypnotize minds or hypnotize camp posse
You know niggas want to dis me and talk shit
I show half of these niggas to stay on beat you know what I'm talking 'bout
But it's cool though we can play if you want to play
[verse 1]
I'm a snitch nigga killa 3rd ward gun spitter
Belonged triggas with them hydro shots nigga
I'm the man in the man since before you (yean know)
Rocking shows fuckings hoes waiting for you (yean know)
Riding clean cut green maine before you (yean know)
My old crib money in bank before you
And I'm a pro with a 4-5
Try to test me bitch don't try to make me out a fucking lie
I never go against the fucking grain
But if you cross me first I got to show you I'm a fucking mayn
I had some niggas in my clique that I'm glad they gone
And it's some niggas in my clique that I hate they gone
Cause right here it's 'bout that business not that bullshit
If you winning 'bout that business get the fuck trick
Before I buck trick you better duck trick
Or get ran over by them black fucking trucks bitch
[hook]
Don't point a gun unless you gonna use it (back the fuck back)
Don't pull a gun unless you gonna do it (back the fuck back)
Don't let a nigga like me beat you to it (back the fuck back)
You better you use it you better do it (back the fuck back)
Back the fuck back nigga back the fuck back
Back the fuck back nigga back the fuck back
Back the fuck back nigga back the fuck back
Back the fuck back nigga back the fuck back
[verse 2]
Sir Lord your highness, majesty, king
Hit the stupid niggas with the boom ping ping
Cut'em down or hold with the sling blade sling
Tape the mouth up so they don't hear you scream
Push you like hulk even bigger than scar
I'ma leave yo ass with a sharp bite mark
Rip off yo sleeve leave off the brakes on you bitch
Trick ass pigeion you motherfucking snitch
Then I take yo ducks then I'll drill then spit them
From these kind of hurts you can't use penicillin
A boy is harder than 4 large chilly
Oh nigga I would love to beat yo ass silly
Every route you run you down on your knezees
Take it to the lord I'll put yo in the frezeeze
My favorite hobby is hiding niggas bodies
A real killa like to work clean not sloppy
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