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Intro: DJ Paul
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 mothafka out here
Just ta let a nigg* now you ain't playin' with him
And you ain't bulls**ttin' - yea that's some knowledge fa y'all
Na'...we gon' get y'all inta this new artist
His new as* - Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...
Chorus 8x - DJ Paul) *plays in the background*
Get high to this s**t - I'm high as a mothafka
DJ Paul
Alotta rappers rap gangsta s**t but they ain't did nothing
DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen
We done rolled down on , we done let them gats burst
We done seen 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 ready ta spit the wig
Of a fake solid nigg*, hoes lying in they wraps
Cuz they never shot guns and they never had ta scr*p
Juicy J
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
Crunchy Blac
Here I go again, try'na keep my mothafkin' as* thin
halla friends, but they fake friends
I'ma nigg* halla "mothafk friends"
Torn up in my mothafkin' right hand
I'ma 'bouta go and fkin' rob a man
Just so I can keep my fkin' family fed
fk what'cha heard this is what I said
Bust out some shots at ya fkin' head
LaChat
I'ma meet you pockin' girls, whoppin' wit' my pistol
In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out makin' missles
This is war when you fkin' wit' LaChat - b*tch 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 fked up
Hoe this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up
I'ont give a fk who you is, who you in too
You wont touch a b*tch, ha who me b*tch - but I'll kill you
Frayser Boy
A crooked as a barrell of snakes
fk 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
Lil' Wyte
No more fkin' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up
Cuz when you fk 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 s**t was all she wrote
Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat
This s**t be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga
Adding some Pippen ta girls 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 mothafkin' posee song - Wheres Jerome?
Instead of gettin' up out yo s**t - you stayed ya as* at home
Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it hurt
If they knew moaning' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse
b*tch doubt me now
Chorus 8x - DJ Paul)