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feat. Tear Da Club Up Thugs, T-Rock
Intro: DJ Paul
Yeah
HC muth* fkin P nigg*
Hypnotized muth* fkin Mindz b*tch
For you muth* fkin rinky di*nk records up out there
Ya'll know who ya'll is, there's a bunch of you muth* fka's
DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe as*
T-Rock rock that s**t fo these (?)
Verse 1: T-Rock
My house of representitives, be A town assassins
Down to cause a riot in any shape form or fashion
Run up in your grill, with intentions to be blastin'
I want all dem presidential figures you was flashin'
We some alcoholic , we cause depression'
A-tech in this mobb, mashin' for cashin'
Amazed what we see the crooked police harassin'
All because we makin' cheddar other clicks are lackin'
Down for the cause, when you haters wanna brawl
Got my back against the wall, Hypnotized Camp I call
We some trill figgas', drug deal , makin' skrill quicker
Livin' in the world where it's hard not to kill
Enemies is insane, lost they whole entire brain
Sacraficein' every chick that they can make, because of fame
I'ma gleam till I'm gone, like I'm ridin on the chrome
Shakin' all the playa haters, soking knowledge in my dome
Chrous: DJ Paul x2
Little as* Boy You Gone Hear This And Feel Me Smilien In My Face But Chu
Really Wanna Kill Me
Any one of you ' wanna get some i got some
Any one of you ' wanna get some i got some
Little as* Boy You Gone Hear This And Feel Me Smilien In My Face But Chu
Really Wanna Kill Me
Any one of you ' wanna get some i got some
Any one of you ' wanna get some i got some
DJ Paul
Ohhwee it's gettin' hot up in here
You muth* fka's learned some technique yet nigg*
I start this s**t...changed the beat up
Verse 2: Lord Infamous
Get back from me nigg* here come lord your fkin' nemesis
Back on your premisices, remember what I left on b*tch
You hoes can't take me, you can't fake me
you can't make me, you can't break me,
Always shady, and I leave yo weakass (?)
I got no fears and no pain in my veins mayn
I been insane coming free in the black rain
You wanna step up to the mayn, well put yourself in danger
I'm like the ranger from the west and obsessed with anger
I hear the room was from consumers and this s**t is funny
The talkin' s**t, it's who ain't got no money
They make a sale off fk a grip they askin never again
They make a sack a stick to b*tch they askin never stick
They make a sack to spit this gangsta s**t they'll never spit
So walk up faking feel the shackin' drowning in fkin' pi*s
Trick yo' gossip, your like fossets so I let you leak
Lord is elitein' now I beat you like a hoggy beat
Chorus x1
Verse 3: Juicy J
Mayn you girls got problems, let it be known hoe
This whoadie gone solve 'em, when it be one who
fking round wit grown men
That Hypnotized Camp
HCP we got that pump, cut up your fkin' neck
Man I'm glad these gonna the fk up out the Posse Songs
Now I'm smilin in an (?) ridin on chrome
Singin'...No new in our click we thick, we rich, we glist, we been
down for years
Verse 4: DJ Paul
I done been up on your corner, I done smoked up all they weed
I done hold down with your killas, I done corner them for there g's
talkin' bout yo ass, say you ain't nuthin but a b*tch
Say you always claimin killa, but for real you suckin' d*ck
Yeah it's funny how it is to see a nigg* in a thong
Get them glocks with the pop, you gone break yo as* and run
I ain't fkin' wit yo kind and I ain't got no point to prove
Let yo legs move be a muth* fkin best move..b*tch
Chorus x1