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Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
'em up

Hypnotized minds, HCP, hypnotized camp
We finna do this for all you ass
be us ass niggaz out there
Stealin' motherfucker, take ya fake asses on nigga keep it nigga
Make this like we makin' it nigga, throw it down

never been a motherfuckin' bitch
Hypnotized just to get that grip
Y'all niggaz talk ya talk like a bitch
Y'all niggaz walk 'cuz ya like a bitch

Now that some shit ya hatin' on this click
You gon' a nigga get up with cha kid
yo wig oh yes, I did
I told you, you don't want it with a hard kid

I done warned the glock to spot hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his spot
Took the rock nigga was got was the plot
Dodge the cops they labeled it closing shop

Open it up for closin' it up I don't a fuck
On a basis I be postin' it up
Smokin' it up it to match it wit dub
Give us a club six mane it up

These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the blow
a nigga shirt soaked playin' getcha merked hoe
Chop it yeah, I hope money what I work fo'
Paul and sent me gotta put you in the dirt bro

Comin' with the is easy we can get you guys
Frayser boy bizzle or it's the hypnotize
HCP my folks weed got my eyes low
If you what I know run that shit to my doe

We back we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way attack motherfucker
But ya'll know done heard all that befo'
Y'all seen the fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe

You done seen the pump bout to see a Chevy trunk
Lights out to the Mississippi river plumped
Duck tape hog tied wrong place time
Hypnotized minds trick knocked ya up off ya

All my you niggaz should already know
I'm the and out the booth never been a hoe
Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya the doe
You ain't I'm a young rich gangsta nigga

Never been one of them old type wanksta
I'm a smart muhfucka ask my who made me
A niggaz mad 'cuz they know they can't fade me
I'm Chrome Carleone and Juicy who pay me

Well it's ya boy call me Mr. Man
ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies
See I give a fuck about ya tossin' all ya tough talkin'
You don't like me hit me in my mouth

Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across
Candy ass nigga boy you softer cotton
Fight me or squash it 'cuz I 'bout the spit boxin'
and hollerin' like a cheerleader squadron

You be like me slangin' D 'cuz I'm hurtin' ya
No competition with the 'cuz it's curtains
It ain't nothin' shakin' but some pimps in bizitch
That's why you muggin' and yo lookin' pizzissed

Stay flippin' cars ballin' out like to
You stay askin' how the hell them niggaz do that
We smoke the best of dro while she down with some
My like the red carpet still on the blue side

They locked me up just 2Pac and I went platinium
Laid it down for a calendar I'm back at 'em
Took my game then it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob, kill, murder steal for that ghetty

U.S. marshal at my folks house want to me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my
I'm was like, "I ain't did why you hatin' this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap they relate to this

I been doin' this too long to still be livin' like this
off with major labels slayed me like a bitch
And these got cheese and ride on rolls it hoes
But still on the doin' free shows

get a few spins in a few spots
I up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I hear a lotta shit on the radio
That's because record company wouldn't spend dough

Yeah, my got a hook up with MTV
But they just keep forgettin' to 'em 'bout me
They try to play like its and it's family
But all my marketin' goin' to, shh

Tear da club up was the first crunk song
I made that in 92 a lil' not
it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on
That's why 6 is the most known unknowns