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Yeah, you what I'm sayin'
I wanna send a shout out to these hypocrites
These fairy informant ass niggaz mayne
You know what I'm sayin', muhfuckin' Donnie Brascos
These fuckin' dick riders, ol' pussy eatin' ass niggaz

Run they muhfuckin' mouth, get they wig
Split, talkin' all that muhfuckin' hoe ass shit nigga
We ain't with none of you hoez
Y'all know who I'm talkin' fuck you bitches
Pat light the fuckin' track up for these hoes mayne

Hen-hen-O-Sin make a sin, mix it in with that white and gin
Here we go again, Project Pat gotta keep a strap, know I rap
Wanna me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map
I like a shark would represent this hood
North Memphis, nigga
Make it understand in my ain't no trakeness
Or no fakeness and no hoe couldn't break this, you can this

Dis bitch bitch, nigga here's the deal
Crunchy ain't 'round here fakin' deals
Crunchy runnin' 'round here tryna get a
Why you fakin' a deal, it don't nothin' to be real

All ya gotta do is that shit real
Don't be runnin' 'round here you got deals
Don't be 'round here hollerin' that you'll kill
It don't cost to be real but it costs when ya kill

I'm 'bout to crash you suckaz like the World Trade
I'm Green Escalade, full of green grenades
You hoez always hollerin' that we be some and shit
But everytime I turn around you got our name on shit

I used to be with mayne, I'm still with them
You you was with them
How the fuck you hate when you always claimin them?
I think it's funny 'cause ya'll be still calling my studio
to get back, stay who you with 'cuz I don't need ya hoe

I call up my niggaz we buckin' and with no mercy hoe
We packin' mass case and decoratin' ya with bullet
La Chat I be ready you bustaz ain't got no and shit
That leaves me no choice to grab my glock and go wit

You speak killa talk but no killa in yo blood boi
The infrared be beamin', I got this behind your door
You niggaz take it you hate the fact that we runnin' it
You ain't love it but you gon learn to respect it bitch

Got some syrup in my cup, got some smoke in my
Got white in my nose, got your bitch on the couch
Got her in my lap, trick I gotta keep it south
Got a problem with Three 6, blow your brains out

Got that south sowed up, got guns loaded up
Fuckin' with the Scarecrow, get ya blowed up
It's a up, everybody fold up
Niggaz talk like they tough but they got no nutts, bitch

I'm shootin' a in her breasto, coward in his chesto
And this nigga, what we call em' Donnie Brasco
If you bitches want war, you can bring it, go
When I put tone in yo face presto
(Click)

A killa in a black coat, goin' to make a
Leave you in da street wit a bloody Willie
Drankin' on some scotch and we down that coco
to roll some pot in a fuckin' optimol-doe

Don't you make the wrong move and get your ass killed dawg
A ass nigga but he claimin' that he real dawg
You ain't lie to kick it actin' like you down dawg
Always lookin' lite trying to wear a murder frown

Don't you get smacked and be gettin' off the pavement
Don't you make me act a when somebody hatin' me dawg
Camp Posse got my fuckin' back dawg
Frayser Boy will leave you stankin', pop you with gat dawg

I'm out for you polices, niggaz who'll tell it
This will rip your head in pieces, I know ya feel it
These lyrics like Mona Lisas 'cuz you can sell it
The posse click like feces, I know ya smell it

This ghetto shit is crucial just like a murder
You step, whoa, we shoot ya we quick to serve ya
You hate us feelings so don't be scared-a
The HCP do ya mayne, we gon hurtcha