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I where them killaz hang

(Lord Infamous)
The I'm chokin'
The get broken
The pussies are
The killas is
The pistol is
blood it be soakin'
The
The
The Snizote I'm
We up in the
My victim in
They try to get
Got blowed off the
They don't it
Soldiers can't it
That's how I it
you goddamnit
My
for static
Blastery
Have you in
Way my be twisted
Got me gotta have it
Niggas want to Lord Infamous
But I am I will blow
Your off your shoulders

(Project Pat)
Mister robbers
Niggas with some
You mothafuckas
We gonna finish what you
Yo is a nigga set
Bitch you ah have a gat
Smoke a
With trigga
Memphis Project Pat
I'm down like the Kamakaze on a killin' spree
we get into it dog
You gonna have to me
Who I be
I'm hidin' in the layin'
Push us to the
clown
Off your blood you shall

(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not
Now the off the streets
Only real G's to me
my (?)
People folks
to take me as a joke
But this shit bitch
go I ti-zook all of you hoes
Loadin' up my
Daily wit my patience
from my visitations
Just the coo can ya face me
to be my friend
When ya a second look
I guess it's on
Big bizness
No on my book
Manne shit is hectic
So I'm up to god
Me and my partna booga
He's a rapper with bars
Party sells where I dwell
Stale pastrys on my
I'm as if I'm in hell
Yea soon I be
Pale well if it's
platinum with the (?)
Deja Vu when I left
Oh me isn't this a
Please me for my frenech
But you writin' all lyrics
If ya hear me then ya me

(Crunchy Black)
In the hood where I
And I dwell real
For you playa ass bitches
you might as well burn in hell
When you smell the
>From blunts when I hit corners
you duck
Don't you
Cause it's gonna be
murder on my mind
Leavin' in the pass
When you drop fuckin' glass
Manne I bet'cha I yo ass
pop with the glock
In a pine box
Don't you try to call the cop
a nigga ain't gonna stop

(Project Pat)
Shootin', cappin', jack and
you so calleds know the deal
Hollow yo ass gonna feel
Roll yo dice bitch and you
Fuckin' the click, the crew, the clan
You recognize
G's swangin' out trees
Have you stankin' the flies
comin' up out yo mouth
But muffled by the tone
When I pull the back
You the enternal zone
killas
Always stayin' strapped with them
Pat
Memphis,
Where killaz hang