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I represent where killaz hang

(Lord Infamous)
The I'm chokin'
The get broken
The pussies are
The killas is
The pistol is
This it be soakin'
The
The
The I'm locin'
We up in the
My victim in
try to get franic
Got off the planet
They understand it
Soldiers stand it
That's how I it
Fuck you
My
Ready for
Blastery
you in plastic
Way my mind be
Got me itchin' have it
Niggas want to Lord Infamous
But I am I will blow
Your head off your

(Project Pat)
murderer robbers
Niggas with charges
You mothafuckas
We gonna finish you started
Yo is a nigga set
Bitch you ah have a gat
a nigga
With trigga
nigga Project Pat
I'm down the Kamakaze souldier on a killin' spree
we get into it dog
You gonna have to me
Who I be
I'm hidin' in the bushes
Push us to the
clown
Off blood you shall drown

(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not
Now the off the streets
Only G's close to me
my (?)
People folks
Tryin' to take me as a
But this pimp bitch
Can't go I ti-zook all of you
up my mind
Daily wit my patience
Runnin' from my
the coo fool can ya face me
Claim to be my
When ya a second look
I guess it's on
Big bizness
No money on my
Manne this shit is
So I'm up to god
Me and my charge partna
He's a down with bars
Party sells 17's where I
Stale on my shelf
I'm as if I'm in hell
Yea I be bailed
Pale well if it's
platinum with the (?)
Deja Vu when I left
Oh me this a binitch
Please me for my frenech
But you writin' all these
If ya me then ya feel me

(Crunchy Black)
In the hood where I
And I dwell well
For you playa hatin' ass
you might as well burn in hell
When you the aroma
>From them blunts I hit corners
Don't you
Don't you
Cause it's gonna be
murder on my mind
Leavin' blank in the
you drop that fuckin' glass
Manne I I kill yo ass
pop with the glock
In a pine box
you try to call the fuckin' cop
Cause a ain't gonna stop

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