Yeah, HC mutha fuckin' P nigga hypnotized mutha Mindz bitch For you mutha fuckin' Dink Records up out there Y'all know who is, there's a bunch of you mutha fucka's DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass T-Rock rock that fo these [unverified]
My of representatives, be A town assassins cause a riot in any shape form or fashion Run up in your grill, when attention who we Now woo now we presidential 'cause you was flashin'
We alcoholic niggas, we cause depression A-tech in Mobb, niggas mashin' for cashin' Amazed what we see the police harassin' All because we makin' cheddar clicks are lackin'
Down for the cause, where you haters wanna Got my back against the wall, Camp I call We some treal figgas', drug heal niggas, makin' quicker Livin' in the world where it's hard not to niggas
Enemies is layin', unless they in tight them brain cells Sacraficein' every chick that can make, because of fame mama Clean I'm gone, like I'm ridin' on the chrome Shakin' all the playa haters, soaking knowledge in my
Little ass boy you gone this and feel me Smilies in my face but chu really wanna me Any one of you niggas get some, I got some Any one of you wona get some, I got some
Little ass boy you hear this and feel me in my face but chu really wanna kill me Any one of you niggas get some, I got some Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got
Little ass boy you gone hear and feel me Smilies in my face but chu wanna kill me Any one of you niggas get some, I got some Any one of you niggas get some, I got some
Little ass boy you hear this and feel me Smilies in my face but chu really wanna me Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got Any one of you niggas get some, I got some
Oh, it's gettin' hot up in You mutha fucka's learned some yet nigga I start shit changed the beat up
Get back from me nigga here come, lord your nemesis Back on your premises, remember I left on bitch You hoes can't take me, you fake me You can't me, you can't break me
Always shady and I yo weak ass [unverified] I got no fears and no pain in my man I been insane coming free in the rain
You wanna step up to the man, well put yourself in I'm like the ranger from the and obsessed with anger I the room was from consumers and this shit is funny The niggas talkin' shit, it's niggas who got no money
They make a sale off fuck a grip they askin' again They make a sack a stick to bitch they askin' stick They make a sack to this gangsta shit they'll never spit
So walk up faking feel the shackin' drowning in fuckin' Trick yo' gossip, you're like so I let you leak Lord is elitein' now I beat you like a beat
Little ass boy you gone hear and feel me Smilies in my face but chu really wanna me Any one of you wona get some, I got some Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got
Little ass boy you gone this and feel me Smilies in my face but chu really kill me Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got
Man you got problems, let it be known hoe This whoa die gone 'em, when it be one who 'round wit' grown men that Hypnotized Camp
HCP we got that pump, cut up your neck Man I'm these niggas gonna the fuck up out the Posse Songs Now I'm smilin' in an [unverified] ridin' on Singin', no new niggas in our we thick We rich, we glist, we been down for
I done up on your corner, I done smoked up all they weed I done hold down with your killas, I done them for there g's Niggas 'bout yo ass, say you ain't nuthin' but a bitch Say you always claimin' killa but for real you suckin'
Yeah, it's how it is to see a nigga in a thong Get them glocks with the pop, you break yo ass and run I ain't fuckin' wit' yo kind and I ain't got no point to Let yo legs move be a mutha fuckin' move bitch
ass boy you gone hear this and feel me Smilies in my face but chu really wanna me Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got Any one of you wona get some, I got some
Little ass boy you gone hear and feel me Smilies in my face but chu wanna kill me Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got