DJ Paul:
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Yeah you muthafuckin' hoes
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Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead Hypnotize Camp and Profit Posse in this
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muthafucka
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Get one of these gold plaques on the wall before you talk some old
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muthafuckin' shit
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Bitch, it's whatever nigga
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We in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to your head ho
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(Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya)
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Juicy J:
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Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun bitch
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Evergreen gats have got these cowards on the run bitch
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Kill 'em like they convicts
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Know they hear them guns click
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Doped up like a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
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You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same block
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With a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
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9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang cuz I be hustlin' weight and
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We gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatin'
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Lord Infamous:
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I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make
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I'ma break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring
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I'ma millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I wanna kill
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You weak ass niggaz don't want Lord Infamous from South Parkway to get ill
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Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, with the guns you bitches y'all
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best get steel
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Scarecrow, Club House, yes it gets ill
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So, all y'all listen closely don't you ever forget
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Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be shit with out us bitch
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Don't forget
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Cruchy Black:
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Killin' ain't shit
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Bitches ain't shit
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Niggaz ain't shit
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Bodies in a ditch
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How many niggaz done talked that shit
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About the Project fuckin' Pat, Thug Posse ya bitch
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Niggaz gon' talk, bitches gon' start
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Muthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a trunk
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All I want is cash
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Muthafuckaz have
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Get down on your knees
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Gimme all your cash
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ScanMan:
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Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch your back
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Cause still we chillin' with Pat
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Straped with them gats
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Be ready to attack
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All you hatin' ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk what's up
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You better come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy, it's gonna
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get rough
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Situation's gone bad, for you niggaz claimin' killaz
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Automatic triggaz pullin' drillin' holes inside your liver
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How you figure, I was gon' let you talk that shit and peep these streets
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Sayin' "That ScanMan boy's a bitch" know watch them throw lights out in my
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head
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DJ Paul:
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Killin', buckin', buckin up in Gunfire
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Bullets rickin' off the walls, nigga this is Warfare
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Suckaz claimin' they got nuts
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You don't know these elephants
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Specialize in takin' notes
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Specialize in nappy hoes
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Niggaz this is serious, I can't play no games no more
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Niggaz actin' curious, but I think they know the score
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Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show what click you claim
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Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain', in this game
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MC Mack:
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Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig split
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It's MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks
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Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed off
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Watch me put my ski mask on, come a gat back now trick now drop it off
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Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck about another nigga
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if he's speakin' use your counter attack
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Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crump,
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you ain't no busta
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Ain't no love lost off in my heart, there's no place colder
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Won't you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our
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T-Rock:
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Socialists up actin' miss servin' sevens
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Have 'em in jail suspended, in the middle
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Started rivalries civil
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Homies swithin', actin' fickle
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But if you fuck with family ties, we leave you triple
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That nigga there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, only man
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ain't chival
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Erasin' ample businesses all in the name of the T-Rock
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Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocks
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Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat pops
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Away from the gravity, stand and point your a Tech and see him drop
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Gangsta Boo:
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Yeah I know, I know
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Down, down, baby goin' down, down
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Sweet dreams baby, Rock-a-bye baby
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Niggaz wanna run up, we be flexin' the Tech and
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| Be pointed at ya we comin |
