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I represent where them killaz hang
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(Lord Infamous)
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The ganja I'm chokin'
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The laws'll get broken
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The pussies are open
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The killas is scopin'
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The pistols is smokin'
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Is bloodily soakin'
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The Scarecrow
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The sicker
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The Snizote I'm locin'
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We up in the attic
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My victim in panic
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They try to get franic
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Got blowed off the planet
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They don't understand it
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Soldiers can't stand it
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That's how I planned it
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Fuck you goddamnit
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My automatic
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Ready for static
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Blastery tragic
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Have you in plastic
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Way my mind be twisted
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Got me itchin' gotta have it
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Niggas want to approach Lord Infamous
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But I am loco I will blow
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Your head off your shoulders
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(Project Pat)
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Mister murderer robbers
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Niggas with some charges
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You fake mothafuckas
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We gonna finish what you started
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Yo heart is a nigga set
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Bitch you best ah have a gat
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Smoke a nigga
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With that trigga
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Memphis nigga Project Pat
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I'm down like the Kamakaze souldier on a killin' spree
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Once we get into it dog
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You gonna have to murder me
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Who I be
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I'm hidin' in the bushes layin'
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Push us to the ground
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Ghetto clown
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Off your blood you shall drown
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(Koopsta Knicca)
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Too dim not today
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Now the koopstas off the streets
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Only real G's close to me
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He's my nigga
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People sayin' folks
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Tryin' to take me as a joke
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But this pimp shit bitch
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Can't go I ti-zook all of you hoes
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Loadin' up my mind
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Daily fuckin' my patience
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Runnin' from my visitations
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Just the coo fool can ya face me
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Claim to be my friend
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When ya takin' a second look
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I guess it's on then
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Big bizness bitch
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No money on my book
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Manne this shit is hectic
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So I'm callin' up to got
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Me and my charge partna booga
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He's a rapper down with us
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Party sells 17's where I dwell
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Stale pastries on my shelf
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I'm fellin' as if I'm in hell
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Yea soon I be bailed
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Pale well if it's swell
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Triple platinum with the phantom
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Deja Vu fuck when I left
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Oh me isn't this a binitch
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Please excuse me for my frenech
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But you writin' all these lyrics
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If ya hear me then ya feel me
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(Crunchy Black)
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In the hood where I dwell
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And I dwell real well
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For you playa hatin' ass bitches
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Manne you might as well burn in hell
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When you smell the aroma
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From them blunts when I hit corners
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Don't you duck
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Don't you dodge
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Cuase it's only gonna be
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Murder murder on my mind
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Leavin' blank in the pass
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When you drop that fuckin' glass
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Manne I bet'cha I kill yo ass
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Nigga pop with the glock
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In a pine fuckin' box
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Don't you try to call the fuckin' cop
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Cause a nigga ain't gonna stop
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(Project Pat)
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Shootin', cappin', jack and chill
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Lettin' you so calleds know the deal
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Hollow tips yo ass gonna feel
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Roll yo dice bitch and you real
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Fuckin' with the click, the crew, the clan
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You gon' recognize
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G's swangin' out they trees
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Have you stankin' with the flies
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Cries comin' up out yo mouth
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But they muffled by the tone
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When I pull the trigga back
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You enter the enternal zone
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Southside killas
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Always stayin' strapped with them thangs
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Project Pat
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Memphis, Tennessee
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Where them killaz hang
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Where Da Killaz Hang
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| Three 6 Mafia |
