[Project Pat]
Hen hen hen-o-sin
Make a playa sin
Mix it in with the white gin
Here we go again
Project Pat, gotta keep a strap
Haters know I rap
Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark would
Represent this hood
North Memphis n***a, Hollywood
Make it understood
In my blood, ain't no traitness
Or no fakeness
And no hoe couldn't break this
You can hate this
[Crunchy Black]
This b**h that b**h, n***a here's the deal
Crunchy ain't runnin round here fakin deals
Crunchy runnin round here tryna get a mil
While you fakin a deal, it don't cost nothin to be real
All you gotta do is keep that sh** real
Don't be runnin round here hollarin you got deals
Don't be runnin round here hollarin that you will k**
It don't cost nothing to be real
But it cost when you k**
[DJ Paul]
I'm bout to crash into you s**az like the world trade
I'm ridin green Escalade
Full of green grenades
You hoes always hollarin that we be some b**hes and sh**
But every time I turn around you got our name on your sh**
I used to be with them
Mane i'm still with them
You wish you was with them
How the f** you hate them
When you always claimin them
I think its funny cuz yall f*ggots be still, callin my studio
Tryna get back, stay who you with, cuz I don't need you hoe
[La Chat]
I call up my n***as, we buck and toss with no mercy hoe
We packin this gauge and decorating you with bullet holes
La Chat I be ready, you bout to say for no reason sh**
That leaves me no choice, to grab my Glock and f** up your wig
You think k**a talk
But ain't no k** in your blood boy
That infrared be beamin i got ya scopin behind ya door
You n***as can't take it, you hate the fact that we runnin it
You ain't gotta love it, but you gonna learn to respect it b**h
[Lord Infamous]
Got some syrup in my cup, got some smoke in my mouth
Got some white in my nose, got your b**h on the couch
Got her head in my lap, trick I gotta keep it South
Got a problem with Three Six? gotta blow your brains out
Got the South sewed up
Got the guns, load up
f**in with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blown up
It's a hold up
Everybody fold up
n***as talk like they tough
But they ain't got no nuts, b**h
[Juicy J]
I'm shootin a dyke in her breast-o
Coward in his chest-o
And this police n***a what we call him Donnie Brasco
If you b**hes want war, you can bring it, lets go
When i put this tone in ya face, presto
A k**a in a black coat, gonna make a mess tho
Leave ya in the street with a bloody Willie Esco
Drankin on some scotch, and we choppin down that cocoa
Tryna roll some pot in a f**in optimo (mo)
[Frayser Boy]
Dont you make the wrong move, and you get your a** k**ed dog
A fake a** n***a but he claimin that he real dog
You ain't got to lie to kick it actin like he down dog
Always lookin like tryna wear a murder frown dog
Don't you get smacked and be gettin off the pavement dog
Don't you make me act a fool with some bad behavior dog
Hypnotize Camp Posse got my f**in back dog
Frayser Boy'll leave ya stankin pop you with the gat dog
[Project Pat]
I'm watchin out for you polices n***as we tight
This unit rip your head in pieces, I know you feel it
These lyrics just like Mona Lisa's cuz you can sell it
The Posse click tight like feces, I know you smell it
This ghetto hood sh** is crucial, just like a murda
You step hoe then we shoot ya, we quick to serve ya
You hate us, then it's mutual, so don't be scared a
The H-C-P'll do ya, mane we gon hurt ya