[Repeated in background of Hook 1] [DJ Paul]
Stock the dope in the days and I got em'
Looked the buster dead in his face and I shot em'
[Hook 1] [Lord Infamous]
Nina, milli, military k**er
Feel my strategy warfare n***a
Nina, milli, military k**er
Feel my strategy warfare n***a
[Hook 2: Lord Infamous] 2x
We come to take this b**h by storm
n***a grab ya arms
Prepare, Armageddon comes
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Ya stuck up in the wrong part of town, M-Town-M-Town is on trey
Representin' nine to five, it's time I hit a snowflake
They got me on a cheese chase
I had to test one, my fingerprint were on his face
I had to tell son, ya rollin' with some n***as on a Cognac tip
Too many of them slow, the rest of em' got that weed in that there
We ain't gon' call this sh** a night till I feel alright
Me and my n***a was searchin belles till I get some tight
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
I bringin' out sh** that's gon' bring hell
n***a so f** yo bulletproof vest
And I be the best when it come to arsonist
I'm blazin' up in this sh**
I got chu' faded cause the lady that I be is in me
I'm chargin' all you s**er n***as, never f**in' for free
I'm takin' hoods like storms, I'm droppin' lyrics like bombs
I'm comin' quick to leave ya quick cause ho I be like the one
We goin' platinum on ya a** so hold this stick while I pee
Let's keep it on the down low bro
Cause you ain't heard it from me
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[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
Me be the murderer motherf**er
Servin' 'em musical felony
Bring em' in above the k**ers yellin' better deadly melody
With the infamy, everyone of my victims slept in misery
Since the emba**y with the chief
That lost the best in lyrical sorcery
Takin' a life in a second
Me spliting ya neck off with the guillotine
All you n***as fear of me, pay for the women see
Let the k**er do the job and I promise you won't feel a thing
I'm on a k**in' spree, of course it's me
That n***a that gives no mercy, see
[Verse 4: Juicy J]
You know n***as make plans, I'm the beater man
But I'm just a young a** n***a with Glock in hand
Every time ya see me in the streets I ain't rollin' deep
Cold f**in' plastic on the seats, don't cha' f** with me
Comin' from a city where n***as be slangin' dope and storin' cane
Memphis n***as step up in this now we runnin' thangs
Hooked with these Houston n***as now the plan is to get thicker
Prophet Posse, Houston posse now the plan's to get richer, b**h
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