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