(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)

[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 ^!$$%, 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 (*##$ that (*##$, ^!$$% 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 %#@! real
Don't be runnin round here hollarin you got deals
Don't be runnin round here hollarin that you will kill

It don't cost nothing to be real
But it cost when you kill


[DJ Paul]
I'm bout to crash into you suckaz like the world trade
I'm ridin green Escalade

Full of green grenades
You hoes always hollarin that we be some (*##$es and %#@!
But every time I turn around you got our name on your %#@!

I used to be with them
Mane i'm still with them
You wish you was with them

How the $#&@ you hate them
When you always claimin them
I think its funny cuz yall !@$)gots 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 ^!$$%z, we buck and toss with no mercy hoe
We packin this guage and decorating you with bullet holes
La Chat I be ready, you bout to say for no reason %#@!

That leaves me no choice, to grab my glock and $#&@ up your wig
You think killa talk
But ain't no kill in your blood boy

That infrared be beamin i got ya scopin behind ya door
You ^!$$%z 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 (*##$


[Lord Infamous]
Got some syrup in my cup, got some smoke in my mouth

Got some white in my nose, got your (*##$ 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
$#&@in with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blown up

It's a hold up
Everybody fold up
^!$$%z talk like they tough

But they ain't got no nuts, (*##$

[Juicy J]

I'm shootin a !@() in her breast-o
Coward in his chest-o
And this police ^!$$% what we call him Donnie Brasco

If you (*##$es want war, you can bring it, lets go
When i put this tone in ya face, presto
A killa 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 $#&@in optimo (mo)

[Frayser Boy]

Dont you make the wrong move, and you get your $$# killed dog
A fake $$# ^!$$% 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 $#&@in back dog
Frayser Boy'll leave ya stankin pop you with the gat dog

[Project Pat]

I'm watchin out for you polices ^!$$%z 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 %#@! 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