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I represent where them killaz hang


[Lord Infamous]
The ganja I'm chokin'
The laws'll get broken

The !@#( 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
$#&@ you !@#$it

My automatic
Ready for static
Blastery tragic

Have you in plastic
Way my mind be twisted
Got me itchin' gotta have it

^!$$%s want to approach Lord Infamous
But I am loco I will blow
Your head off your shoulders


[Project Pat]
Mister murderer robbers

^!$$%s with some charges
You fake motha$#&@as
We gonna finish what you started

Yo heart is a ^!$$% set
(*##$ you best ah have a gat
Smoke a ^!$$%

With that trigga
Memphis ^!$$% 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 %#@! (*##$

Can't go I ti-zook all of you hoes
Loadin' up my mind
Daily $#&@in' 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 (*##$

No money on my book
Manne this %#@! 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 $#&@ 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' $$# (*##$es
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 $#&@in' glass

Manne I bet'cha I kill yo $$#
^!$$% pop with the glock
In a pine $#&@in' box
Don't you try to call the $#&@in' cop
Cause a ^!$$% ain't gonna stop

[Project Pat]

Shootin', cappin', jack and chill
Lettin' you so calleds know the deal
Hollow tips yo $$# gonna feel
Roll yo dice (*##$ and you real
$#&@in' 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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