![]() We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers If you know what I know run that shit to my doe ![]() Paul and Juicy sent me gotta put you in the dirt broĬomin' with the pistols is easy we can get you guysįrayser boy bizzle or beezy it's the hypnotize Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin' getcha merked hoeĬhop it yeah, I hope folk money what I work fo' These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow Smokin' it up choppin' it to match it wit dub Open it up for closin' it up I don't give a fuck Took the rock nigga was got that was the plotĭodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks I told you, you don't want it with a hard hitta kid You gon' make a nigga get up with cha kid Now ain't that some shit ya hatin' on this click Y'all niggaz walk 'cuz ya walk like a bitch ![]() Y'all niggaz talk 'cuz ya talk like a bitch Make this money like we makin' it nigga, throw it down Stealin' motherfucker, take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga We finna do this for all you thievin' ass Hypnotized minds, HCP, hypnotized camp posse Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis I can't take anymore, I'm 'bout to explode I'm 'bout to overload, I'm 'bout to get it, boy All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the key's at Keep it easy, you don't want to get skeeted All on this motherfuckin' room, nigga, boom Lay down on your back so you can get up soon Stab you in your heart with a har-fuckin-poon Nigga, boom, nigga, boom Scarecrow's on it, I'm still hungry, starvin' for a platinum supper Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass set'll be eating rubber 'Cause if they skit-skat, gun 'em all down, even ghost towns Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round Ball bat, bash him in his back, beatin' bitches down Battle-axe blaze from the cross, body never found Catch a close encounter cause the Anna kills off these rap bums Chemical reaction cobra venom shot into his arm These, these, these bitches ain't runnin' (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These.Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome These niggas got plenty ana', but they ain't got plenty guns I'm bustin' out luxury cars, still got these hoes on the run I'm hearin' plenty mean words, but ain't no actions to boot We can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin' and movin' We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this ring I can pop your chest, plastic Glock, or pop your jaw, diamond rings Bitch, don't hate me, hate the bank, for stacks of cheese that I take Or hate my shiny wristband, and big-ass rims I rotate See people flip when I'm comin', got suckers sick at the stomach They wonderin' what I brought in, they wonderin' what I got comin' Niggas, I'm comin' like this, off in your mouth like a bitch Trust me, when you think of me, I'm bringing water, I'll start it What's the business? It's that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank Always have to mention my name, when you high on that drank Catch up with this boy you can't, cause you know I'm holdin' rank When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it make you faint Through the streets now have you heard, 'bout the Mafia droppin' birds Runnin' from the narcs and cops, tossin' out the bags of herb Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel If you wanna punk me out, Cartiers and a Dracula grill These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin'!), shit but y'all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
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