| AUUUUUU! |
| Wolfpack, GET DOWN BITCH!
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| GET ON THE MUTHA FUCKIN GROUND HOE!
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| HYPNOTIZE GOT DAMN POSSE IN YO HOUSE BITCH!
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| Gangsta Boo, Crunchy Blac, Lord Infamous, DJ Paul, Juicy J, La Chat
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| And my new nigga Frayser Boy!
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| (Gangsta Boo)
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| Hypnotize Camp bitch, step into this mask
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| Get yo ass fucked up bitch, 44 blast
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| And u lemons lookin at me hard
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| Gangsta B. assasin gonna catch a fuckin murder charge
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| Fuckin wit you niggas
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| Mutha fuckas wit that hoe shit
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| Circulatin gossip bout the lady, whats the bizness bitch
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| If u really got a problem then let my niggas know
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| How you gonna handle that? |
| the wrath of a killer hoe
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| (Crunchy Blac)
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| Make the wrong move and body’s get bruised
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| Talk to much fool, and I duct tape you
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| Act a damn fool and get treated like a fool
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| What did I do to get stuck in these shoes
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| Ooooh the fuck? |
| oooh!!! |
| when ya see me come thru
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| Lock and fuckin load, when I pop at you
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| Do the damn thing, nigga do what you do
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| Ain’t no attitude I’m just being like you
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| (Frayser Boy)
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| I’m knockin down you niggas doors
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| Fuckin all you niggas hoes
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| Get out the way Im throwin bows
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| A nigga hurt, dont stop no show
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| Straight out the Bay a nigga real
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| Dont try to fake the fuckin deal
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| All my dogs I know is trill
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| I’m out here tryna get a meal
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| Fuckin wit that Hypnotize
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| I can see it in yo eyes
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| Frayser Boy it ain’t no lie
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| You can kiss yo ass goodbye
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| I been branded as HCP
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| Niggas dont u fuck wit me
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| Just like the Sun bringin heat run up nigga u gone see bitch
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| (Lord Infamous)
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| BLAY!
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| Lords the horrid; |
| very morbid
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| Chainsaw roaring, niggas blood is pouring
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| Arts of War — I invented the torment
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| 44 gat, all the slugs are soaring
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| You’re the target, hope you can absorb it
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| My mortuaries got plenty of storage
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| I got some shit that launch yo ass into orbit
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| Close the casket, obituary poetry
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| (DJ Paul)
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| Now Ima break it down for ya since you bitches dont know
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| Just because u signed wit select-o, you ain’t a CEO
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| Ya gotta sell some records first, thats part of the plan
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| Lets try to see if you can get more than 20,000 on sound scan
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| You wack ass bitches what ya playin wit this cheese
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| Ya need to get up on 80 G’s and hollar at me
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| Thats the discounted price for a Hypnotize beat
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| On my wall I got some Golds and I got some PTs
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| I bet u knew dat Bitch
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| (Juicy J)
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| I’m from the hood
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| I ain’t no good
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| Wit 20 niggas deep
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| We rollin lac wood
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| You can’t faze me
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| You do amaze me
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| You say u on top
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| So why u hate me
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| You muggin u starin
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| But I ain’t carin
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| Or is it my watch
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| The platinum the carats
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| But why u wanna do
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| What grown folks do
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| Like go to house of dubbs
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| And purchase 22's
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| (La Chat)
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| I’m puttin the city on lock
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| I’m finna load up them Glocks
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| I’m gonna blow up ya spot
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| When ya run ya get popped
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| Loaded strapped up wit gats
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| But you can’t kill of a mack
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| You done fucked up ya know dat
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| I hope you watchin yo back
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| I gave you props a great bitch
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| Them killers give me yo shit
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| La Chat gone blow off yo wig
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| Why you keep crossin yo nig
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| I hope ya ready for war
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| Ain’t got no time for ya boys
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| Mayn I got somethin in store
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| Ya need to play wit ya whore
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| I get together the tone
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| Pull up in front of ya home
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| Ya betta know that its on
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| That woman shoot up ya dome
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| Since ya wanna be a killer
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| Heres ya chance ya nigga
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| Lets see do u got the liver
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| To pull ya gun and the trigga
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| Alot of bitches hate Chat
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| But I ain’t fucked up bout dat
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| Ya wanna get off some anna
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| Shit!!! |
| ya know where I’m at
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| But then ya know how I roll
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| Ya bitches know what I’m bout
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| Ain’t no discussions wit me
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| I put my foot in yo mouth |