Yeah you know what I'm sayin I wanna send a special shout out to these
hypocrites, these muthaf**kin fairy informant a** niggaz mayne, you know what
I'm sayin, These muhf**kin Donnie Brascos these f**kin dickriders, ol' p**sy
eatin' b******t a** niggaz, run they muhf**kin mouth, get they muhf**kin wig
split, talkin all that muhf**kin p**sy hoe a** sh*t ni**a
We ain't playin with none of you hoez
Ya'll know who I'm talkin about F**K YOU B**CHES!!!
Project Pat light the f**kin track up for these hoes mayne...
Hen-Hen-O-Sin make a playa sin/
Mix it in with that white and 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, ni**a Hollywood/
Make it understand in my blood ain't no trakeness, or no fakeness/
And no hoe couldn't break this/
You can hate this/
Dis B**ch that b**ch, ni**a here's the deal/
Crunchy ain't runnin' round' here fakin' deals/
Crunchy runnin round here tryna get a meal/
Why you fakin' a deal, it don't cost nothin to be real/
All ya gotta do is keep that sh*t real/
Don't be runnin round here hollerin you got deals/
Don't be runnin round here hollerin that you'll kill/
It don't cost nothin to be real, but it costs when ya kill/
I'm bout to crash into you suckaz like the WORLD TRADE/
I'm riding Green Escalade, full of green grenades/
You hoez always hollerin that we be some b**ches and sh*t, but everytime I turn
around you got our name on your sh*t/
"I used to be with them mayne I'm still with them", you wish you was with them/
How the f**k you hate them when you always claimin them?/
I think it's funny cause ya'll faggots be still calling my studio
Trying to get back, stay who you with cuz I don't need ya hoe!
I call up my niggaz we buckin' and tossin' with no mercy hoe/
We packin mass case, and decoratin ya with bullet holes/
La Chat I be ready you bustaz ain't got no reeds and sh*t/
That leaves me no choice to grab my glock and go f**ka wit/
You speak killa talk, but ain't no killa in yo blood boi!/
The infrared be beamin', I got this scope-a behind your door/
You niggaz can't take it you hate the fact that we runnin it/
You ain't gotta love it, but you gon learn to respect it b**ch!
Got some syrup in my cup, got some smoke in my mouth/
Got some white in my nose, got your b**ch on the couch/
Got her head in my lap, trick I gotta keep it south/
Got a problem with Three 6, gotta blow your brains out/
Got that south sowed up/
Got them guns loaded up/
F**kin with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blowed up/
It's a hold up, Everybody fold up/
Niggaz talk like they tough, but they ain't got no nutts...B**CH!!!
I'm shootin' a dike in her breasto/
Coward in his chesto/
And this police ni**a/What we call em' Donnie Brasco/
If u b**ches want war, U can bring it, Let's go/
When I put this tone in yo face (click) presto/
A killa in a black coat/
Goin' to make a mesto/
Leave u in da street wit a bloody Willie Esco/
Drankin' on some scotch, and we choppin' down that coco/
Tryin' to roll some pot in a f**kin' optimol-doe/
Don't you make the wrong move, and you'll get your a** killed dawg/
A fake a** ni**a, but he claimin that he real dawg/
You ain't gotta lie to kick it actin' like you down dawg/
Always lookin lite trying to wear a murder frown dawg/
Don't you get smacked, and be gettin off the pavement dawg/
Don't you make me act a fool when somebody hatin' me dawg/
Hypnotize Camp Posse got my f**kin back dawg/
Frayser Boy will leave you stankin pop you with that gat dawg/
I'm watchin out for you polices, niggaz who'll tell it
This union will rip your head in pieces, I know ya feel it
These lyrics just like Mona Lises cuz you can sell it
The Posse Click tight like feces I know ya smell it
This ghetto hood sh*t is crucial just like a murder
You step WHOA then we shoot ya we quick to serve ya
You hate us feelings mutual so don't be scared-a
The HCP will do ya mayne we gon hurtcha
