[00:00.00] 作曲 : Paul D Beauregard/Jordan Houston/Patrick Lanshaw
[00:00.09][ Intro: DJ Paul]
[00:00.69]Yea-yea Chuch ya'khamsayn
[00:03.36]Once again it's on baby, y'all know what time it is
[00:06.30]I know it'sa shame ya'khamsayn
[00:09.09]You gatta actually killa a motha****a out here
[00:12.12]Just ta let a nigga now you ain't playin' with him
[00:15.06]And you ain't bullshittin' - yea that's some knowledge fa y'all
[00:20.34]Na'...we gon' get y'all inta this new artist
[00:22.56]His new ass - Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...
[00:24.57][Hook 8x - [DJ Paul]) *plays in the background*
[00:26.10]Get high to this shit - I'm high as a motha****a
[00:28.68][DJ Paul]
[00:29.04]Alotta rappers rap gangsta shit but they ain't did nothing
[00:32.25]DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen
[00:35.34]We done rolled down on niggas, we done let them gats burst
[00:38.40]We done seen niggas blood leak clean through they shirt
[00:41.52]I ain't lying too ya boys when I said that cha'll get did
[00:44.58]Man I keep me some hungry niggas ready ta split the wig
[00:47.70]Of a fake solid nigga, hoes lying in they raps
[00:50.70]Cuz they never shot guns and they never had ta scrap
[00:53.76][Juicy J]
[00:54.00]He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
[00:56.04]Made his body cold left em' red and wet
[00:58.35]Body curved up like a cornrow
[01:00.27]Police on the set, I'm a vet from the North - North
[01:03.36]Pack a rusty tec in the Lex' plus a sawed-off
[01:06.45]Hard makin' money when you watching for the ro-bbe-rers
[01:09.51]Narcotics and these hoodrats - nut go-ba-lers
[01:12.63]They'd take a shot at 'cha, put you in tha hospita'
[01:15.69]Leave you left fa dead, and they tell ya I'mma halla at ya
[01:17.97][Crunchy Black]
[01:18.45]Here I go again, try'na keep my motha****in' ass thin
[01:23.19]Niggas halla friends, but they fake friends
[01:26.58]I'mma nigga halla "motha**** friends "
[01:29.31]Tone up in my motha****in' right hand
[01:32.07]I'mma 'bouta go and ****in' rob a man
[01:35.49]Just so I can keep my ****in' family fed
[01:38.55]**** what'cha heard this is what I said
[01:41.64]Bust out some shots at ya ****in' head
[01:43.20][La Chat]
[01:43.41]I'mma meet you pockin' bitches, whoppin' niggas wit' my pistol
[01:46.14]In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out makin' missles
[01:49.20]This is war when you ****in' wit' LaChat - bitch y'ain't know
[01:52.65]Get 'cho posee out becuz we comin' 20 deep ho
[01:55.71]Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you ****ed up
[01:58.77]Ho this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up
[02:01.92]I'ont give a **** who you is, who you in too
[02:04.95]You won't touch a bitch, ha who me bitch - but I'll kill you
[02:07.47][Frayser Boy]
[02:07.77]A crooked as a barrell of snakes
[02:09.33]**** with the real not fake
[02:10.92]I represent the Bay - so ain't no need ta hate
[02:13.98]I'm counting tones and spray
[02:15.54]I'll blow your clean away
[02:17.01]This HCP don't play - won't see anotha day
[02:20.13]Y'kno we Hyp-notize, can see it in your eyes
[02:23.22]This Frayser Boy - no lie
[02:24.84]Inhalin' dro - so fine
[02:26.28]Y'kno we toppin' a poun'
[02:27.87]And still we stompin' your smile
[02:29.37]No need ta copy our styles
[02:30.90]What chain't been popped in a while
[02:31.83][Lil' Wyte]
[02:32.10]No more ****in' around by now I'm fed up
[02:34.38]I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up
[02:37.44]Cuz when you **** wit' this camp - let's say you messed up
[02:40.50]They told you in the beginning - don't try ta test us
[02:43.59]The day Lil' Wyte hooked up with the 6 - the shit was all she wrote
[02:46.68]Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat
[02:49.74]This shit be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga
[02:52.86]Adding some Pippen ta bitches get at me weaker than water
[02:55.86]This is the start of a problem thats lackin' a solution
[02:58.98]You graduated with honors - ta sell out institution
[03:02.04]And this for all the rappers that got kicked up out this camp
[03:05.07]I stole your plate when back fa seconds - +How U Luvin' That?+
[03:08.13]This is my motha****in' posee song - Wheres Jerome?
[03:11.28]Instead of gettin' up out yo shit - you stayed ya ass at home
[03:14.31]Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it hurt
[03:17.46]If they knew bitchin' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse
[03:20.64]Bitch doubt me now
[03:22.20][ Hook 8x - [DJ Paul ])

作曲 : Paul D Beauregard/Jordan Houston/Patrick Lanshaw
Yea-yea Chuch ya'khamsayn
Once again it's on baby, y'all know what time it is
I know it'sa shame ya'khamsayn
You gatta actually killa a motha****a out here
Just ta let a nigga now you ain't playin' with him
And you ain't bullshittin' - yea that's some knowledge fa y'all
Na'...we gon' get y'all inta this new artist
His new ass - Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...
) *plays in the background*
Get high to this shit - I'm high as a motha****a
Alotta rappers rap gangsta shit but they ain't did nothing
DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen
We done rolled down on niggas, we done let them gats burst
We done seen niggas blood leak clean through they shirt
I ain't lying too ya boys when I said that cha'll get did
Man I keep me some hungry niggas ready ta split the wig
Of a fake solid nigga, hoes lying in they raps
Cuz they never shot guns and they never had ta scrap
He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body cold left em' red and wet
Body curved up like a cornrow
Police on the set, I'm a vet from the North - North
Pack a rusty tec in the Lex' plus a sawed-off
Hard makin' money when you watching for the ro-bbe-rers
Narcotics and these hoodrats - nut go-ba-lers
They'd take a shot at 'cha, put you in tha hospita'
Leave you left fa dead, and they tell ya I'mma halla at ya
Here I go again, try'na keep my motha****in' ass thin
Niggas halla friends, but they fake friends
I'mma nigga halla "motha**** friends "
Tone up in my motha****in' right hand
I'mma 'bouta go and ****in' rob a man
Just so I can keep my ****in' family fed
**** what'cha heard this is what I said
Bust out some shots at ya ****in' head
I'mma meet you pockin' bitches, whoppin' niggas wit' my pistol
In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out makin' missles
This is war when you ****in' wit' LaChat - bitch y'ain't know
Get 'cho posee out becuz we comin' 20 deep ho
Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you ****ed up
Ho this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up
I'ont give a **** who you is, who you in too
You won't touch a bitch, ha who me bitch - but I'll kill you
A crooked as a barrell of snakes
**** with the real not fake
I represent the Bay - so ain't no need ta hate
I'm counting tones and spray
I'll blow your clean away
This HCP don't play - won't see anotha day
Y'kno we Hyp-notize, can see it in your eyes
This Frayser Boy - no lie
Inhalin' dro - so fine
Y'kno we toppin' a poun'
And still we stompin' your smile
No need ta copy our styles
What chain't been popped in a while
No more ****in' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up
Cuz when you **** wit' this camp - let's say you messed up
They told you in the beginning - don't try ta test us
The day Lil' Wyte hooked up with the 6 - the shit was all she wrote
Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat
This shit be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga
Adding some Pippen ta bitches get at me weaker than water
This is the start of a problem thats lackin' a solution
You graduated with honors - ta sell out institution
And this for all the rappers that got kicked up out this camp
I stole your plate when back fa seconds - +How U Luvin' That?+
This is my motha****in' posee song - Wheres Jerome?
Instead of gettin' up out yo shit - you stayed ya ass at home
Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it hurt
If they knew bitchin' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse
Bitch doubt me now
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