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Yeah, you muthafuckin' hoesY'all know the muthafuckin' dead Hypnotize CampAnd Profit Posse in this muthafuckaGet one of these gold plaques on the wallBefore you talk some old muthafuckin' shitBitch, it's whatever nigga, we in this muthafuckaFor the 9-9, 9's to your head ho(Mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya, mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya)Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun bitchEvergreen gats have got these cowards on the run bitchKill 'em like they convictsKnow they hear them guns clickDoped up like a muthafucka(Cough, cough, snort)You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same blockWith a pearl Rolex watch and a knot, and a glock9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang 'cause I be hustlin' weightAnd we gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatin'I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can makeI'ma break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bringI'ma millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I wanna killYou weak ass niggaz don't want Lord InfamousSongtexteFrom South Parkway to get illLong from the norm, we get dumb with a bombWith the guns you bitches y'all best get steelScarecrow, Club House, yes it gets illSo, all y'all listen closely don't you ever forgetY'all wouldn't, y'all never be shit with out us bitch, don't forgetKillin' ain't shit, bitches ain't shitNiggaz ain't shit, bodies in a ditchHow any niggaz gonna talk dat shitAbout da Cruchy fuckin' Black, Thug Posse ya bitchNiggaz gon' talk, bitches gon' startMuthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a trunkAll I want is cash muthafuckaz haveGet down on your knees, gimme all your cashWhoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch your back'Cause still we chillin' with Pat, straped with them gatsBe ready to attack, all you hatin' ass niggazThat wanna jump, yo punk what's upYou better come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit'Cause boy, it's gonna get roughSituation's gone bad for you niggaz claimin' killazAutomatic triggaz pullin', drillin' holes inside your liverHow you figure, I was gon' let you talk that shitAnd peep these streets sayin', "That ScanMan boy's a bitch"Know watch them throw lights out in my headKillin', buckin', buckin' up in gunfireBullets rickin' off the walls, nigga this is warfareSuckaz claimin' they got nutsYou don't know these elephantsSpecialize in takin' notes, specialize in nappy hoesNiggaz this is serious, I can't play no games no moreNiggaz actin' curious but I think they know the scoreBitches know the Hypnotize medallion show what click you claimHold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain' in this gamea lot of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig splitIt's MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', Cracker JacksBusta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed offWatch me put my ski mask onCome a gat back now trick now drop it offShoot a super soaker in a minuteDon't you give a fuck about another niggaIf he's speakin' use your counter attackRollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a niggaSmack a bitch, you crump, you ain't no bustaAin't no love lost off in my heart, there's no place colderWon't you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' ourSocialists up actin' miss servin' sevensHave 'em in jail suspended, in the middleStarted rivalries civil, homies swithin', actin' fickleBut if you fuck with family ties, we leave you tripleThat nigga there know his gun a missileLord don't flash on him, only man ain't chivalErasin' ample businesses all in the name of the T-RockSuckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocksBangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat popsAway from the gravity, stand and point your a tech and see him dropYeah, I know, I know, down, down, baby goin' down, downSweet dreams baby, rock-a-bye, babyNiggaz wanna run up, we be flexin' the TechAnd be pointed at ya we comin', and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet yaYou wanna hit 'em but nigga you an't forget 'em, forget 'emBecause you sorry and sorry ain't nothin' but venomI know bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' meFuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck you up more than meIt's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever ho, whatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever ho, whateverA lot of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point acrossRidin' in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets tossTossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some drammaRidin' with my congregation and we smokin' on marijuanaIf you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to bustCaught that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his faceNow I race, from the scenery, blowin' on greeneryKnow I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to meIt's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rollsNewspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toesYou should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a trainKiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb 'cause I don't explainI maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cathin' cappersShootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vaporsPlaya Haters, violaters, bullshiters, this for y'allBoy I keep a big gun, you don't want none Aus Songtexte Mania