Tonart: E minor•
Verse 1
Em
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
I wanna send a special shout out
to these hypocrites
These muthafuckin' fairy informant
ass niggaz mayne
You know what I'm sayin',
these muhfuckin' Donnie Brascos
These fuckin' dick riders,
ol' pussy eatin' bullshit ass niggaz
Verse 2
Em
Run they muhfuckin' mouth,
get they muhfuckin' wig
Split, talkin' all that muhfuckin' pussy
hoe ass shit nigga
We ain't playin' with none of you hoez
Y'all know who I'm talkin'
about fuck you bitches
C
Project Pat light the fuckin' track
Em
up for these hoes mayne
Verse 3
Em
Hen- hen- O- Sin make a playa sin,
mix it in with that white and gin
D
Here we go again, Project Pat gotta keep a strap,
haters know I rap
C
Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth,
blow me off the map
Em
I attack like a shark would
represent this hood
North Memphis, nigga Hollywood
Make it understand in my blood
D
G
D
ain't no trakeness
C
Or no fakeness and no hoe couldn't break this,
Verse 4
you can hate this
Em
Dis bitch that bitch,
nigga here's the deal
Crunchy ain't runnin' 'round
here fakin' deals
here tryna get a meal
Verse 5
it don't cost nothin' to be real
Em
All ya gotta do is keep that shit real
Don't be runnin' 'round here
hollerin' you got deals
D
Don't be runnin' 'round
here hollerin' that you'll kill
C
It don't cost nothin' to be real
but it costs when ya kill
Verse 6
Em
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
D
we be some bitches and shit
G
C
But everytime I turn around
you got our name on your shit
Verse 7
Em
I used to be with them mayne,
I'm still with them
You wish you was with them
How the fuck 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,
C
Em
C
stay who you with 'cause I don't need ya hoe
Verse 8
Em
I call up my niggaz we buckin' and
tossin' with no mercy hoe
We packin' mass case and decoratin'
ya with bullet holes
D
Em
D
La Chat I be ready you bustaz ain't
got no reeds and shit
C
That leaves me no choice to grab
my glock and go fucka wit
Verse 9
Em
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
D
You niggaz can't take it you hate
the fact that we runnin' it
C
You ain't gotta love it but you
gon learn to respect it bitch
Verse 10
Em
Got some syrup in my cup,
got some smoke in my mouth
Got some white in my nose,
got your bitch on the couch
D
Got her head in my lap,
trick I gotta keep it south
C
Got a problem with Three 6, gotta
blow your brains out
Verse 11
Em
Got that south sowed up,
got them guns loaded up
Fuckin' with the Scarecrow,
that'll get ya blowed up
It's a hold up, everybody fold up
C
Niggaz talk like they tough but they
Am
ain't got no nutts, bitch
Verse 12
a dike in her
breasto, coward in his chesto
And this police nigga,
what we call em' Donnie Brasco
D
If you bitches want war,
Em
D
you can bring it, let's go
C
When I put this tone in yo face presto
(Click)
Verse 13
Em
A killa in a black coat,
goin' to make a mesto
Leave you 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 fuckin'
Am
Em
optimol- doe
Verse 14
Em
Don't you make the wrong move and
you'll get your ass killed dawg
A fake ass nigga but he claimin'
that he real dawg
D
You ain't gotta lie to kick it actin'
like you down dawg
C
Always lookin' lite trying to wear
Verse 15
a murder frown dawg
Em
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
D
Hypnotize Camp Posse got
Frayser Boy will leave you stankin', pop
you with that gat dawg
Verse 16
Em
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
D
These lyrics just like Mona
Lisas 'cause you can sell it
C
The posse click tight like feces,
I know ya smell it
Verse 17
Em
This ghetto hood shit 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
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