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[lord infamous - talking]
Yeah, lord infamous ,back in this thang, the scarecrow, keyser soze
You know in memphis, we got this lil saying, when somebody tryna cross then
Flodgin, high cappin'
We got this lil thing we call ov nigga, that means its over

[lord infamous]
Fuck with this super thug and get drugged
Sweep your bodyparts under the rug
Burry this butcher knife deep in yo guts
Make you a nice warm blanket of mud
You fools aint learned to see the rear burn
Hollow point hit you so hard your body turned
You have been advised dont fuck with wise guys
Hypnotize rydaz 4,5 clips surprize
I know your click is full of wussies
When you walk by you smell like pussies
You niggaz aint killa to fuck with godzilla
Monsters, villans fo real and cap peelaz
Perpetrate ,tough ,and get fucked up quick
Whipped like a bitch and shot in the dick
Infamous, and your neck i will squeeze boy
Come play wit me, ull see its ov, over

[hook x2]
Wanna run up on me its ov
Test the h c to the p its ov
Get these bullets on gp its on me
Better drop down to your knees its ov

[lord infamous]
So all you niggaz join gangs because your weak alone
Catch you by yo self yo ass ol' get gone
Run up in the door high jack you in yo home
Tie your ass up and beat ya wit the phone
You dont wanna feel the force of the tone
Smack ya in the face and crack your jaw bone
Hit this cocaine and do yo ass wrong
Like a 1 in 1, put 2 to yo dome
Glock, smith and wessen, luga and rugaaa
Will make sure you have no future
Cock back the hammer and close your pupils
Lord wit the sword is very crucial
Hands in the air yo ass best not move
Dont make me walk on yo ass wit these boots
Lord of the hood, i got the crossbolt
Bulls eye bitch arrow in yo throat

[hook 2x]

[lord infamous]
Beat,rob, break, murder, erase
Dont run, there-is-no-escape
Bullets-hit-you right in the face
Im-not-scared-to catch a case
Slugz, hoes, blood- all on yo clothes
Who'll die next
Nobody knows
Insain- mane -takin a drain
Bitch i-will-empty-yo vains
I -do -not -feel -no- remorse
Blow-your-mammy ass off the porch
Slap-yo-punk-ass-all-around
You-got-2 days-to leave town
Niggaz-got-they-dick in the dust
Style-kick-and shot the fuck up
45s, 9s, and the grenades
Blow-yo-bitch-right off the stage

[hook 2x]
Ov nigga, over [4x]

[chours 2x]
Pass me da mutha-fuckin' blunt mane
Hurry up or else somebody's gonna get sprayed
Caugh and choke on the weed is just what i do
Caugh and choke on the weed is just what i do

[crunchy black]
Smoke dis, smoke dat, smoke weed, smoke crack
Everybody gettin' high, high off they fuckin' sac
Everybody know me, know me by black
Black be smokin' weed mane, smokin' weed by da stack
Got dis, got dat, got swishers, got blacks
Got dat smoked out no doubt, bumpin' on the fuckin' track
Gonna get high mane, roll to get high mane
Smoke till i die mane, ain't no fuckin' thang
I'ma smoke till i die, i'ma break down that swisher
I'ma fill it up wit weed, i'ma blow it like a mista
Ain't no smokin' wit me mane, ain't no smokin' wit me mista
When you leave here dawg, you gone leave here in blistas'
You gone have to pull ya pistols because ya high and ya smooth
And ya think we mix our weed with some god damn eww (hey!)
You must be tootin', tootin' on that fruit in ya cell (man!)
Nigga the only thang i mix my weed with is god damn cell

[chours 2x]

[crunchy black]
Here's a round a two a, what ya wanna do a?
Smoke that fuckin' weed, smoke some fuckin' budda
You might as well gone head suit up, what ya waana do a?
Break that fuckin' weed down, put that fuckin' toot up
You knew a, i was comin' threw dis bitch
I been smoked out and loced out all day lil' bitch
I don't play lil' bitch, i get paied lil' bitch
Smoke weed and get high everyday lil' bitch, and don't play

[la chat]
Was up nigga? pass dat dope, gone get your smoke, i'm gone hit it
Get fucked up, we full a dat pure, i got my pure to go wit it
La chat be gone up off dat dojer, great for bendin' my knees
I be so blink dat i can't think, mane i'm so full of dat weed
Wanna blow a gun? hell naw, but you know i get smoked
Mane fuck my nose, it is my lungs i'm tryin' to inhale when i smoke
I get a blunt, and then i dip it in dat (?) and i'm gone
I'm so fucked up, which way is which, don't know how da fuck i got home

[chours 2x]

[repeat threw chours]
Dat shit's some fire, dat shit's some fire

(feat. la chat)

[dj paul-talking]
Yeah muthafuckaz! the platinum plaque bringers of the mothafuckin' "m"
Back in this bitch, nigga. h-c muthafuckin' p.
Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them black trucks up. who we got in this muthafucka
We got my girl la chat, gangsta boo, crunchy muthafuckin' black
Playboy juice, project muthafuckin' pat, lord imfamous, and me
Dj muthafuckin' paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "m" town.
And it's goin' down- hypnotyze minds ho!

[hook]
Mafia!... mafia!... mafia!... mafia!...
Mafia!... mafia!... mafia!... mafia!

[la chat]
La chat, with that gat
The other queen of memphis
Hypnotize camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...

[gangsta boo]
...in the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' cris fuck a glass
Nigga drink it out the bottle...

[la chat]
...don't be hatin' and shit
'cause we gettin' paid and shit
Ain't no need be lyin' till i die
I'm gon' be lovin' this...

[gangsta boo]
...the bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta
Ridin' nigga posted up
Fuck you bitches up when i come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers bust
Chat, you got my fuckin' back?

[la chat]
Yeah i got your fuckin' back
Buckin' bitches that be hatin'
Blow their chest up through their back

[gangsta boo]
High as hell can't you tell
'cause my eyes are red as fire
'bout to fuck this nigga
Take his money- pimpin' 'till i die
Hypnotyze minds be the label that pay me
Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit
You cannot faze me

[la chat]
So you heard it from the queens
Hcp we be together
Fuckin' with my family bitch
It's gon' have to be whatever...

[hook 1x]

[lord imfamous]
How can you relate to this
Niggaz they be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin' dividends
Burn it man, half in
Better known as "assed in"
All i want is money man
Can't you niggaz comprehend?
Lock and fuckin' load fool
Break the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no attitude fool
This is what we came to do
With them bodies in the bag
Put that dope in the bag
Put that money in the bag
Let's go fool, rat tat tat

[juicy "j"]
They call me juicy gigolo
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you bitches
To beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you niggaz
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Put her on the house
I got my dick sucked
When i was on the couch
My nigga walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My nigga took her mouth

[project pat]
By love real my nig
Let blood spill my nig
Shoot to kill my nig
If ya real my nig
Project pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
Hang with macks my nig
Who tote gats my nig
It's blast or be left
Baller in your blood
White girl up your nose
Ya high off that bud
A slug in the lot
Your car and no strap
Blew your gotdamn brains
In your partner's lap

[lord imfamous]
Choose your weapons
But boy choose them carefully
Each of my poisons
Are deadlier melodies
I am the doctor
And this is your therapy
You can have one
So you must get a pair of these
Beat, bound and gagged
Bump off bounty
Place all his pieces
All over county
The shit's very lethal
That i place in the needle
Prepare you for your last trip
To the cathedral

[dj paul]
I seen how tv can hurt
And plus platinum plaques to match
And add them twenties and vogues
And gucci jackets on backs
We got them bentlys and benzes
And all them lexus on lock
The picture gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them bitches hot
You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'
And wanna rise in the hood
It's cold i'm crankin' up heat
And you wish you could
Y'all wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you wish you was
And get off the grind
I'm keepin' one in the chamber
Because i'm filled up with anger
And when i see yo little hoe 'n'
You knowin' your life's in danger
I do a show y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of shit
Is that the best way that you know
To get attention lil bitch
I understand how they feel
They feelin' that they left out
And we the ones movin' on
So we the ones talked about
But niggaz keep it your best
And one day then you'll get a crown
But until then do a hit of coke
And keep feelin' down
'cause suckaz... that's real

[hook 1x]

(feat. la chat)

[(hook) - dj paul]
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin threw your people when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way shit
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit

[dj paul]
Now don't you really hate
When somebody be two wayin you
And plus you knowin for a fact
That you aint given them the number two
She just a groupie ass
That's all up on your grind
Bustin characters
Puttin shit like you was on my mind
Im hitten back, back
Look here lil momma
You wasten yo time
And plus the scats out to fuckin
House of don't be wasten mine
And especially ones
With the pages that be unlimited
Dat do you wrong
Cause they deal
Gon stay to say you did
They some two way freaks
And they out the were
Hitchu up at like 4 in da mornin
You be like god damett were you ridin
Down the street side to side
Cause this nigga bout to wreck
Im bout to throw this motorola out the window
Im gettin tired of this bitch
What you want from me
Gave you to my dog
But you still keep beepin shit outta me
All in front of yo man
Claimin you talkin to yo girl
He don't know
Plus you specialize in this
Yous a two way hoe fo sho

[(hook) - dj paul]
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin threw your people when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit

[juicy 'j']
They call me the juice
The no chicken lover
A gigglo at night
Dats always in trouble
I cruise around the city
I'm rollin up the sticky
I'm ridin 22's
And i love big titties
Gel and weave
Gel and weave
If she from the hood
Then she down wit me
She got gel and weave
Gel and weave
Wit a big round ass
Im yo man to be
As im rollin down the block
A player gotta beep
That said i wanna fuck
A two way freak
Her name is rhonda peary
Who works at the dairy
Her chewin is da bomb
But her face looks scary
Im pushin down the street
Tryin to make it to her house
And then i gotta beep from my freak
Named minnie mouse
They call her minnie mouse
She live a couple trees
She eat a lot of cheese
If you hit she'll squeak

[(hook) - dj paul]
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin threw your people when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit

[la chat]
Early in the mornin
My two way is jumpin
Wit da petty want some boys
Daddy want nothin
Wastin up my characters
You don't have to pay thus
I aint got no time for no
Watchu doin unless its just
Goin to the bathroom
Two way on the tv
Come back
It's my baby daddy
Tryin to see whos beepin me
Dog that's a no, no
Get yo stuff you gotta go
Scrollin threw my two way
Its like scrollin threw my cash flow
Look jack
In the club
Boys they be tryin to holla
Don't know how to act
Gotta two way on yo colar
Askin can you get a beep
Hell na not at all
You'll be dat dude
Dat'll make me
Throw my junk into the wall
How you get yo business
Some times its for playas yo
I can make exceptions
When you want to
Spend dat chedda
If you want to hit me up
Make sure daddies worth a hit
Or you when like you responded
I don't mess with two-way tricks

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