(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)
[Intro: DJ Paul]
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 m********* out here
Just ta let a n**** 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 a** - Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...
[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul) plays in the background]
Get high to this s*** - I'm high as a m*********
[DJ Paul]
Alotta rappers rap gangsta s*** but they ain't did nothing
DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen
We done rolled down on n*****, we done let them gats burst
We done seen n***** 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 n***** ready ta spit the wig
Of a fake solid n****, hoes lying in they wraps
Cuz they never shot guns and they never had ta scrap
[Juicy J]
He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body cold left from 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'ma halla at ya
[Crunchy Blac]
Here I go again, try'na keep my m**********' a** thin
n***** halla friends, but they fake friends
I'ma n**** halla "m******** friends"
Torn up in my m**********' right hand
I'ma 'bouta go and f*****' rob a man
Just so I can keep my f*****' family fed
f*** what'cha heard this is what I said
Bust out some shots at ya f*****' head
[LaChat]
I'ma meet you pockin' b******, whoppin' n***** wit' my pistol
In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out makin' missles
This is war when you f*****' wit' LaChat - b**** y'aint know
Get 'cho posee out becuz we comin' 20 deep hoe
Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you f***** up
Hoe this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up
I'ont give a f*** who you is, who you in too
You wont touch a b****, ha who me b**** - but I'll kill you
[Frayser Boy]
A crooked as a barrell of snakes
f*** 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 crean 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
[Lil' Wyte]
No more f*****' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up
Cuz when you f*** 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 s*** was all she wrote
Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat
This s*** be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga
Adding some Pippen ta b****** 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 m**********' posee song - Wheres Jerome?
Instead of gettin' up out yo s*** - you stayed ya a** at home
Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it hurt
If they knew b******' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse
b**** doubt me now
[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul)]
[Intro: DJ Paul]
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 m********* out here
Just ta let a n**** 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 a** - Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...
[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul) plays in the background]
Get high to this s*** - I'm high as a m*********
[DJ Paul]
Alotta rappers rap gangsta s*** but they ain't did nothing
DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen
We done rolled down on n*****, we done let them gats burst
We done seen n***** 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 n***** ready ta spit the wig
Of a fake solid n****, hoes lying in they wraps
Cuz they never shot guns and they never had ta scrap
[Juicy J]
He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body cold left from 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'ma halla at ya
[Crunchy Blac]
Here I go again, try'na keep my m**********' a** thin
n***** halla friends, but they fake friends
I'ma n**** halla "m******** friends"
Torn up in my m**********' right hand
I'ma 'bouta go and f*****' rob a man
Just so I can keep my f*****' family fed
f*** what'cha heard this is what I said
Bust out some shots at ya f*****' head
[LaChat]
I'ma meet you pockin' b******, whoppin' n***** wit' my pistol
In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out makin' missles
This is war when you f*****' wit' LaChat - b**** y'aint know
Get 'cho posee out becuz we comin' 20 deep hoe
Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you f***** up
Hoe this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up
I'ont give a f*** who you is, who you in too
You wont touch a b****, ha who me b**** - but I'll kill you
[Frayser Boy]
A crooked as a barrell of snakes
f*** 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 crean 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
[Lil' Wyte]
No more f*****' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up
Cuz when you f*** 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 s*** was all she wrote
Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat
This s*** be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga
Adding some Pippen ta b****** 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 m**********' posee song - Wheres Jerome?
Instead of gettin' up out yo s*** - you stayed ya a** at home
Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it hurt
If they knew b******' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse
b**** doubt me now
[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul)]