Yeah you muthafuckin hoes
Yall know the muthafuckin dead Hypnotize Camp and Profit Posse in this
muthafucka
Get one of these gold plaques on the wall before you talk some old
muthafuckin shit
Bitch, its whatever nigga
We in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9s to your head ho
(Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya)
Glock 9s, Tech 9s, any kinda gun bitch
Evergreen gats have got these cowards on the run bitch
Kill em like they convicts
Know they hear them guns click
Doped up like a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin same block
With a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 oclock clock nigga like to slang cuz I be hustlin weight and
We gon put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatin
Ima be every fuckin piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make
Ima break every fuckin bitch, fatalities that I can bring
Ima millie my pillie but killie, killin everything that I wanna kill
You weak ass niggaz dont want Lord Infamous from South Parkway to get ill
Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, with the guns you bitches yall
best get steel
Scarecrow, Club House, yes it gets ill
So, all yall listen closely dont you ever forget
Yall wouldnt, Yall never be shit with out us bitch
Dont forget
Killin aint shit
Bitches aint shit
Niggaz aint shit
Bodies in a ditch
How many niggaz done talked that shit
About the Project fuckin Pat, Thug Posse ya bitch
Niggaz gon talk, bitches gon start
Muthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a trunk
All I want is cash
Muthafuckaz have
Get down on your knees
Gimme all your cash
Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch your back
Cause still we chillin with Pat
Straped with them gats
Be ready to attack
All you hatin ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk whats up
You better come up real with your muthatfuckin shit, cause boy, its gonna
get rough
Situations gone bad, for you niggaz claimin killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin drillin holes inside your liver
How you figure, I was gon let you talk that shit and peep these streets
Sayin "That ScanMan boys a bitch" know watch them throw lights out in my
head
Killin, buckin, buckin up in Gunfire
Bullets rickin off the walls, nigga this is Warfare
Suckaz claimin they got nuts
You dont know these elephants
Specialize in takin notes
Specialize in nappy hoes
Niggaz this is serious, I cant play no games no more
Niggaz actin curious, but I think they know the score
Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show what click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain, in this game
Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin the wig split
Its MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin, jackin, Cracker Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, come a gat back now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute dont you give a fuck about another nigga
if hes speakin use your counter attack
Rollin like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crump,
you aint no busta
Aint no love lost off in my heart, theres no place colder
Wont you come a little closer nigga, you wont be rollin our
Socialists up actin miss servin sevens
Have em in jail suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries civil
Homies swithin, actin fickle
But if you fuck with family ties, we leave you triple
That nigga there know his gun a missle, Lord dont flash on him, only man
aint chival
Erasin ample businesses all in the name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocks
Bangin the hit stops, it wont be over, til your heat pops
Away from the gravity, stand and point your a Tech and see him drop
Yeah I know, I know
Down, down, baby goin down, down
Sweet dreams baby, Rock-a-bye baby
Niggaz wanna run up, we be flexin the Tech and
Be pointed at ya we comin, and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet ya
You wanna hit em, but nigga you ant forget em, forget em
Because you sorry, and sorry aint nothin but venom
I know bitches out there lovin me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin me
Fuckin me aint the story gon fuck you up more than me
Its whatever, whatever ho
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Whatever
Alot of gunfire, bustin on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin in your hood and let the muthafuckin bullets toss
Tossin me a berries pack, now Im tossin you some dramma
Ridin with my congregation, and we smokin on marijuana
If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to bust
Caught that niggaz slippin at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery, blowin on greenery
Know I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
Its the weak, told to tell em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin deep, hittin like a train
Kiss the floor, dont be lookin dumb cause I dont explain
I maintain, killaz catchin drinks, Project cathin cappers
Shootin at your muthafuckin lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for yall
Boy I keep a big gun, you dont want none
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