Fuckin Wit the Best Project Pat (Ft. Crunchy Black, DJ Paul, Juicy J, La Chat, Lord Infamous & T-Rock)
[DJ Paul]
HCP Hypnotize Camp Posse bitch and it's still on hoe
(Chorus 1) (2x)
North North North North North Mafia
(Chorus 2)
When you fuck wit us well bitch you fuckin with the fuckin best
When you fuck wit us well bitch you fuckin with the fuckin best
When you fuck wit us bitch fuck the rest you fuckin with the best my...
Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Posse
[Verse 1: Crunchy Blac]
Let me see do you niggas rob
Let me see do you niggas kill
Let me see do you niggas know how to get you a fuckin mill
Let me see do you niggas know how to keep shit real
If you faking the deal then you get your ass killed
Ain't no hating round here nigga we 'bout our business
All we trying to get is paper and we ain't even witness
You talk a whole bunch of shit, get your head bussed bitch
We put bodies in the back of of our pickup bitch
And droppin' 'em in a ditch
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Bitch eat these hollow tips and die fuckin one through brain and rib cage
Once they come simulate through your lungs make sure dum-dums don't die today
Dig these hoes, bury these foes, bitch keep your nose up out my tray
Toss grenades, chopper spray, stay the fuck up out my way
Leave dem casket doors closed nuthin 'left but nigga guts
Take a paper sac don't be at the funeral throwing up
None of his remains but these thangs I left in his truck
Sincerely yours Lord Infamous Scarecrow
HCP Hypnotize Camp Posse bitch and it's still on hoe
(Chorus 1) (2x)
North North North North North Mafia
(Chorus 2)
When you fuck wit us well bitch you fuckin with the fuckin best
When you fuck wit us well bitch you fuckin with the fuckin best
When you fuck wit us bitch fuck the rest you fuckin with the best my...
Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Posse
[Verse 1: Crunchy Blac]
Let me see do you niggas rob
Let me see do you niggas kill
Let me see do you niggas know how to get you a fuckin mill
Let me see do you niggas know how to keep shit real
If you faking the deal then you get your ass killed
Ain't no hating round here nigga we 'bout our business
All we trying to get is paper and we ain't even witness
You talk a whole bunch of shit, get your head bussed bitch
We put bodies in the back of of our pickup bitch
And droppin' 'em in a ditch
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Bitch eat these hollow tips and die fuckin one through brain and rib cage
Once they come simulate through your lungs make sure dum-dums don't die today
Dig these hoes, bury these foes, bitch keep your nose up out my tray
Toss grenades, chopper spray, stay the fuck up out my way
Leave dem casket doors closed nuthin 'left but nigga guts
Take a paper sac don't be at the funeral throwing up
None of his remains but these thangs I left in his truck
Sincerely yours Lord Infamous Scarecrow
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