[Intro: Juicy J talking]
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Hen Hen Hen-o-sin, make a playa sin
Mix it in with the white gin, here we go again
Project Pat, gotta keep a strap, haters know I rap
Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark would, represent this hood
North Memphis nigga, Hollywood, make it understood
In my blood ain't no traitness or no fakeness
And no hoe couldn't break this, you can hate this
[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
This bitch, that bitch, nigga here's the deal
Crunchy ain't runnin' round here fakin' deals
Crunchy runnin' round here tryna get a mil
While you fakin' a deal, it don't cost nothin' to be real
All you gotta do is keep that shit real
Don't be runnin round here hollerin' you got deals
Don't be runnin round here hollerin' that you will kill
It don't cost nothing to be real but it cost when you kill
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
I'm bout to crash into you suckaz like the world trade
I'm ridin' green Escalades full of green grenades
You hoes always hollarin that we be some bitches and shit
But every time I turn around you got our name on your shit
I used to be with them, mane i'm still with them
You wish you was with them
How the fuck you hate them when you always claimin' them?
I think its funny cuz yall faggots be still callin my studio
Tryna get back, stay who you with, cuz I don't need you hoe
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Hen Hen Hen-o-sin, make a playa sin
Mix it in with the white gin, here we go again
Project Pat, gotta keep a strap, haters know I rap
Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark would, represent this hood
North Memphis nigga, Hollywood, make it understood
In my blood ain't no traitness or no fakeness
And no hoe couldn't break this, you can hate this
[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
This bitch, that bitch, nigga here's the deal
Crunchy ain't runnin' round here fakin' deals
Crunchy runnin' round here tryna get a mil
While you fakin' a deal, it don't cost nothin' to be real
All you gotta do is keep that shit real
Don't be runnin round here hollerin' you got deals
Don't be runnin round here hollerin' that you will kill
It don't cost nothing to be real but it cost when you kill
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
I'm bout to crash into you suckaz like the world trade
I'm ridin' green Escalades full of green grenades
You hoes always hollarin that we be some bitches and shit
But every time I turn around you got our name on your shit
I used to be with them, mane i'm still with them
You wish you was with them
How the fuck you hate them when you always claimin' them?
I think its funny cuz yall faggots be still callin my studio
Tryna get back, stay who you with, cuz I don't need you hoe
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