H.C.P. Frayser Boy (Ft. Crunchy Black, DJ Paul, Juicy J, Lil Wyte & Lord Infamous)

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[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah, H.C.P. Defeat does not exist in this Camp
Do you hear me it's goin down
Yhe niggas who's sellin for real
Ya boys hurtin out there man
I see your sound scans we killin you baby
And we gon keep bringing this pain
And this motherfuckin bump in your motherfuckin speakers

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
See I'm the number one killa for these bitch ass niggas
Got guns got rope for a bitch ass nigga
Plastic bags, duck tape for a bitch ass nigga
Stolen cars, sellin hoes for a bitch ass nigga
S K's, double clips for a bitch ass nigga
40 cal. on the hip for a bitch ass nigga
Ridin Benz's shootin at you old bitch ass nigga
Hypnotize we allergic to a bitch ass nigga
Niggas wanna talk shit you a kid to me
I'll fuck you up, real dog, its some killas with me
In the end you won't see me, just wait for my calls
Ill ride by shoot your momma's house up and all
And leave a motherfucker bleedin on the carpet
Walk right up to your bedroom window and don't stop it
Nigga you started, I won't when I brought you back
Momma dead in the Lexus, when you look back