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I represent where them k**az hang
(Lord Infamous)
The ganja I'm chokin'
The laws'll get broken
The pussies are open
The k**as is scopin'
The (?) is smokin'
Is bloodily soakin'
The Scarecrow
The sicker
The Snizote I'm locin'
We up in the attic
My victim in panic
They try to get franic
Got blowed off the planet
They don't understand it
Soldiers can't stand it
That's how I planned it
f** you goddamnit
My automatic
Ready for static
Blastery tragic
Have you in plastic
Way my mind be twisted
Got me itchin' gotta have it
n***as want to approach Lord Infamous
But I am loco I will blow
Your head off your shoulders
(Project Pat)
Mister murderer robbers
n***as with some charges
You fake mothaf**as
We gonna finish what you started
Yo heart is a n***a set
b**h you best ah have a gat
Smoke a n***a
With that trigga
Memphis n***a Project Pat
I'm down like the Kamakaze souldier on a k**in' spree
Once we get into it dog
You gonna have to murder me
Who I be
I'm hidin' in the bushes layin'
Push us to the ground
Ghetto clown
Off your blood you shall drown
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(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not today
Now the koopstas off the streets
Only real G's close to me
He's (?)
People sayin' folks
Tryin' to take me as a joke
But this pimp sh** b**h
Can't go I ti-zook all of you hoes
Loadin' up my mind
Daily f**in' my patience
Runnin' from my visitations
Just the coo fool can ya face me
Claim to be my friend
When ya takin' a second look
I guess it's on then
Big bizness b**h
No money on my book
Manne this sh** is hectic
So I'm callin' up to got
Me and my charge partna booga
He's a rapper down with us
Party (?) 17's where I dwell
Stale (?) on my shelf
I'm fellin' as if I'm in hell
Yea soon I be bailed
Pale well if it's swell
Triple platinum with the (?)
Deja Vu f** when I left
Oh me isn't this a binitch
Please excuse me for my frenech
But you writin' all these lyrics
If ya hear me then ya feel me
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(Crunchy Black)
In the hood where I dwell
And I dwell real well
For you playa hatin' a** b**hes
Manne you might as well burn in hell
When you smell the aroma
From them blunts when I hit corners
Don't you duck
Don't you dodge
Cuase it's only gonna be
Murder murder on my mind
Leavin' blank in the pa**
When you drop that f**in' gla**
Manne I bet'cha I k** yo a**
n***a pop with the Glock
In a pine f**in' box
Don't you try to call the f**in' cop
Cause a n***a ain't gonna stop
(Project Pat)
Shootin', cappin', jack and chill
Lettin' you so calleds know the deal
Hollow tips yo a** gonna feel
Roll yo dice b**h and you real
f**in' with the click, the crew, the clan
You gon' recognize
G's swangin' out they trees
Have you stankin' with the flies
Cries comin' up out yo mouth
But they muffled by the tone
When I pull the trigga back
You enter the enternal zone
Southside k**as
Always stayin' strapped with them thangs
Project Pat
Memphis, Tennessee
Where them k**az hang
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