D.J. Paul - Left'em Dead lyrics

(crunchy blac) Damn man a n***a pocket f**ed up in this mother f**er (dj paul) Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! that's f**ed up (crunchy blac) A n***a need to find out how we go get some Dead presdients or something man (dj paul) You know what I'm sayin a n***a Got to get straight around this mother f**er n***as got that mutha f**in sh**,Don't wanna share it n***as we know you tight,mutha f**er you need to share that sh** Before a n***a break you off something (crunchy blac:prophet mutha f**in entertainment) You know what I'm saying,You know what I mean,a n***a go break you off You need to share that sh**,Mother f**ers f**ed up round here We go take care of that,something go have to get straight Or something go have to go mother f**ing sour n***a! You know what I mean A mother f**er go have to handle ya mother f**ing a** n***a share that sh**,A n**s know you on,A n***a know you tight You better take care of ya boys dog You know what I mean,A n***a go handle ya mutha f**ing a** With the mother f**ing seriousness! b*tch!!!!!!!!!!!! [Verse 1: Crunchy Black] It's Crunchy Black the demon child, another mystery made Another stang, Boo set up another n***a in his grave I'm constantly scopin out you n***as with that bible sh** You thank I'm straight, b**h I ain't straight I'm out to get your sh** My Smith & Wesson teaches lessons for you hard head ho's To drop off you want feel pain unless you don't do as told But if you got ya f**in pistols and ya thank ya beat The 3-6 mafia n***a try ya luck and we'll see [Verse 2: Scan Man, from k**a Klan Kaze] Mr. World-wide-panic So watch the scanman get his automatic Then get crazy like a crimnal beacause These n***as don't know nothing bout me Watch ya self When you stack ya wealth Keep that sh** between ya self Cause these k**as from the Prophet Posse Go use 2 n***as to make ya d**h Cause we crazed With the rage Having a urge that can't be replaced Out of the leaves,seen all them trees Then I leave with ya cheese Now prepare for the world to turn over Cause Prophet Posse n***as just have tookin over!!! [Hook: Project Pat, from k**a Klan Kaze] 2x Young g's looking out for a meal ticket Catch you slippin in ya sh** and we will take it To a level that you hoes can not handle b**h Six shots from the Glock, left 'em dead [Verse 3: Crunchy Black] Man I'm gettin tired of all you playa hatin b**hes Playa hatin on this game,you see a n***a out to get cha You see I heard from ya ho's you was flodgin bout ya riches So I had to hit the klan tell we had to come and get cha So I told them I'll hit them back So I can go get some facts Scopin out this n***a shack Making sure that sh** is fat Then I hit Lil Scan and Pat Told em that, that sh** was fat Then my n***a project said (project pat:when we go get this b**h) (scan man) Go to War crnchy and scan Drop them bodies off to the shore There's no more In this b**h Trying to get buck with this click I'm insane in the brain Got me throwing bodies off the train Acid rain from the sky Wash the remains down the drain In your yard,after dark It's them n***as who like to rob In ya face with no trace You go vanish from this place No one cries Could you die Scan man dares to wipe there eyes Lullabyes A hear the tomb So ya click is not to soon Chorus: x4