Dj Paul - Flaughin Azz n***as / b**hes lyrics

(feat. La' Chat) [DJ Paul] It is I my son The king of the motherf**in' "M" awakened By all you hatin a** hoes you b**h you And its going motherf**in' down For all you motherf**in wannabe Hypnotize Camp Posse a** n***as Who we got in this motherf**er count out [Crunchy Blake] Crunchy Blake up in this b**h [Lord Infamous] Lord soldier [La Chat] A real treal b**h [Frazer Boy] You got frazy boy in this motherf**er Like to ride on you b**h made n***as [Lord Infamous] n***a get all yo boys, Tell them to bring all there guns And being y'all some hoes, I got to eat'um when we come When I don't tuck it, Yo pressure point with 44 slugs On this *** I'm feelin this commented by this thug Head bust put yea, In mudda huh It's the rip yea for a hour, Leave yea skull f**ed up Plus I'll double bust, to yo nuts, cough'em up s*ut Drop the needle and then I'm callin Triple Six up [La Chat] Who run it, I know you know, Quite playin you hatin hoe La Chat can't take no mo, We brangin it to the door I got the tech 9, 45 can't forget the A.K Fin to take you to the streets, No you b**hes clean away Man I'm sick'in tired of you talking I'm up and on my donkin Is it you that I would be stalking, I'm walkin, b**hes walkin Hope you n***as payin attention to everything I mention sh** I'm up and full of dat sh** and I'm going on a mission [Juicy J] Now sippin on some gin and some mo, and some mo Watchin n***as in the room snotin blow, snotin blow They got weed, and its already rolled, ready rolled Quit baby sitting that doe, that doe Now I'm so f**in buzzed I'm bout to faint, bout to faint Sittin back watchin R. Kelly tapes, Kelly tapes Now everytime you see a player we be high, we be high So come and get a piece of n***a pie, n***a pie [Frazer Boy] I be sycophantic, don't you panic, you can't handle it So god damn it, you can't stand it, leave you stranded Push up n***a you been bradin, I been pacin you are facin f**in k**er in your placin, heart is racin, y'all be racin Both to catch another casin, k** and n***a, drill a n***a Fell me n***a, I don't give a f** about what you said I'm the illest n***a Pistol bucker, drama lovin, poppa s**a, motherf**er, like no other I'm a lethal weapon, like I'm Danny Glover [Crunchy Blake] n***a let me tell you my specialty, my specialty Its getting you n***as, lock and load with the gun and pullin the trigger How the f** you figure, that a n***a ain't robbin you n***a When I'm out here, tryin to get life dicka dicka Yo body up when I k** ya n***a Shouldn't talked that sh** cause I pull the trigger How the f** y'all n***as Wanna go to war when y'all ain't bad enough for us boy [DJ Paul] See I'm the kings of kings, scare crows the lord of us And f**in up in my kindom is something you can't afford Tryin to compete with hypnotize man, I wouldn't even try that My low keys cost 70 G's n***a can you buy that You wonder why I had the for sale sign in the yard, b**h I sold my crib My new house cost 1 million, and this some king sh**, mtv crib sh** Yo mouth done dropped, you start to drool you need a bib b**h Before you dis me n***a turn yo pockets inside out, clean yo shoes and you Pants bring the starch right out Cause I'm the K.O.M., you wishin you was down with this click But you choose other wise so you a clown to this click In the streets n***a you get nothing but frowns from this click And we done covered all sides of this country you b**h So if you ever get a chance to get your source out right You'll be like me n***a Nas all you'll have is one mic [all together speaking]