Project Pat - Where da k**az Hang lyrics

[Hook] I represent, where them k**ers hang [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] The ganja I'm choking, the laws'll get broken The pussies are open, the k**ers is scoping The pistol is smoking, it's bloodily soaking The Scarecrow, the sicker, the Snizote I'm locing We up in the attic, my victim in panic They try to get frantic, 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 itching, gotta have it n***as want to approach Lord Infamous But I am loco I will blow, your head off your shoulders [Verse 2: Project Pat] Mister murderer robbers, n***as with some charges You fake mothaf**as, we gonna finish what you started Your heart is a nickle sack, b**h you best to have a gat Smoke a n***a with that trigga, Memphis n***a Project Pat I'm down like the Kami Kaze soldier on a k**ing spree Once we get into it dog, you gon' have to murder me Who I be, I'm hiding in the bushes laying, push us To the ground, ghetto clown, off your blood you shall drown [Hook] [Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca] To be or not to be, now the Koopsta's off the streets Only real G's close to me is my Celly Jealous a** folks, tryna take me as a joke But this pimp sh** b**h, can't go I ti-zook all of you hoes Loading up my mind, daily f**ing my patience Running from my visitations, just the coo fool can ya face me Claim to be my friend, when ya taking a second look I guess it's on then big bizness b**h, no money on my book Mane this sh** is hectic, so I'm calling up to God 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 felling as if I'm in hell Yeah, soon I be bailed, bailed well living swell Triple platinum with the Phantom, deja vu, f** when I left Oh me isn't this a binitch, please excuse me for my French But you writing all these lyrics, if ya hear me then ya feel me [Hook] [Verse 4: Crunchy Black] In the hood where I dwell and I dwell real well For you playa hating a** b**hes Mane 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, cause it's only gonna be Murder-murder on my mind, leaving blank in the pa** When you drop that f**ing gla**, mane I bet ya I k** your a** n***a pop with the Glock in a pine f**ing box Don't you try to call the f**ing cop Cause a n***a ain't gon' stop [Verse 5: Project Pat] Shooting, capping, jack and chill Letting you so calleds know the deal Hollow tips yo a** gonna feel, roll your dice b**h and you real f**ing with the click, the crew, the clan, you gon' recognize G's swanging out their trees, have you stanking with the flies Cries coming up out your mouth, but they muffled by the tone When I pull the trigga back, you enter the enternal zone Southside k**ers, always staying strapped with them thangs Project Pat, Memphis, Tennessee, where them k**ers hang [Hook]