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I represent where them killaz hang
(Lord Infamous)
The ganja I`m chokin`
The laws`ll get broken
The pussies are open
The killas 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
Fuck you goddamnit
My automatic
Ready for static
Blastery tragic
Have you in plastic
Way my mind be twisted
Got me itchin` gotta have it
Niggas want to approach Lord Infamous
But I am loco I will blow
Your head off your shoulders
(Project Pat)
Mister murderer robbers
Niggas with some charges
You fake mothafuckas
We gonna finish what you started
Yo heart is a nigga set
Bitch you best ah have a gat
Smoke a nigga
With that trigga
Memphis nigga Project Pat
I`m down like the Kamakaze souldier on a killin` 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 shit bitch
Can`t go I ti-zook all of you hoes
Loadin` up my mind
Daily fuckin` 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 bitch
No money on my book
Manne this shit 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 fuck 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` ass bitches
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 pass
When you drop that fuckin` glass
Manne I bet`cha I kill yo ass
Nigga pop with the glock
In a pine fuckin` box
Don`t you try to call the fuckin` cop
Cause a nigga ain`t gonna stop
(Project Pat)
Shootin`, cappin`, jack and chill
Lettin` you so calleds know the deal
Hollow tips yo ass gonna feel
Roll yo dice bitch and you real
Fuckin` 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 killas
Always stayin` strapped with them thangs
Project Pat
Memphis, Tennessee
Where them killaz hang
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