Lil Wyte Album

[DJ Paul + Juicy J talking]
Motherfucker it's on nigga Hypnotize motherfucking Minds got damn it
Once again Lil' Wyte it's going down Lil' Wyte Doubt Me Now
The new album, Yea for all you haters and you motherfuckin' wannabes
Hypnotize Minds niggas here so motherfucking homework for you bitches
Study the motherfucking albums hoes that's all you do
You wanna be me motherfuckers
Fuck these bitches WE RUN THIS SHIT!

[talking]
Yeah, Lil' Wyte putting it down for that HCP
Hypnotize Minds straight from Memphis motherfucking Tennessee
Out the bay area
Putting down for all my dawgs, stay down
For all the haters fuck y'all
Every each and one of y'all motherfuckers can doubt me now motherfucker
Cuz I got hardest track in the motherfuckin industry
It's going down maine
Know what I'm saying

[Lil' Wyte]
This is my time so listen up I'm finna bump
I'll give you something I know you been waiting on
With HCP all on the track, airborne attack, strike from the back
Take off yo slack hoe
This for the ones all in the fields searching fo' real
Music to fill I got the antidope
Quote the words I write bout to ignite
And light up the room brighter than the sun through a telescope
Beats out the frame I'm still the same
Thoughts were erased from the shit
That I dropped from my underground tapes
Coming with the raw I ain't tryin to fall
Even though I'm small
I give it to ya at 300p's at eight feet tall
Light up the blunt pass it to me
don't skip a wheez
I'll take your blunt and smoke it in your face
Dro is around I will be found
Picking on the pound
Taking a sample just to let you know how it taste
White in my blood never touched a drug
Don't expect a hunter
Don't thank Lil' Wyte don't be getting fucked up
XTC pills ooh make you feel
Like man of steel
Make me get up with my boots you be fucked up
Creep on the cut hit the strip in the bay
Holla at my dogs too many names for me to say
Cuz if I could I would but see can't and I ain't
Don't take it personal get with me later all blaze dank
And this the first song couldn't went wrong
Picking it off the shelf to make a part of your collection at home
I'll write my shit, I'll drop my shit, on your dick and shit
Have you having criped all up in yo backbone
Begging my legacy giving the best of me
Life has been stressing me time to impress the streets
Not enough time, not enough money could come close
Nigga like Wyte is doing this for them haters to see

[hook]
I done hook up with the camp
You can doubt me now
I'm about to cruise the map
You can doubt me now
For all them chatter and teeth
Bitch doubt me now
Haters even in the streets
Hoe dobt me now
I'm gone be rolling in some dough
But you can doubt me now
You said there will be no hoping
You can doubt me now
I told ya that I was gonna make it
You can doubt me now
The heart part you with a face
You can doubt me now

Un huh .... yea

[DJ Paul - repeat 8X]
Fuck what you, who gives a fuck what you bitches say

[Lil' Wyte]
I'm putting this one down for tha Bay you can bet bitch
Commin to tha Bay, round my way I'm a vet bitch
Launchin lightning by tha pound
Call me mister coke and crown
In the town I'm found we got tha sound to make them haters frown
Break it down
Now B is beating niggas about
Y is yours now figga it out
Constantly questioning all tha bickerin ghetto fab is what I'm bout
Got me commin up on hustling
Pen pad I have to preach
Fuck what you say if you disagree me run in tha streets
I'm always commin wit sum mo'
Probly fuckin on yo hoe
If you car got took I'm tha one who threw tha brick through tha window
Repercussions, guts are gushin head gets busted for practically nuttin
Consequences they fold up, its splatter close will be discussed
And Frayser's where my roots were sold and so that's where I call my home
If it wasn't for tha Bay, tha rap game I would not belong
Hear this song man who gives a FUCK what you bitches say
Don't get wrong, when you get got just blame it on da Bay

[Hook]
If your hoe get fuck (You can blame it on da Bay)
If your car get took (You can blame it on da Bay)
If your boys get shot (You can blame it on da Bay)
Someone run up in your spot (You can blame it on da Bay)
If your clique get hit (You can blame it on da Bay)
Robbed blind fo sum shit (You can blame it on da Bay)
Beat down in these streets (You can blame it on da Bay)
Get jacked fo sum green (You can blame it on da Bay)

[Verse 2]
Blame it on da Bay is what they all say when something happens round they way
Either they too scared or too wrong to bring to our face
Add it up - took his hoe, stole his car, and shot his bro
By now someone like me should be dead but ya know
I'm tha one superstar out tha hood, its all good
Cause tha hood that I plug is tha Bay understood?
Rock 'em, sock 'em leave 'em for dead but keep up in yo sight
Tightly lock up 'em off in tha dungeon wit out a crack of light
Frayser B-O-U-N-D must be all up inside of me
M-E-M-P-H-I-S crunkest city in Tennessee
Blame it on da Bay if there's a glitch up in your atmosphere
Hear tha sound of money being made and its so crystal clear
Haters watch tha street strapped wit heat that I'm feelin fine
Gradually I peak over tha steep hills that I have climbed
And when I get finished with this path that I'm bout to pave
Please know that I wouldn't be shit wit out tha fuckin Bay

[Hook]

[DJ Paul - repeat 8X]
Fuck what you, who gives a fuck what you bitches say

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
We ain't playin' (hell naw) we ain't playin' (hell naw)
We ain't playin motherfucker we ain't playin' (hell naw)

[Verse 1]
Alright, I got a bunch problems throbbing in my noggin that ain't stopping me
You popping slugs from your glock on your block I'm starting killing sprees
I'm 23's you 17's on vogues you can't weigh up to me
You flex on me but really it's that hate driving incorrectly
I'm on the road get the fuck up out my way I'm coming hoe
You thinking we playing with the words we saying
We ain't playing for all who didn't know
Keeping it real I'm laughing at cha' I ain't laughing with cha'
I'm glad to get your full attention comprehension listen to my opposition
Make some money fuck some honeys twist a blunt and pass it to me
Got no time no weak rhymes so when I write it comes out ebonics
That's the way it's gotta be dirty south devoured with me
Suddenly thousand miles per hour Renzo's on and out of me
Ain't hit my peak but I'll keep climbing til' my lungs give out on me
Won't take my seat but I'll keep standing flaming til' you feel the heat
Competition is what the world revolves around so know the score
I'm man the lil mo taste to your plate fuck it we ain't playing hoe

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
You ain't scared we ain't scared so let's take this out the doe
Got your unit let's go do it I ain't got no time for hoes
Think we playing we ain't playing and we can do this 10 on 4
With all this animosity around me I'm about to explode
And if I blow it's for show the outcome is gonna be crucial
Feeling neutral and if you say I'm useful and that truthful
Bringing it brutal every time pass the fucking mic to
Then your soul and giving music that's you guarantee to like it
Ain't no stopping there nothing but air and opportunity every where
Stop and stare or just take a peek at all that isn't fair
Think I care yes sir cause all this shit's affecting me
I'm gone keep on speaking my mind until these folks start respecting me
Neglecting me no more taking that motherfuck what cha' say
Tough as nails growing up in mempho living in the bay
Mady Gray pick the rap and yes this nigga had to write
No more joking legally roasting you up on this track is tight

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I got a million categories on my shit to do list
And plus my anecdotes been bottled building up through out this
It's gone combine with the bad and the goods gone get great
Be sad that you ain't make this far I can't help it that its fate
And plus my legacy been charted through untraveled planet
My prophecy got me to where I be I know you can't stand it
My shit be slamin' like orgasms jamin' up in your throat
Open up your release valve so you can get a breath fo' you choke
I'm bout to give it like some stitches doctors place incisions
Bring up nothing but some fucking pain on every thang that I'm given
And I got no love for them haters tryin to stop what I'm doing
This shit goes on I rap prolong and bet's believe I'm pursuing
A higher ground on earth and that's so hard cause man ain't got wings
See every one on earth's a puppet dancing round on a string
You got to grab life by it's neck and rip it's bones out of socket
Cause if you don't you'll might slip up and you'll end up out of pocket

[Chorus]

[Verse 1]
I got an offer i cant refuse five p's of dro for two
Feeling greeky across the color G's so I'm super cool
Take a trip to the ATL, holla at my boy Terrel
know just where he want me to meet him so far situation swell
Hit him up as soon as i get in town we go rendezvou
Ten for the four is what I got instead of five for the two
Nervous is bout to back the po po's hotter than an iron skillet
Also in the back I got my gat in case I have to peel it
Watchin' all my mirrors as I make a left an Old Nat
Thankin to myself he said eleven where this fool at
Bigger mounts of cash, duffle bags I get a tax invasion
Last thang in my life that i don't need to add is incarceration
Heart is racing and I'm pacing back and forth all in the van
Blue lights everywhere I'm high as hell and you couldn't understand
Palms are sweaty and my eyes are glued so far into my rearview
I see the dude who got the dope and I think he see me too

[Chorus: repeat 4x]
It's zero tolearnce around here (fuck dem laws)
It's zero tolearnce around here (fuck dem laws)

[Verse 2]
And it's all good no ones around he pulled up right beside me
We got a room at holiday inn so now he right behind me
its been awhile since we kicked it so its gone be a minute
I got a bag full of dough and a four-five up it
Cause I don't know if this fool got something up his sleeve
He could be tryin to get me or just fuckin with me
I got feelin operation is gonna go as planned
Without a site of disturbance to fuck up my demands
Exchange was made and now I got the dope in my hands
10 pounds of dro for four thousand dollars stashed up in the van
I tell em holla and i vamp out back to the M
I put it in drive and then I glance back one more time at him
i left the atl at 9:30 no time to waste
I got a box of cigarillos began to blaze
I hit the interstate pop the hood and called triple A
Six hundred dollars five hundred miles until the bay
so fuck dem laws

[Chorus]

later dad
i might be late to pick you guys up,
why do you have a job interview today daddy,
no honey i.....i probley be way too drunk,
ahh..thats good we don't want you drinking and driving,
ohh..ill be driving....ill just be way too shit faced too remember to pick you
guys up.

(Hook 2x)
im the drunkest(wat) highest wat) crunkest(wat) toughest(wat) buckest(wat)roughest(wat) motherfucker in here the rawest(wat) hardest(wat) wildes(wat) smartest(wat) coldest(wat) tightest(wat) motherfucker in here

(verse1)
you can step the fuck up off uv me (bitch)
I dun already told you u aint stoppin me (bitch)
we killers from the camp that got the back uv me (bitch)
you shooda known I waz part of the family (bitch)
before im bout to roc the fuckin industry (bitch)
and plus im reppin memphis tennissee (bitch)
and I aint givin up until im seven feet (bitch)
yes i said seven thatz one more deeper see (bitch)
yall realy do not know watz about to approach (bitch)
Ill kill ya quicker then a some rake could kill a roach (bitch)
Im harder then your dick wen it rub genst the panties (bitch)
could giv a fuck if I dont ever see a grammy (bitch)
im gon keep rocin only wat i know and see (bitch)
and wat I see I write it down and then begin to speak (bitch)
you have no fuckin reason to be hatin me(bitch)
but i guess aggrivation jus come wit bein me (bitch)

(Hook 2x)

(Verse 2)
I woke up early twist tha blunt up (bitch)
stumblin from the night before still fuked up (bitch)
couldnt tell ya wat i did in the last 24 (bitch)
weed xanex and syrup yea im on the floor (bitch)
but dont think that wont stop your jaw from gettin broke (bitch)
I got a bunch uv killers that be on the fuckin scope (bitch)
and plus my killers came wit .44s aimed at ur throat (bitch)
you aint got no time to run and you already know (bitch)
your heart took a pause wen wyte walked in tha door (bitch)
the hoes pussy got moist wen i began to flow (bitch)
and know the subject matter in hands i cop up wit mo (bitch)
the louder i spit my style the crowd will larger grow (bitch)
the bigger the crowd gets the more the money flows (bitch)
the bigger pockets in rocin gon make me giv ya mo (bitch)
I got a destination in life and know thatz for sho (bitch)
infactuated wit music good drugs and fuckin hoes (bitch)

(Hook 2x)

(verse 3)
the name iz lil wyte and ima set ya strate (bitch)
you fuckin wit me you fuckin witn the bay (bitch)
greusome consequences repeat wat you say (bitch)
molded myslef now how could you have made (bitch)
left it all bloody wen i stepped off the stage (bitch)
murdered tha mic and then went out on a rage (bitch)
slicin' n dicin' these rappers headz wit blade (bitch)
your musics amusing but i am not amazed (bitch)
my skill had been sheltered almost like I been caged (bitch)
I been skipped over once and turned to another page (bitch)
like these other dummies that got dropped off this lable (bitch)
Im not gon let this money have me snorttin off the table (bitch)
but im gon make it snappy for approval if im able (bitch)
this here iz not a lie story a fib or even a fable (bitch)
with HCP and lil wyte a perfect combination (bitch)
the crunkest wildest toughest motherfuckers in the nation (bitch)

(Hook 2x)

[DJ Paul talking]
Hypnotize Minds presents
Lil Wyte with Three 6 Mafia

[Chorus]
OOHHHH! It some hoes in here
It must be some players in the atmosphere
I say OOHHHH! It some hoes in here
It must be some players in the atmosphere
Now back da fuck back (un huh)
Back da fuck (un huh) back da fuck back (un huh)
Back da fuck back (un huh)
Now back da fuck back (un huh) back da back (un huh)
Back da fuck back (un huh) back da fuck back (un huh)

[Lil Wyte]
Strolling in the club VIP automatically
First three drinks are free as long as I get the bartender some green
Walk back to my seat hoes are peeping me constantly
Could it be the fact that I'm Wyte or I fucked off with the three
Watch the puddie hit the flow up and down the puddie go
All around the room there's puddie clubs about to overflow
Holla at La Thunderoe tell him to put off some clothes
Get down to the club it's crunk as fuck I know he'll pull some hoes
Bottles popping everywhere too much dro is in the air
Vision blurry from the crown and club and I don't really care
All I need is another drank and mix there I'll have the bite
XTC and long island iced tea will help a forgetless nite
Damn lil momma super tight and all of her friends are looking bright
All we need is a lil' more x and a hotel room and a bag of lite
ingredients to live this life burning through the lavish layers
I know i find plenty hoes when the club's crowded with some players

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul talking]
Yea Hypnotize Minds we gone keep it gangsta
Represent thugs and thugetts 3-6
hooootie-hooooo

[DJ Paul]
Mang I wish I could buy you boys what you really worth
Turn around and sell you what you thank you worth
I'd be a real nigga but to bad you wouldn't sell nigga
Cause you a flodgin wants so bad to be a well nigga
You swear on everything you pulled a millionaire lick
Fall up in the club with no jewelsto prove this shit
I ain't gotta brag on how much money y'all ain't got
I make music for rich ass posts and that's that

[Juicy J]
I can make that thang wet like a sponge bob
Wishin that she present I be standing man that's so hard
We got all the haters in the club and they be so large
Baby moma's all over ya boy so they be so hot
I'm nothing like that M.C. but the ladies call me Hammerer
When I'm in the Vet they say I'm known to be the Damager
Juicy J the couple hour bangin bangin Standarler
And I don't pump no hoes I fill my rubbers like you scavengers
should

[Chorus]

[Lil Wyte]
Its four o'clock and the club still poppin the party ain't stopping
Juicy got some hoes from North North the toppin
Topless they rockin concerned about yo pockets
Knowin the karats poppin they eyes up out they sockets
Watch them they sneaky I compare them to slinkies
Stretch a hoe as far as she can go and she get my winkie
Believe me I done been through it with these hoes
And only 20 years old I see more putty than that I behold
And ain't got shit for these chaces, pretty faces and straight bodies
That be them bitches actin all ignorant ruining the party
I need a ride or die all on my side that's always down to smoke
When it's time to fuck I want her clothes to beat mine to the floor
Take me by surprise make sure I keep my eyes on the prize
Extra sweet southern style can't wait to get between them thighs
C'mon baby let's go hit the room I know you won't regret
We'll check out early leave the mattress soakin in a pool of sweat

[Chorus]

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
This is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on
Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
But it get hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about to fry.

[Lil' Wyte]
Check it out I roll with Swisher Sweets
And all day long I'm down to smoke
When it comes to chiefin' dope
Its got to be dro to make me choke
What's the word up on the low
I'm a let you know soon as I hear
That dro gone take a few hours
But I got hook ups on that pure
What you want player What you need
Comes to you no stems or seeds
Twist it up just as quickly as you get it and you will see
Swisher Sweets and greenary
Gone leave you floatin' like the sea
Carribean Islands where I find them dope dealers supplin' me
I got no time for yo bullshit
When you say you ain't got my goods
Check yo references and find out I'm reliable in the hood
Give me bab I wish you would
You'll see just how Lil' Wyte work
Say you pushin thunder chicken
Bag it up let's watch it twurk
If it's some dirt, then you'll get no cheese in return when I come back
The only reason I do that
Is to get a refund on my stack
But if its fire I'm comin' back
To get some mo and that's a fact
Bet's the believe it's got to be goody goody green
That's where it's at

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
This is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on
Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
But it hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about ta fry.

[Lil' Wyte]
So you got a quarter key of some that California chronic
If its fire I'm jumpin' on it
And if it ain't I'm bouncin' off it
It ain't no profit comin' back
A big ole bag of Bobby Brown
Soon as get that shit I'm Frayser bound
And down to smoke a pound
I never frown as long as that Mary Jane is all up in my system
Too bad you miss them What
Them six blunt that we turned to victims
Its on again
Like you got a two liter coke and a fifth of Hen
Steppin' in everywhere you go fallin' down
Cause you ten seats in the wind
Throwin' up nothin' but liquer and bud
Slow ya roll dog you to fuck up
You gone end up like the rest of them fools
Face down in the flo' cause you got to buck
I got some problems just like you do too
But there's always tommorrow
Will mo solve em'
Pass me the blunt I'm gettin tired of hittin on this bottle
It's almost over for me and you
My ass about to pass out
One mo thing before I go
Never mind just put that fuckin' dope out
I'm smoked out
And there ain't no way I'm gone keep on a going
I should of been in bed a long time ago
I know it

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
This is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on
Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
But it hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about ta fry

[Lil' Wyte]
Know what I'm sayin
this mothafucking song dedicated
to them weak ass bitches that follow me in the club
on that weed, they white, they lookin for them xanax bars
That X whatever the fuck they on
You know what I'm sayin?
They think cause they drunk and they crunk
and they got a unit in the trunk that they just some hard mothafuckers
You know what I'm sayin?
But really they's the weak bitches
You know what I'm sayin?
You fall up in V.I.P. (HCP) thats the real killas sittin in the back
waitin on yo mothafuckin ass, you know what I'm sayin?
Bitch

[Lil' Wyte]
Smoke a blunt, get drunk, hit a line of that funk
Now you fallin up in the spot and you thinkin that you crunk
You ain't crunk, yous a punk, and I'ma show you that tonight
All it takes is one killer to step and we can start a fight
In the middle of the club, bitch wasup we can do this shit
Security ain't gonna jump in the way because they scared of this
Implantin this into ya brain so you know the next time you cross the line
Again it's standin full of sin when you fuck wit the boss
Biggest, badest, roughest motha fucker, but ya still a bitch
I'm comin in crunker than the others for the fuck of it
Liquor bottles hit ya harder than some syrup when ya slum
Have ya shakin, fakin, body achin by the time I'm done
Legally this isn't right but ask me if I give a shit
Peacefully I'll read your rights and have you beggin me to quit
Hit ya weed and liquor or whatever else it takes to jump
Just remember, just cause you fucked up it doesn't mean your crunk

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I know you strapped, but you cowards like to play hard
And knowin that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See butsters like to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line
In ya mind now yous a killer

[Lil' Wyte]
Damn man goddamn paul man you might have to slow this motha fucker down a
Little bit man I'm on that syrup man I'm high (drunk) man you need to slow down

[Lil' Wyte]
I'm not scared of you just cause you came in actin a damn fool
Runnin lip talkin shit, bet you wouldn't without ya tool
Now ya hard very hard ballin down the boulevard, pissy pants doin ya dance
I'm behind ya in a faster car, weak as water so is yo mama, father and ya
Faculty, quickly sauder up yo lips so you can't trip or speak of me
Watch me creep up from the back wit gats and pick you off by ones
Had to repaint the walls wit ya while ya smokin on ya blunt
Hate to be the one to show you that drugs kill and that's a fact
But I love that I am the one who put the bullet in your back
Next time when you step to the plate come back and just let it rip
Stead of bitchin out I thought you crunk, you ran back to ya whip
Holy ghost is up in ya when you see me you fade away
Makin fun of all you cowards powered by a pack of bay
Hopefully one day you'll find out in the end you just a bitch
Until then just keep on drinkin smokin snortin up some shit

[Chorus] - repeat to fade

(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch
Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch
Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch

This Is a lyrical InvenTION, rollin wit some big GUNS
Mystical attenTION, sudden comprehenSION
Rollin wit a fine ho, don't hate cuz she mine yo
All you cheesy chicken heads can catch up wit yo kind ho
I can make a hit yo, do you really want it no
I'm gonna be up in yo head till I make you sick whoa
I represent in the bay, could give a fuck what you say
All the minors wishin to be made cuz they to young to play
I can break yo bone oww, I can pull a ? bloaw
I can have you screamin telling me when you gonna come now
This will make your heart stop, have you reaching for your glock
This series countinues as I got plenty mo in my stock
I'm crunker than the club how? 5th of palmason? Wow
Catch me at the hotel smoked out stealin all the towels
Yall bitches aint fading me when you act disgracefully
I cant help it you're a discruntful employee hatin me

(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch
Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch
Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch

Now put this in yo mind, keep it close behind
All the fatal memorys you've encountered in your hands of time
I Like to get high I get drunk and I might let it slide
Catch me on a (x)anax different atmosphere, it's do or die
Walkin in the club fucked up, mission to take yo bitch
Hopin you gonna speak of one word, when I approach yo bitch
you say she don't suck dick but I bet I can deepthroat tha bitch
Jus fuckin wit ya, got my own, I really don't want yo bitch
Nothin but mumblin, and I'm stumbling, but im a keep on tha bumpin
And I bet this gotcha caprice classic trunk fuckin rumblin
Fuckin wit me getcha trampled, lemon lane is an example
He got beat down by these dogs, and all he got was just a sample
But now I'm on my way to better thangs,
then we're runnin up out the club with the glock cocked,
Slangin' maryjane.
I got a well focused head and well educated brain
And plus my vision see clearer than x-ray glasses main
So fuck you mean?

(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope
Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch
Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch
Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch

last time in telling ya lyrically beat ya
Standin ovation, I'm comin to seat ya
I was tryin to pull 40 hours To California to defeat ya
Creatya beatya but I aint scared, rippin out a patch of hair
Tryin to convince me that you crazy, verbally this isn't fair
Ask me if I fuckin care, shut the fuck up breathe your air
Didn't ask you to open yo mouth, don't make me come over there
Platinum products get dropped daily up out this facility
Ill drop my shit on ya thinking everywhere ya feelin me
Watch me come up out the grave and capture yo security
Beat ya down like you stole something and thats for fuckin wit me
Make ya shit yo pants so bad that you can plead insanity
Have you strapped in a straight jacket yackin bout yo family
Really cause and effect is what gets us in these crooked binds
Plus the lack of respect or neglect towards these simple minds
Keep the system tickin, itchin, For corruption on the rise
I'm getting tired of sittin here, and you can see it in my eyes

(yee-haw)

(Lil' Wyte)
Lil' Wyte's the name - their ain't a day pass
That I ain't in trouble, this changes the game
And turns a summer sault ta a double
They hatin' me now - I vapped out and they gon' feel my rumble
But it is all gravy - I'm running and ain't 'bouta stumble
Backoff a few years and you will find some crooked decisions
I managed them clear and did not let them break down my vision
That's all I don't need - somebody try'na stop what I'm givin'
But theres just too many hoes out here ta give what makes my pimpin'
I'm bringin' ya Memphis - I just joined the white rapper convention
Back in the day - I blazed my hay and dreamed about recognition
But I done made it, they hate it
I love it, becuz of DJ Paul and Juicy J - I got so far from above it
Pushin' and shovin' they don't know of that I'm posted on a regular
Good 'ole boy from around the way - might be small but don't test me brah
Question brah, listen brah, yes thats what I'm stressin' brah
Yes thats me in your hood, 2-doo' Cutlass - what I'm flexin' brah

(Chorus: Lil' Wyte)
Jus' the good 'ole boys - hangin' out geddin' high
Jus' the good 'ole boys - watchin' cops ridin' by
Jus' the good 'ole boys - sittin' round drinkin' beer
Jus' the good 'ole boys - we was the clique the haters feared
Jus' the good 'ole boys - never really wanted blow
Jus' the good 'ole boys - was overloaded on that dro
Jus' the good 'ole boys - 2 doo' Cutlass what we flexin'
Jus' the good 'ole boys - if you in the road you better move we comin' yo direction

(Lil' Wyte)
Don't let yo window catch a cloud - I'm as high as you
I know you wish this song would keep on bumpin' through a pound of .2
But it's all good - it's gonna go off - like everything that goes up comes down
I make sounds come out my mouf - then put now snawls ta make 'em melt
Watch me guarantee the game - nothing but some fucking pain
Put cyanide in cyringes and inject it in they veins
Threw up on the league the hardest music Memphis seen in a while
Hit me quick wit' Triple 6 and then let out' pistic style
I was hook and good 'ole boys like me was catching the vibe
I survive - I strive now look at me - I'm all in the sky
Keep in mind, I was the one overlooked alla the times
Deep inside, I thought that I was the one never would rise
Here I am, I'm spittin' it out and bringin' it too ya taday
Ain't no gangsta, just a Bay, area represento wit' something ta say
So if you want me come get me - y'kno where I'm at
I'm prolly there right now, but there's no way good 'ole boy
Like me go out without my Crown now

(Chorus)

(Lil' Wyte)
It's like this, good 'ole boys - I don't get what they can out this game
Whether we are, down in our slums or we on top of this thang
Cuz I've got, some real ones rollin' with me down for tha cause
Even if the, situation get sticky they ain't 'bouta pause
So I must, watch over my fleet and lead em all inta victory
Mystery how did I get here, all the rest is just history
Liberty is what I'm seekin' ta get away from misery
Mess with me - you'll be fucked up
Cuz I'll head out in arrendity
Never was a problem child - always kept up with tha game
The slang, and somehow everyone in the hood knew my name
It ain't my fault it made me, too be something that you ain't
It is my fault I'm doing, something that y'kno you cant
Man I remember gettin' drunk, drinkin' my self unda the flo'
Reminiscin' of throwing up - makin' love ta tha camode
I did my dirt, didn't I get caught and still serf' birds in the end
But that's all right cuz All I need's my little girl and my pen

(Chorus)

Go on and slip me two Xanax Bars, I'm ready to get fooled!
5th of Crown to wash it down, I'm downtown snapping rules
Ain't no shame up in my game, in fact I'm mentally deranged
Oxycotton in my system, man I'm feeling kinda strange
Watch me choke about this dope, Blueberry from Texas
She wanna git up in rotation that's too bad cause I'm stressin'
By now its 1:30 A.M., 11 Percocets just entered me
15 minutes from this second I'll be crawling on my knees
Laughing at the crowd of all the clowns that be surrounding me
Take another Loratab to calm me down and let me see
Body be relaxed, muscles be loose, and you have stopped the pain
No more bitchin' 'bout your day and work and drivin' in the rain
Put up wit' the fussin' and discussion, I plant in your brain
Hypnotize ya minds, like all the rest but I come through the veins
Take a chill pill to slow me down and git back in the game
Gotta be up on ya P's and Q's to even feel it, mayne

[Hook 2x - Lil' Wyte]
Oxycotton, Xanax Bars, Percocets, and Loratabs
Valiums, Morphine patches, Exctacy- and it's all up for grab
What'cha want? What'cha need? Hit me up I got ya, mayne
What'cha want? What'cha need? Hit me up I got ya, mayne

[Lord Infamous]
Scarecrow, scarecrow whats that ya poppin'?
A powerful pill they call Oxycotton
But it's so tiny, yet got you draggin'
Haven't you heard big things come in small packages?
I prefer the oranges with the black OC's
Take two where you can, I move about you see
Some people melt 'em down in a needle and shoot 'em up
But I pop 'em with Seroquel like glue, I see stuff

[Crunchy Blac]
See I'ma pill popper, so I'ma keep poppin' 'em
Gimme 20 Xanax and I'ma start droppin' 'em
They ain't no stoppin' 'em when they in my system
Man I really missed 'em, can you help me get 'em?
I heard you have Clidina on that fucking pill shed
Gimme some fuckin' X, gimme some Percocets
I need me some four bar so I can break down
Cause a nigga like me feelin' to take it to fight town

[Hook 2x - Lil' Wyte]
Oxycotton, Xanax Bars, Percocets, and Loratabs
Valiums, Morphine patches, Exctacy- and it's all up for grab
What'cha want? What'cha need? Hit me up I got ya, mayne
What'cha want? What'cha need? Hit me up I got ya, mayne

Get up (repeated)

in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

X2

They always be askin what is crack cocaine
crack cocaine frys ur brain
crack cocaine keep me pocket change when i be on my slang
keep them thangs single solid on a brick up off the house
try to snatch my shit wit out payin im blowin off ya mouth
thas the way it is in up in the dope game have no respect
dont pas wit no brains if no thangs blow some big ass checks
straight to the liquor store thats were we rolln to get my 75
dam they close at 11 yes im ballin doin 99
worked that whole week to get that cheese n give that shit to me
bet u feelin shitty fall asleep on the side of the street
tell me how it feels walkin round i no whats goin on
only thing u no is im the one supplyin all the stone
keep my pockets swolln i be ballin on the fuckin slab
think u droppin sissions in my buisness take yo buisness back
yes i roll wit dealers and my deals r my priority
bitch i ride wit killas and these killas have authority

in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

X2

well i aint waistin mine , gotta get them nickels and dimes all the time
cuz benjimin franklin the only mother fucker on my mind
im ridin to a cutless twanky threes grippin pine
n i no the junkies see me colors changin all the time
when u spot me better stop me cuz im not slayin long
the pigs love comin up to this white boy ridin on all this fuckin chrome
got yo stone bitch im gone destination where i stay
fraiser boy up on the side and bitch were headn to the bay
what u talkin bout, what u askin bout , what u need from me
check it i serve some big bags, some crack, and some XTC
and anything else i dont fuck wit it, or i jus fuckin no
were to find it where to get it and how far the shit will flow
these smokas and sellas these drugs be so plentyfull
but junkies will do anything for that crack mane and its pitiful
they loose there life Critical and there bodies shut down Physical
But rock it up U get yo grip and all that there is beuitifull

in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

X2

It aint no stoppin here i could keep boomin slangin dis dope
or i could take a chance flippin this bird to a bro
but see its jus my luck po's will prolly kick in my doe,
so i gotta keep lookin over my shoulder watchin out for them hoes,
and i gotta find another location plus another temptation
there so many faces and customers in this occupatin,
and i have got no patience
and people wanna fuck wit my time, thats why u be comin up short purchasin
nickles and dimes, im even wit mine, u get it when i get it and thats all the time
i never decline ur money unless u smell outta line
and im feelin fine , theyll find u all tied up in some twine
my moneys importent a lil more then important then how bright i shine
dont play wit that 9, u pull it use it abuse it with mine,
its eager to blind, then copyrite yo mouth with yo mind
im puttin it out and givin it to ya jus how i get it
this evil is wit it wit no discussin this is how i spit it

in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

X2

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Drop it off drop it off
Bitch I got a sawed off
Put that money in the bag
Hoe I'll blow yo ass off

[Verse One]
It all started out cool and calm, we had it under control
We had blueprints to the bank from roof to floor
My nigga Paul had them yawks and bullet-proof vests
Juicy dropped off the 600 the get away the best
We had an in-sider that was working for Union Planners
She told us everyday at 6 o clock they turn off the cameras
At 6 o five the guards go on break for milk and banannas
Six thirty guards come back from break and back on with the cameras
So that gives us twenty five minutes to get in and out
We gotta do this shit so quick and slick without a doubt
I got some folks that be down to ride all it takes a shout
And if its business they comin quicker thats what they bout
God as my witness we gonna get this one some way some how
With thirty million dollars in diamonds we cant miss out
The plans in action tomorrow we gon case it out
Give me twenty four more hours and we gon clean it out

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
It's going down five o'clock and we loadin the trucks up
Get the 40's get the vests get the masks get the pump
Dont forget the smoke bombs to cloud them out when we get done
Man this shits about to get so hecked up under the sun
Six o clock pullin up and we know surveillance off
Six o five guards are breaking and were waiting on the cough
Thats the sign to come in and lay everyone on the ground
Units in faces of customers so they dont make a sound
Keep your guns up and your masks on till the cash gone
Now lets get this thirty million in diamonds and mash on
8 minutes left on the clock before the cameras click
Back into rotation on the bank and they scope out the shit
Got the jewerly got the loot, situations looking cool
All of a sudden a cop comes outta no where and he start to shoot
So many rounds is wizzin by me I dont see how I aint dead
Smooth? stepped in the way with a AK and shot the cop in his head

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
We got the diamonds in the stash spot, and 10 in he tank
But the police on our tail an officer down in the bank
So we hit the gas threw the masks, lost the vests and ditched the gats
Made a corner, hit it fast, man these folks all on our ass
Push the 600 to the limit, we doin a dance
Fraiser hit the brakes goin 150 tryin to make em crash
Trippin in the back seat cause im high up off that mary jane
Talkin crazy, its over this time and it aint funny man
Ballin down Lamar dodgin cars and we aint tryin to stop
My Rolley onion came off of a side street and smacked a cop
But they still comin, its seven of em, and they catchin quick
After Sunroof I through a smoke bomb and they got lost in it
Make a left a right a quick left, pullin to this driveway
Turn your tail lights off and just park and dont go no where just stay
Pokey off our trail hot as hell but we still gotta shoot
Back to headquarters to come forward seperatin the loot

Hey, hey don't take those man..
What?
I almost gave you the wrong shit man..
Hey man I already took 'em man..
whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Hey what do ya mean "whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa"?
haha Wow man
hey what was that shit man
you just taked the most acid I've ever seen anybody eat in my life
Hey man I never had no acid before man
I hope you're not busy for about a month

[Chorus 1: Lil' Wyte]
Well I been trippin' 14 hours on 3 hits of liquid microdot (I'm on acid - acid)
Gettin' chased around the car by some midgets in the parking lot (I'm on acid - acid)

Feedin' Doritos to a tree, a million spiders after me (I'm on acid - acid)
I'm runnin' around havin' a fit, on myself I'm about ta shit (I'm on acid - acid)

[Lil' Wyte]
Can you imagine feelin' all calm then all of the sudden your fingers get numb?
Knees start freezin, what is the season?
where we at? and why we leavin?
Trees are shrinkin', turnin' plants ta roots and roots back inta seeds
And clouds are changin', comin' at me, different directions now I'm freakin'
Toe's are rakin', body shakin'
Mane, I thought it was some crack
Called the fire department, told 'em I had a flame upon my back
This shit's crazy, plus enable, razors dancing on the table
There's the horse, we got a horse, yeah we do and I seen the stable
Quit yo flaugin, I ain't flaugin
Got a beat in who ya talkin to
I'm talkin to you talkin to me
Listenin' cuz I have you and I have to
Be kinda smart to even catch that
I might be trippin' but the pimpin' grippin' gotta spit that
With no expectancy I made a party from a robbery
Accidently, kicked then tripped the theif when he had ran by me
Fuck police, we gon' sanish this trick too well as the
50 shot of purple microdot you will be gone a week

[Chorus 2: Lil' Wyte]
20-20 vision blur and can't even feel the syrup (I'm on acid - acid)
I can smoke a pound of dro, drink myself unda the flo' (I'm on acid - acid)
Put the straw up ta your nose, take the blow straight ta your dome (I'm on acid - acid)
You passin' out in my front yard, throwin' up off XanaX bars (I'm on acid - acid)

[Lil' Wyte]
Well I wishin I was sober, feel the shit from head ta shoulders
This ain't even halfway over, it's the part I'm waitin ta show ya
Laughin' long time like hyenas, laughed a long time at vienas
In the can or out the can they still look like a can a penis
I'm the meanest, acid-takin, down-south-cracka on the mic
Chainsaw crankin', gotcha thinkin', good trip gon' turn to a fright
Bubble poppin, trails are watchin', foes done cross the fuckin' room
My dogs came in the den and made a mess and then thats for the broom
Now I'm 'Bouta hit the sack cuz I can't take this shit no more
Relax my mind, take a deep breath and let my head sink in pillow
Take a seven hour nap, wake up seven minutes later
This the greatest drug the seventies has ever fucking gave us
Yes it's major don't be playin' - when you drop it will hit ya
If it's gel caps or liquid - microdots yes I'm wit'cha
And I'm flippin' cross the Roll, visual contact lightning globe
The space ship I'm flying landed in the Bay - I have ta go

[Chorus 3: Lil' Wyte]
By now, I'm weak in some pain and my body's feelin drained (I'm on acid - acid)
Comin' down up off my trip and my skin's abouta rip (I'm on acid - acid)
I'll probly sleep till Thursday and it's only Sunday (I'm on acid - acid)
Wakin' up on that Thursday to have another Saturday (I'm on acid - acid)

[Lil' Wyte]
...ah yeah Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the REMIX!! - and its goin' down for you hoes
Like THIS!!...Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood hata by heart
When the fuck you gon' start, recognize that life is a game
And it's always the same, them dice you rolling ain't 'Bouta change
I'm snatchin' your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
It's all over mane, in which direction he makes a zane
I ain't 'bout that fame, I'm 'bout the cheese, and this 'Bouta bring
So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
I'm starting all over with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like boulders
I'm hard ta top, shoot at plenty I bet it's gon' knock it - whatever I drop
But even your beef can't touch what I got
You wildin' or not, if is so bring all your beef ta the spot
Hope you got your glock, I'm strapped with no hesi-tant ta pop
So back your words up, and keep on choking out on that cock
You like it or not, its everlasting - ain't 'Bouta stop

[Hook: Lil' Wyte - repeat 8X]
We 'Bouta Crash Da Club - throw some chedda
[DJ Scratching] Break - Break...Break - Break...Break Something

[Juvenile]
Aiyo smoke something, choke something, get real nice
We ain't gon, fall on our face - but we gon' be right
Look, police ain't around when I do my dirt
Becuz I map it all loud and then I put in work
You with them freaks - I be in the streets
Y'all be wearing them Bee's - I be wearing Ree's
Running wit' my g's from the U-T-P
This is where I'm gonna be until I D-I-E
Wodie, it's goin' down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay
Where niggaz drank V.S.O.P. until they breath stank
Bitch gatta say something, err' time
They never handle they buisness, but staying in line
Seeking you will find, the loaded up .9
Wanted at 'cha cuz it of fa' stealin' my mind
Juvenile and Three-6 thats a-one-of-a-kind
Tooken up yo golds - nigga get ready ta blind

[Hook]

[Lil' Wyte]
I'm 'Bouta crash da club, break the law
Throw some chairs, crack your jaw
If it's killing season - ain't no reason - ain't no need ta stale
I'm the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain
Non-stop-pop-from-the-top-of-the-clip-in-ya-glock, I still don't feel you mane
Cause of that, ground the coke and now I'm puffin' a pound of dro
When I'm on that level and wit' my killaz you will be found on the flo'
I must confes, I ain't 'bout shit, but if you think ta cross me bitch
You'll end up stanky - walk the planky - and empty out your pockets bitch
Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck
Wit' these issues that I'm facing - daily I should tote a tec
Get respect, that's no option, all the haters filled with toxin'
Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get ta flossin'
Causing problem - dodging bullets - soon as I corrupt the scene
Leaving damage - making havoc reaction fuckin' with me
Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame
Lead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain

[Hook]

[DJ Paul sample]
bustin with that 45 make them bitches back it up, back it up [repeat 4X]

[Verse 1]
I'm 5 foot 8, from the Bay, white as fuck and do not play
If you want me, come and get me, Fraiser Drive is where I stay
Won't you come on down my way, I hope that you ain't afraid
You won't even need the numbers cuz we posted every day
On the corner or in my front yard where we smoke marijuana
Sit back, wait on the police to ride by and stash so we can dog'em
Know wha I'm sayin, they can't fade us, so what the fuck you think you gon do?
We HCP, clicked up with the rest of the world and yes we deep foo
You don't wanna end up an example of what we would to to haters mayne
Victimz have said that we bring the pain and witnesses that we all insane
I don't wanna stress on otha shit that y'all been constantly questionin
Shit that I'm preachin come from people teachin
The shit that I remember so deep within
And when I get to where I'm gonna be in my successful life
I'ma look down at y'all haters in disgrace cuz I done took my flight
And when I get ? shine in that stage of my life
I'ma make sure all y'all haters remember me and I'm gon be allrigh

[Chorus]
So many haters in this world they wanna see us fall
We have no love for none of you bustaz, I said none of y'all
I know you see me everyday, I'm posted on the wall
I'm gonna continue to mash and always standin ten toes tall
So many haters in this world they wanna see us fall
We have no love for none of you bustaz, I said none of y'all
I know you see me everyday, I'm posted on the wall
We gonna continue to mash and always standin ten toes tall
BITCH!

[Verse 2]
Keep'em breathin, leave'em bleedin, boy this is not haters season
This the reason for them beefin, all the rest is just not treason
I got nina's, I got rifles, I got fully auto's too
You get one I will get five and everyone will come for you
This the truth, I got problems in my life and that'z a fact
But that don't give you one right to jump in my shit and holla back
With a different brain, simple thangs, keep me on a different plane
Bizness mayne, with pleasure to settle by an open flame
Plently change will be excepted, but plus I want the fame
Know my name and disrespect it but it will stay the same
Down the drain, knowin for me I have to be workin thangz
Love the game, wanna retire but when I'm 80 mayne
Mary Jane all in my system but yet I still maintain
I'm insane, so hard to hide it but still I can't complain
I got killaz takin good care of ya, leavin plenty stainz
With the shovel I'm gonna bary yo mangled up remainz

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Talk about these hatin lil boys, carryin they toys but they small dawg
Put yo 22 under my 5-0 cal and I'ma get rawed dawg
Ain't no need to stall dawg, I'ma blow up on all y'all
Racin across the nation to yo crib of Palmer Sown dawg
Now we about to stop, now the road about 2 blockz
Reachin yo house wit two glockz, got in yo house wit 2 knockz
Came to the door in Reebok's, joggin pants wit no sockz
Run up them steps actin like you won't get caught but break them door lockz
Situations gettin mixed, ? yo boy got in some shit
Crossed the wrong one, he found out he didn't know who he was fuckin wit
Wyte, backed up by Triple Six
In the next year don't fuck wit this
Fraiser, ?, and youngsta, *Hyptonized* is how I'll leave ya bitch
Blastin back wit competition, stainin on y'all fuckin hoez
Leavin ?? I'm pimpin righ up out the do'
Hate me now, hate me later, it's all good I gots to go
So many haters up in my world, couldn't count'em on my handz and toez

[Chorus]

Thats why you gotta come talk to me,
Cause Jesus kept you alive for a reason.
He knew Satan was in my heart raisin my hand to kill you,
and Satan... he knew i had a good 6 or 7 years of appeal
before they dropped them Cyanid tablets.
And Im just like Jesus, I got diciples too.
And they're just dying to do whatever I ask them to do
as long as I just say the word, Doc.
I'm death and life to you, Doc.
Death and Life (repeated softer and softer)

Josey Scott
Yo this the outlaw Josey Scott from Saliva
Get down wit my boy lil wyte
memphis style homicidal!
what!

Lil Wyte
right about to kill me a motherfucker
any kind of motherfucker
step in to my face brother
bet this game's gon spray brother
laughin' at the site of ignorance
i wanna see you fall
you the one that knocked me off
when i was tryin to climb the wall
but that's all good, that's alright
i'm gon keep on shinin' bright
you put dampers in my path
and in my path i'm seein light
so fuck you ho, talkin loud
innocence corrupt the crowd
i fucked up i know it
that's my shit just sit the fuck on down
actin bad, coulda been smacked
at least i didn't do all that
i just snatched my shit up
got the fuck out without lookin back
called her up, bitched you out
yes i'm gonna see my child
you tryna take that privilege away
and you will never smile
is you packin lackin
yes lil wyte be constantly smokin 'dro
when you see me greenery be all up
and say go real low
get a grain
thats my thing
kick the skull around my brain
if i wasn't here i'd either be dead
or i would be too plain

homicidal, suicidal
every day i live my life
goin crazy, in a days inn
walkin round real late at night
you guessin, i'm stressin
people wonder why i'm always high
you jestin, smith and wesson
you the next on my list to die

so you say you crunker than me motherfucker
bunker than me motherfucker
tougher than me motherfucker
rougher than me motherfucker
got news for you not just for ya
hope that you like gravity
this one's for ya
will destroy ya
and will cause some casualties
lif editions how i'm livin
if you wanna take a peek
said you more her boy to meet my daughter
get the fuck from me
what about her?
what about you?
what about me well fuck you too
if you want to live my life
you can but you a fuckin fool
time was lost
yes it was
so i kept a fuckin' buzz
why you keep a buzz?
dog please to keep from fuckin' up
life is short, then we die
some don't get a piece of pie
but i'm gonna get my slice
even if i have to compromise
sackin cheese is for me
even if it's in these streets
yes i said these streets
because i have not reached the industry
but it's all gravy baby
i'm gon make it off my crazy way
different ladies baby now i'm crazy
that's the way i'll stay

homicidal, suicidal
every day i live my life
goin crazy, in a days inn
walkin round real late at night
you guessin i'm stressin
people wonder why i'm always high
you dressed and, smith and wesson
you're the next on my list to die

(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)

[Intro: DJ Paul]
yea-yea Chuch ya'khamsayn
Once again it's on baby, y'all know what time it is
I know it'sa shame ya'khamsayn,
You gatta actually killa a mothafucka out here
Just ta let a nigga now you ain't playin' with him
And you ain't bullshittin' - yea that's some knowledge fa y'all
Na'...we gon' get y'all inta this new artist
His new ass - Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...

[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul) plays in the background]
Get high to this shit - I'm high as a mothafucka

[DJ Paul]
Alotta rappers rap gangsta shit but they ain't did nothing
DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen
We done rolled down on niggaz, we done let them gats burst
We done seen niggaz blood leak clean through they shirt
I ain't lying too ya boys when I said that cha'll get did
Man I keep me some hungry niggaz ready ta spit the wig
Of a fake solid nigga, hoes lying in they wraps
Cuz they never shot guns and they never had ta scrap

[Juicy J]
He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body cold left from red and wet
Body curved up like a cornrow
Police on the set, I'm a vet from the North - North
Pack a rusty tec in the Lex' plus a sawed-off
Hard makin' money when you watching for the ro-bbe-rers
Narcotics and these hoodrats - nut go-ba-lers
They'd take a shot at 'cha, put you in tha hospita'
Leave you left fa dead, and they tell ya I'ma halla at ya

[Crunchy Blac]
Here I go again, try'na keep my mothafuckin' ass thin
Niggaz halla friends, but they fake friends
I'ma nigga halla "mothafuck friends"
Torn up in my mothafuckin' right hand
I'ma 'bouta go and fuckin' rob a man
Just so I can keep my fuckin' family fed
Fuck what'cha heard this is what I said
Bust out some shots at ya fuckin' head

[LaChat]
I'ma meet you pockin' bitches, whoppin' niggaz wit' my pistol
In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out makin' missles
This is war when you fuckin' wit' LaChat - bitch y'aint know
Get 'cho posee out becuz we comin' 20 deep hoe
Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you fucked up
Hoe this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up
I'ont give a fuck who you is, who you in too
You wont touch a bitch, ha who me bitch - but I'll kill you

[Frayser Boy]
A crooked as a barrell of snakes
Fuck with the real not fake
I represent the Bay - so ain't no need ta hate
I'm counting tones and spray
I'll blow your crean away
This HCP don't play - won't see anotha day
Y'kno we Hyp-notize, can see it in your eyes
This Frayser Boy - no lie
Inhalin' dro - so fine
Y'kno we toppin' a poun'
And still we stompin' your smile
No need ta copy our styles
What chain't been popped in a while

[Lil' Wyte]
No more fuckin' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up
Cuz when you fuck wit' this camp - let's say you messed up
They told you in the beginning - don't try ta test us
The day Lil' Wyte hooked up with the 6 - the shit was all she wrote
Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat
This shit be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga
Adding some Pippen ta bitches get at me weaker than water
This is the start of a problem thats lackin' a solution
You graduated with honors - ta sell out institution
And this for all the rappers that got kicked up out this camp
I stole your plate when back fa seconds - +How U Luvin' That?+
This is my mothafuckin' posee song - Wheres Jerome?
Instead of gettin' up out yo shit - you stayed ya ass at home
Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it hurt
If they knew bitchin' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse
Bitch doubt me now

[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul)]

YEAH YEAH YEAH U HAVE JUST WITNESSED THE LIL.WYTE ALBUM DOUBT ME NOW (DOUBT ME NOW TAKING PLACE OF SUM OF THOSE BUSTA'S I GOT RID OF WORD 2 THE WISE BE4 WE GET IN 2 THIS WETHER U A DOPE DEALER A RAPPER PRODUCER BEFORE U TRY 2 CROSS THE PERSON WHO PUT U ON GO BACK AND TAKE A LOOK AT SUM OF THOSE PICTURES OF U IN THOSE DIRTY ASS CLOTHES AND THINK WIOULD I BE IN DA SAME PLACE IF IT WASN'T FOR THESE FOLKS FAGET'S BUT NEWAYZ THE PROJECT PAT ALBUM OUT NOW