[Project Pat]

Hen hen hen-o-sin

Make a playa sin

Mix it in with the white gin

Here we go again

Project Pat, gotta keep a strap

Haters know I rap

Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map

I attack like a shark would

Represent this hood

North Memphis nigga, Hollywood

Make it understood

In my blood, ain't no traitness

Or no fakeness

And no hoe couldn't break this

You can hate this



[Crunchy Black]

This bitch that bitch, nigga here's the deal

Crunchy ain't runnin round here fakin deals

Crunchy runnin round here tryna get a mil

While you fakin a deal, it don't cost nothin to be real

All you gotta do is keep that shit real

Don't be runnin round here hollarin you got deals

Don't be runnin round here hollarin that you will kill

It don't cost nothing to be real

But it cost when you kill



[DJ Paul]

I'm bout to crash into you suckaz like the world trade

I'm ridin green Escalade

Full of green grenades

You hoes always hollarin that we be some bitches and shit

But every time I turn around you got our name on your shit

I used to be with them

Mane i'm still with them

You wish you was with them

How the fuck you hate them

When you always claimin them

I think its funny cuz yall faggots be still, callin my studio

Tryna get back, stay who you with, cuz I don't need you hoe



[La Chat]

I call up my niggaz, we buck and toss with no mercy hoe

We packin this guage and decorating you with bullet holes

La Chat I be ready, you bout to say for no reason shit

That leaves me no choice, to grab my glock and fuck up your wig

You think killa talk

But ain't no kill in your blood boy

That infrared be beamin i got ya scopin behind ya door

You niggaz can't take it, you hate the fact that we runnin it

You ain't gotta love it, but you gonna learn to respect it bitch



[Lord Infamous]

Got some syrup in my cup, got some smoke in my mouth

Got some white in my nose, got your bitch on the couch

Got her head in my lap, trick I gotta keep it South

Got a problem with Three Six? gotta blow your brains out

Got the South sewed up

Got the guns, load up

Fuckin with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blown up

It's a hold up

Everybody fold up

Niggaz talk like they tough

But they ain't got no nuts, bitch



[Juicy J]

I'm shootin a dyke in her breast-o

Coward in his chest-o

And this police nigga what we call him Donnie Brasco

If you bitches want war, you can bring it, lets go

When i put this tone in ya face, presto

A killa in a black coat, gonna make a mess tho

Leave ya in the street with a bloody Willie Esco

Drankin on some scotch, and we choppin down that cocoa

Tryna roll some pot in a fuckin optimo (mo)



[Frayser Boy]

Dont you make the wrong move, and you get your ass killed dog

A fake ass nigga but he claimin that he real dog

You ain't got to lie to kick it actin like he down dog

Always lookin like tryna wear a murder frown dog

Don't you get smacked and be gettin off the pavement dog

Don't you make me act a fool with some bad behavior dog

Hypnotize Camp Posse got my fuckin back dog

Frayser Boy'll leave ya stankin pop you with the gat dog



[Project Pat]

I'm watchin out for you polices niggaz we tight

This unit rip your head in pieces, I know you feel it

These lyrics just like Mona Lisa's cuz you can sell it

The Posse click tight like feces, I know you smell it

This ghetto hood shit is crucial, just like a murda

You step hoe then we shoot ya, we quick to serve ya

You hate us, then it's mutual, so don't be scared a

The H-C-P'll do ya, mane we gon hurt ya