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i represent where them killaz hang
(lord infamous)
the ganja iand'm chokinand'
the lawsand'll get broken
the pussies are open
the killas is scopinand'
the (?) is smokinand'
is bloodily soakinand'
the scarecrow
the sicker
the snizote iand'm locinand'
we up in the attic
my victim in panic
they try to get franic
got blowed off the planet
they donand't understand it
soldiers canand't stand it
thatand'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 itchinand' 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
iand'm down like the kamakaze souldier on a killinand' spree
once we get into it dog
you gonna have to murder me
who i be
iand'm hidinand' in the bushes layinand'
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 gand's close to me
heand's (?)
people sayinand' folks
tryinand' to take me as a joke
but this pimp shit bitch
canand't go i ti-zook all of you hoes
loadinand' up my mind
daily fuckinand' my patience
runninand' from my visitations
just the coo fool can ya face me
claim to be my friend
when ya takinand' a second look
i guess itand's on then
big bizness bitch
no money on my book
manne this shit is hectic
so iand'm callinand' up to got
me and my charge partna booga
heand's a rapper down with us
party (?) 17and's where i dwell
stale (?) on my shelf
iand'm fellinand' as if iand'm in hell
yea soon i be bailed
pale well if itand's swell
triple platinum with the (?)
deja vu fuck when i left
oh me isnand't this a binitch
please excuse me for my frenech
but you writinand' 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 hatinand' ass bitches
manne you might as well burn in hell
when you smell the aroma
andgt;from them blunts when i hit corners
donand't you duck
donand't you dodge
cuase itand's only gonna be
murder murder on my mind
leavinand' blank in the pass
when you drop that fuckinand' glass
manne i betand'cha i kill yo ass
nigga pop with the glock
in a pine fuckinand' box
donand't you try to call the fuckinand' cop
cause a nigga ainand't gonna stop
(project pat)
shootinand', cappinand', jack and chill
lettinand' you so calleds know the deal
hollow tips yo ass gonna feel
roll yo dice bitch and you real
fuckinand' with the click, the crew, the clan
you gonand' recognize
gand's swanginand' out they trees
have you stankinand' with the flies
cries cominand' up out yo mouth
but they muffled by the tone
when i pull the trigga back
you enter the enternal zone
southside killas
always stayinand' strapped with them thangs
project pat
memphis, tennessee
where them killaz hang
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