Lyrics:

DJ Paul
HCP Hypnotize Minds introducin

Lil Wyte
Mutha fukin' Lil' Wyte straight from the M-town mutha fuka

DJ Paul
Don't play we bout ta what?

Lil Wyte
Y'all ain't ready fo this shit we finin to crash da mutha fukin' club dawg

DJ Paul
You ain't drunk nigga

Lil Wyte
You ain't drunk mutha fuka

DJ Paul
Its goin' down HC mutha fukin P the creators of the crunk shit we bout to tear this mutha fukin up den crash da club bitch

Lil Wyte
Most of ya mental scars outlinin ya inside bars gripin yo needle heart kiss my blood 'n' hata by heart when the fuck you gonna start to recognizin life is a game it's always da same da dice you rollin' ain't 'bout the change I'm snatchin yo change reinbersin you is the pain it's all on the main 'n' which direction he makes his fame I ain't bout that fame I'm bout that cheese 'n' its bout that brains so fuk yo whole name with few my papers lackin sum thangs I'm startin all ova the composition stinkin like odors n I thot I told ya when I come through I'm crushin like boulders I'm hard to top tru destiny my fetish come knockin' whatever I drop but even yo beast can't touch what I got you whilin or not if so bring all yo beef to the spot hope you gotcho glock I'm strappin no hesitant to pop so back yo words up 'n' keep on chokin out on that cock you like it or not its Everlast that ain't bout to stop

Lil Wyte
(8x)
We bout to crash da club
Throw sum chairs

Lil Wyte
Rotten core to the bone wit no way home 'n' destination bitch I see you flyin by n u implyin that I've been tradin bitch n I helped ya out I put yo name across the nation bitch n I got the chance it's all the jealousy up in ya bitch now how do ya think ya gonna get a piece of my wealth? I created scopin 'n' made myself I'm froucisiouley gifted lyricly raised in hell if you want it come get it you beter brace urself my purogitive locked and I'm weddin hoes on sight it's a ractive disaster curutal upon your flight better watch out we're riding especially at night got a bullet and chamber commin after that reise white so befor you come trippin' you better think about life you only got one to see and you better live it right ride or die is my terms and I ain't gettin' fucked twice think your gonna come out ahead come on bitch role your dice

Lil Wyte
(8x)
We bout to crash da club
Throw sum chairs

Lil Wyte
I'm bout to crash the club break the law throw some chairs crack your jaw if its killin' season ain't no reason ain't no need to stall I'm the one put here to abosrob all this energy and pain none stop pop to the top of the clip and your glock I still don't feel ya man cause of that crown the coke now I'm fuckin' a puond of drow when I'm on the leval and wit my killas you'll be found on the flour I must confess I ain't bout shit but if you think of crossin me bitchand let them stank and walk the plank and empty out your pocets bitch break the law break your legcrash the club and crack you neck with these issues that I'm facing dayly I should toll the tec get respect that's no option all the haters fulled with toxin walk right through this inturupt the crowd and pistalls get to flossin cousein problems dodgen bulets soon as I currupt the sceen leavin' damage makin' habits reaction fuckin' wit me chance of your desact go though my head when you ignight the flame lead to your disaster befor it hit you brain

Lil Wyte
(8x)
We bout to crash da club
Throw sum chairs