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Lyricist: Lord Infamous, Crunchy Black, Project Pat & Koopsta Knicca
Lyrics:
I represent where them killaz hang
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
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
I represent where them killaz hang
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
I represent where them killaz hang
(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
'Cause 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
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
I represent where them killaz hang
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