[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
