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I where them killaz hang

(Lord Infamous)
The I'm chokin'
The get broken
The pussies are
The is scopin'
The is smokin'
blood it be soakin'
The
The
The I'm locin'
We up in the
My in panic
try to get franic
Got blowed off the
They don't it
Soldiers stand it
That's how I it
Fuck you
My
Ready for
Blastery
you in plastic
Way my be twisted
Got me gotta have it
Niggas want to approach Infamous
But I am loco I will
Your off your shoulders

(Project Pat)
Mister murderer
Niggas with some
You mothafuckas
We gonna finish what you
Yo is a nigga set
Bitch you ah have a gat
a nigga
With that
Memphis Project Pat
I'm down like the Kamakaze souldier on a spree
Once we get it dog
You gonna have to me
Who I be
I'm hidin' in the layin'
us to the ground
Ghetto
Off your you shall drown

(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not
Now the koopstas off the
Only real G's to me
my (?)
People sayin'
Tryin' to me as a joke
But pimp shit bitch
Can't go I all of you hoes
up my mind
Daily wit my patience
Runnin' from my
the coo fool can ya face me
Claim to be my
When ya takin' a second
I it's on then
Big bitch
No money on my
Manne this is hectic
So I'm up to god
Me and my charge partna
a rapper down with bars
Party sells where I dwell
pastrys on my shelf
I'm fellin' as if I'm in
Yea soon I be
well if it's swell
Triple platinum the (?)
Deja Vu fuck when I
Oh me this a binitch
Please me for my frenech
But you all these lyrics
If ya me then ya feel me

(Crunchy Black)
In the hood where I
And I real well
For you hatin' ass bitches
Manne you might as well in hell
When you the aroma
>From blunts when I hit corners
Don't you
Don't you
Cause it's gonna be
Murder murder on my
Leavin' blank in the
you drop that fuckin' glass
Manne I bet'cha I yo ass
pop with the glock
In a fuckin' box
Don't you try to call the cop
Cause a nigga ain't stop

(Project Pat)
Shootin', cappin', and chill
Lettin' you so know the deal
Hollow yo ass gonna feel
Roll yo bitch and you real
with the click, the crew, the clan
You gon'
G's swangin' out they
you stankin' with the flies
Cries up out yo mouth
But they muffled by the
When I pull the trigga
You enter the zone
killas
Always stayin' strapped with them
Pat
Memphis,
Where them hang