Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit
It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga
Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your door
I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
Fuck the reason, and the treason, time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it
The crew can't stand them vapors
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase
Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your armpits
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
Our mind, in crime reminds, Crazed N Laz Dayz
So, when we creep, drop 'cause I'ma hit you nine times
It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
They smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
You half steppin', I got the weapon
Plus, I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute
And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time
You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown
Hypnotize, and blazed another gold plate
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
What, what, it's CP nigga
How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager
You can believe this, you can believe that
A fiend violatin' the business, I ain't wit'
Boom, boom, I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that
Yeah, we can do it take your time and do it right
Cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors
Koop with double clicks and duck tape and wicked wizards
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
And you know what that mean bitch
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, whoa
And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that
Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock 'em in the expedition
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, 'cause I despise
See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard
I woke up early Saturday morning
Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays
Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch
I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart
Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black
Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger
The first one to bust his gun, hollow tips come by the ton
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy
You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Cane slangier, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
4 niggaz deep, bandannas with black calicos
You believe that nigga I love to get it on
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine
You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night
Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers
Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start
The Posse, the Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
Take your nine lives, bump up and hypnotize your mind, blind
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
And pay a livin', neh nigga, gon' bother my
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate
A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack
And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss
You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me
No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time for no shit
Get the fuck away from me, ho because
I love to kill, I love the thrill
