[Fiend]

I know you ain't bout this whomp

Most requested since the Seventeen magazine for glock

War vest since 17 cause I refuse to get popped

Gone be shocked and shotty

Walk the concrete like every hood got me

Better yet like who gonna stop me

Hands fall to shambles, go on gamble

Playing with animals with good gun handle

This is a man slaughter

Cause they bitches and they been

Don't make me have to shout it to them all again

Cause rounds speak whomp

And hounds seek whomp, that sounds sweet

Head lookin' like some fried ground meat

Collide with the four-five heat, and let the snub nose reek

Bitches love me cause I sound so street

O.G. know me, grabbin' the Hypnotize, Fe

I don't know why dead bodies impress me

My Uncle E, told me shot him while he chokes

Untouchable South Par never got him on the ropes, yea yea



[Chorus x4]

That's how it happen to'm (fuck you nigga)

That's how it happen to'm (fuck you nigga)

That's how it happen to'm (fuck you nigga)

Thinking I was just rapping to'm (fuck you nigga)



[D.J. Paul]

I swore a bitch don't know me, a rap can't tell em'

How and high, quick walk behind him and dead em'

I scared em' with ski mask, nigga thought he last

Till the paramedics came, but he bled to fast

I hit him, one in the head, two in the back

I left him dead as the faces on money, and layed flat

Because he think since I got a big house

A lot of cars, a lot of broads

I won't finish what the fuck he started

You see bitch, you's a damn liar

I'm still gangster, I ain't changed

Neither have you, you still weak ain't you

You more killer than David Berkowitz over the phone

Show me that murderer, that night I'll show up at your home

But that right there lil' daddy, I thought that will ever see

Cause you's a rapping ass nigga, not what you claim to be

So shut that pussy shit short bout this Hypnotize

Before you see your whole life flash before your eyes



[Chorus x4]



[Juicy J]

Now let me tell you bout some cowards

That be shitting off in their drawers, say they hate Juicy J

But they feel they cool with Paul, maybe they mad

Cause I peeped the fucking fakeness in they bitch ass

Or is it when I get my Bentley washed up like some dishes

Or is it cause your gal probably wanna be my mistress

You tell that funky slut, she gotta pay to get with this pimpin'

I bet you hoes would run, if you seen the fight had broke out

I know a lot of niggas try to pump their nuts and show out

They smile up to your face, they be like "What's up dog"

You sell a million copies they say "Fuck all y'all"

You tell them play your records they say "Yea, we gon' bump it"

You leave the radio station they say "Take that shit dump it mane"

I'm so sick of these phoney ass, fake ass, flaugin' ass niggas

Step up to this muthafuckin trigga

You think I be playin with you cowards

I'm a tell ya this is reala

Let's see how you act when you meet them killers



[Chorus x4]