(feat. La' Chat)



[DJ Paul]

It is I my son

The king of the motherfuckin' "M" awakened

by all you hatin ass hoes you bitch you

And its going motherfuckin' down

For all you motherfuckin wannabe Hypnotize Camp Posse ass niggas

Who we got in this motherfucker count out



[Crunchy Blake]

Crunchy Blake up in this bitch



[Lord Infamous]

Lord soldier



[La Chat]

A real treal bitch



[Frazer Boy]

You got frazy boy in this motherfucker

like to ride on you bitch made niggas



[Lord Infamous]

Nigga get all yo boys, Tell them to bring all there guns

And being y'all some hoes, I got to eat'um when we come

When I don't tuck it, Yo pressure point with 44 slugs

On this *** I'm feelin this commented by this thug

Head bust put yea, In mudda huh

It's the rip yea for a hour, Leave yea skull fucked up

Plus I'll double bust, to yo nuts, cough'em up SLUT

Drop the needle and then I'm callin Triple Six up



[La Chat]

Who run it, I know you know, Quite playin you hatin hoe

La Chat can't take no mo, We brangin it to the door

I got the tech 9, 45 can't forget the A.K

Fin to take you to the streets, No you bitches clean away

Man I'm sick'in tired of you talking I'm up and on my donkin

Is it you that I would be stalking, I'm walkin, bitches walkin

Hope you niggas payin attention to everything I mention

Shit I'm up and full of dat shit and I'm going on a mission



[Juicy J]

Now sippin on some gin and some mo, and some mo

Watchin niggas in the room snotin blow, snotin blow

They got weed, and its already rolled, ready rolled

Quit baby sitting that doe, that doe

Now I'm so fuckin buzzed I'm bout to faint, bout to faint

Sittin back watchin R. Kelly tapes, Kelly tapes

Now everytime you see a player we be high, we be high

So come and get a piece of nigga pie, nigga pie



[Frazer Boy]

I be sycophantic, don't you panic, you can't handle it

So god damn it, you can't stand it, leave you stranded

Push up nigga you been bradin, I been pacin you are facin

Fuckin killer in your placin, heart is racin, y'all be racin

Both to catch another casin, kill and nigga, drill a nigga

Fell me nigga, I don't give a fuck about what you said I'm the illest nigga

Pistol bucker, drama lovin, poppa sucka, motherfucker, like no other

I'm a lethal weapon, like I'm Danny Glover



[Crunchy Blake]

Nigga let me tell you my specialty, my specialty

Its getting you niggas, lock and load with the gun and pullin the trigger

How the fuck you figure, that a nigga ain't robbin you nigga

When I'm out here, tryin to get life dicka dicka

Yo body up when I kill ya nigga

shouldn't talked that shit cause I pull the trigger

How the fuck y'all niggas

wanna go to war when y'all ain't bad enough for us boy



[DJ Paul]

See I'm the kings of kings, scare crows the lord of us

And fuckin up in my kindom is something you can't afford

Tryin to compete with hypnotize man, I wouldn't even try that

My low keys cost 70 G's nigga can you buy that

You wonder why I had the for sale sign in the yard, bitch I sold my crib

My new house cost 1 million, and this some king shit, mtv crib shit

Yo mouth done dropped, you start to drool you need a bib bitch

Before you dis me nigga turn yo pockets inside out, clean yo shoes and you

pants bring the starch right out

Cause I'm the K.O.M., you wishin you was down with this click

But you choose other wise so you a clown to this click

In the streets nigga you get nothing but frowns from this click

And we done covered all sides of this country you bitch

So if you ever get a chance to get your source out right

You'll be like me nigga Nas all you'll have is one mic



[all together speaking]