(feat. H.C.P.) 



[DJ Paul] 

Yeah, H.C.P. Defeat does not exist in this Camp 

Do you hear me it's goin down 

Yhe niggaz who's sellin for real 

Ya boys hurtin out there man 

I see your sound scans we killin you baby 

And we gon keep bringing this pain 

and this motherfuckin bump in your motherfuckin speakers 



[DJ Paul] 

See I'm the number one killa for these bitch ass niggaz 

Got guns got rope for a bitch ass nigga 

Plastic bags, duck tape for a bitch ass nigga 

Stolen cars, sellin hoes for a bitch ass nigga 

S K's, double clips for a bitch ass nigga 

40 cal. on the hip for a bitch ass nigga 

Ridin Benz's shootin at you old bitch ass nigga 

Hypnotize we allergic to a bitch ass nigga 

Niggaz wanna talk shit you a kid to me 

I'll fuck you up, real dog, its some killas with me 

In the end you won't see me, just wait for my calls 

Ill ride by shoot your momma's house up and all 

And leave a motherfucker bleedin on the carpet 

Walk right up to your bedroom window and don't stop it 

Nigga you started, I won't when I brought you back 

Momma dead in the Lexus, when you look back 



[Crunchy Black] 

Hold up my nigga 

This is danger you is facing 

Ima crank the fuckin chain saw 

And cut you like Jason 

Aint wastin no time 

Ima go on head and let my smith and wesson 

Gone shine my nigga, yall be hatin 

Aint no hatin on me dog 

Ima leave you layin in the motherfuckin street dog 

Now catch this heat yall, lock it and release yall 

I'm just tryin to keep some mutherfuckin peace dog 

Yall Testin me 



[Juicy J] 

People always asking bout Project Pat 

Did he get ten years, or did he time go flat 

Well ima tell you like this, its a baller battle 

Try to prosecute a nigga, probably taller than Shaq 

Me and my brother been down, since the days a rap 

Hangin out Cypress Garden tryin to sell the crack 

Can't no money or no bitch can relate to that 

Throught he good and the bad ima have his back 

So ima tell you young niggaz in the streets today 

That be standing on the block, smoke chokin that hay 

The Police, Prosecutors are the enemies 

Dont get caught up in that cross yo decsion you make 

If I could turn back the hands of time, I would 

And tell my big brother the gun ain't no good 

He got one strike a felon, thats good 

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[Lord Infamous] 

Its the heavyweight Champion chip of rap 

I hope you did all your sit ups and ran your laps 

Cause I'm ready for the whole damn ten round bout 

Throw a jab left, up, right, to the map 

And I don't think your boys gonna help you this time 

Cause you done fucked around with the roll down kind 

Got get a bump and grind gotta bump me the pine 

Gotta nine to your spine, yo I gotta get mine 

With that in mind, yo for what I am highly trained 

Insane mane, and I gotta very good aim 

So bring yo bandaids and your pain killers 

We foe killer, type of niggaz 

Best believe we keepin you injured 

Even worse then you in pictures 

So get buck if you really think you want to 

Best believe Lord is gonna come back and haunt you 



[Lil Wyte] 

Calls it quits when you talk cause you spoke my name 

Gotta switch when you walk, lookin like you a dame 

Lil Wyte, yeah I rocked it when I entered the game 

Cause Ima hussler on my bumpin for my fortune and fame 

And its a blessin, not a question, being part of this Camp 

Learn a lessin from this blessin you can't fuck with this Fam' 

Youll come up missin when you glisten your lil wrist I'm not dissin 

Until the center of attention, and your momma you listenin 

And I'm the one bringing thunder to this sky you wonder 

Fuck around wit a mugger and Ill then make you wonder 

What happened to this little craker it was just marijuana 

His shoes just got a little bigger, I just gonna warn you 

That he was creepin from the slab, where the gat is packed 

Pull a Cop killer bullets that'll pierce your back 

I tried to save your soul and plus state the facts 

But still bitch made motherfucker's get laid flat 



[Frayser Boy] 

Muthafucker cock sucker you don't want none of this 

Bitch pull a trigger tell a nigga fuckin wit this shit 

HCP best believe, bring the motherfuckin pain 

Clickin on you, hittin on you, we ain't playin no games 

Fuck you off, we the boss, got the city on lock 

Glock my side, time of ride, Got the sawed bitch cocked 

Wit a nigga makin moves, in this fuckin rap shit 

Trigger pull it, get a bullet, cause you know I'm strapped bitch 

Know a bunch of niggaz some real, some fake, some hate, Some trake 

So I get them bitches out the way 

Dont you test, be my guess, We gone bust the steal 

Nigga one less, shoot less, tone to the head feel 

Nigga what you wanna do dog 

Bring the shit to the fan 

Every stressin, got you goin down like quick sand 

Frayser Boy, Rep of course, find me in the fuckin Bay 

Slangin work, doin dirt, quickin wit the AK 

Pass the gat and lets ride 

Lord is in your house best go hide 

Crunchy gon smack you cross the head wit the Tone 

Juicy the type nigga you best leave lone 

Paul ain't gone talk at all he gon blast 

Fuckin wit this click you bitch you won't last 

Much love to my nigga Pat and thats real 

Lil Wyte reppin Bay with me don't get killed