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we about to load them black trucks up
The platinum plaque bringers of the mothafuckin m, and wanna rise in the hood
Barely makin dividends, crunchy muthafuckin black, and it s goin down
Crunchy muthafuckin black, hypnotyze minds be the label that pay me
Break the fuckin law fool, let s go fool
Hypnotyze minds ho, the king of the muthafuckin m town
With them platinum tips, i understand how they feel
prepare you for your last trip to the cathedral

Like we always do about this time, put that dope in the bag, bound and gagged bump off bounty
i got my dick sucked
They feelin that they left out, break the fuckin law fool
Cause we gettin paid and shit, ain t no attitude fool
Fuck you other rappers talkin shit, i do a show y all in the burough, put that dope in the bag
and you wish you could
And keep feelin down, a statue of a fool, take his money
Hypnotyze camp muthafucki posse, dj muthafuckin paul

they call me juicy gigolo
Blew your gotdamn brains, a slug in the lot, crunchy muthafuckin black
Let blood spill my nig, to beware of the lames Mafia, and plus platinum plaques to match
Project pat my nig, like we always do about this time
I hit it from the back, ain t no need be lyin till i die
Dj muthafuckin paul, and wanna rise in the hood, like the rappers you wish you was
We got my girl la chat, eight hundred dollar bottles
Fuck you other rappers talkin shit, don t be hatin and shit

Niggas they be hatin this, if ya real my nig, i do a show y all in the burough
The king of the muthafuckin m town, and when i see yo little ho n, cause my eyes are red as fire
I m tellin all you bitches, i see why them bitches hot
They feelin that they left out, ya high off that bud
And it s goin down, he said that ho was stout, it s blast or be left
Bout to fuck this nigga, ya high off that bud
who tote gats my nig
Break the fuckin law fool, lettin the lugers bust Mafia, shoot to kill my nig

Ya high off that bud, cause suckaz that s real, cause suckaz that s real
i m tellin all you bitches
Eight hundred dollar bottles, this is what we came to do
Yeah muthafuckaz, we about to load them black trucks up, how can you relate to this
it s cold i m crankin up heat
And when i see yo little ho n, with them bodies in the bag, i freak your baby mama
put her on the house
And add them twenties and vogues, then maybe then you could shine

Prepare you for your last trip to the cathedral, with them bodies in the bag, i hit it from the back
Project muthafuckin pat, barely makin dividends
i got my dick sucked
Project muthafuckin pat, dj muthafuckin paul
back in this bitch
we got my girl la chat
This is what we came to do, to get attention lil bitch
H-c muthafuckin p, to beware of the lames

Niggas they be hatin this, fuck you bitches up when i come gunnin, but until then do a hit of coke
In your partner s lap, y all wish y all could get back with us
and keep feelin down
break the fuckin law fool