M-Town Representatives (f/ Hypnotize Camp Posse)

Gangsta Boo

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    [DJ Paul]
    Niggas you roll them dice
    You better except how they fall
    Nigga you fucking wit Juice
    Nigga you fucking wit Paul
    Nigga you fucking wit Boo
    Nigga you fucking wit Black
    Lil bitch you fucking wit Lord
    Lil bitch you fucking wit Pat
    Nigga you fucking wit Roc
    Nigga you fucking wit Chat
    And if you fuck wit La Chat
    We blow your chest through your back
    And if you fuck wit anyone else
    I dont give a fuck
    Because they dont plead and breed HCP nigga what

    [Lord Infamous]
    I always leave them in suspense
    Better put up your defense
    cause this .44's intense
    Niggas catch a body risk
    Bloody glock bloody trench
    Bloody bodies on the fence
    Bloody legion, all you bitches bloody six is in the midst
    Oh my Lord, Infamous
    Cock the hammer let it split
    I'm the damager carnage
    I'm the razor in your wrist
    I'm the medicine you hit
    Got you fucking throwing fits
    Kicking chairs and swinging fists
    How long can you get to this?
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    [Crunchy Black]
    It started way back when a nigga was a kid
    I stick and move my nigga
    That's the shit that I did
    I broke a few fucking bones
    And I cast few stones
    I pulled a few fucking tone
    Man that shit went wrong
    You got me stuck in the zone
    When a nigga doing wrong
    I pop you once in your head with that goddamn chrome
    Don't give a fuck motherfucker
    If your family moarn
    Shouldna stepped to me dawg
    Shouldna stepped to me at all
    You weak busta!

    [Project Pat]
    A mistaken ID
    Wanna put me in the po-key
    Cuz I'm on parole
    Police swearing that they know he
    Had to do the shit
    Cuz Project Pat is a convict
    Whose North Memphis raised
    Hood bred taking no shit
    If I did the hit
    You'll be left okey dokey
    Still selling dope on the motherfucking lowski
    When I pull the tone
    After that squeeze the trigger
    On any punk bitch or a ho ass nigga!

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    [La Chat]
    See I'ma go and have to kill a bitch
    Empty the clip
    I guess that's the only way
    Or I'ma have to buy you a lick
    La Chat aint with that bullshit
    I be burying hoes
    And I'ma do it for the weather bitch
    Fuck a low low
    Man I'm a mean bitch I tell ya
    I done been there done that
    It aint no mission I cant finish
    Nothing aint too tough for Chat
    So if you catch me slippin ho
    Fuck me wearing a mask
    Cuz once I know its you fo sho
    I'ma cremate ya ass

    [Juicy J]
    Can a nigga get chosen
    Knees kinda cold
    Have you seen a memphis playa
    Ride bentley rose
    I done told ya that I'm always gonna stand on ten toes
    With a liquor bottle, crack, and a blunt already rolled
    My cologne smell the curb
    Just superb on these hoes
    Hanging with these Memphis killas
    With that candy round they nose
    On my neck on my wrist
    Is that jewelry that be froze
    On my face is my cardier shades and my golds

    [T-Roc]
    Is this a stain to be making?
    It's a T-Roc creation
    No roofer sniper you facing
    I'm like an offspring of Satan
    My innovation of danger
    From the slugs of the chamber
    Keep more guns than a ranger
    Prepared to mangle a stranger
    My competition deleted
    From verbal telekenisis
    Placing bodies in ditches
    And leave them stinking like fecis
    Once the list is depleted
    Fold my dollars like creaces
    My coalition is the Hypnotize Camp
    Its no secret nigga!

    [Gangsta Boo]
    If I go leave me a stain
    I got two glocks and a blunt
    Bout to let you bitches know
    That Gangsta Boo don't give a fuck
    I got diamonds on my wrist
    I got diamonds in my teeth
    Is it a bird?
    Is it a bee?
    Can you bitches picture me?
    Talking shit about Ms. Lady
    When you know you wanna fuck
    Ya'll round town clowing
    Doing donuts in the truck
    Got you bitches to the flo'
    Got the nigga take his dough
    I be Mrs. "Where Da Dollas At?"
    You hatas know the score
    I be ballin ATL
    I hit round up on the cell
    Got them meet me at the swiss
    And bring some niggas to the tale
    Might as well go on playa
    Ya'll aint ready for the gangsta ho
    I be rippin bitches
    Like guerilla, murder, kill ho
    I dont give a fuck
    What you groupies say up in the streets
    Catch me off in gucci sheets
    Sleeping living luxury
    Just to give you hoes
    All the answers you been waiting fo
    I remain the undisputed champ
    Nigga ye aint know?

    Ha Ha...Bitch!

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