Where da Killaz Hang

Chorus
I represent where them killaz hang
(lord infamous)
The ganja im chokin
The lawsll get broken
The pussies are open
The killas is scopin
The ( ?) is smokin
Is bloodily soakin
The scarecrow
The sicker
The snizote im locin
We up in the attic
My victim in panic
They try to get franic
Got blowed off the planet
They dont understand it
Soldiers cant stand it
Thats how i planned it
Fuck you goddamnit
My automatic
Ready for static
Blastery tragic
Have you in plastic
Way my mind be twisted
Got me itchin gotta have it
Niggas want to approach lord infamous
But i am loco i will blow
Your head off your shoulders
(project pat)
Mister murderer robbers
Niggas with some charges
You fake mothafuckas
We gonna finish what you started
Yo heart is a nigga set
Bitch you best ah have a gat
Smoke a nigga
With that trigga
Memphis nigga project pat
Im down like the kamakaze souldier on a killin spree
Once we get into it dog
You gonna have to murder me
Who i be
Im hidin in the bushes layin
Push us to the ground
Ghetto clown
Off your blood you shall drown
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(koopsta knicca)
Too dim not today
Now the koopstas off the streets
Only real gs close to me
Hes (?)
People sayin folks
Tryin to take me as a joke
But this pimp shit bitch
Cant go i ti-zook all of you hoes
Loadin up my mind
Daily fuckin my patience
Runnin from my visitations
Just the coo fool can ya face me
Claim to be my friend
When ya takin a second look
I guess its on then
Big bizness bitch
No money on my book
Manne this shit is hectic
So im callin up to got
Me and my charge partna booga
Hes a rapper down with us
Party ( ?) 17s where i dwell
Stale (?) on my shelf
Im fellin as if im in hell
Yea soon i be bailed
Pale well if its swell
Triple platinum with the ( ?)
Deja vu fuck when i left
Oh me isnt this a binitch
Please excuse me for my frenech
But you writin all these lyrics
If ya hear me then ya feel me
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(crunchy black)
In the hood where i dwell
And i dwell real well
For you playa hatin ass bitches
Manne you might as well burn in hell
When you smell the aroma
>from them blunts when i hit corners
Dont you duck
Dont you dodge
Cuase its only gonna be
Murder murder on my mind
Leavin blank in the pass
When you drop that fuckin glass
Manne i betcha i kill yo ass
Nigga pop with the glock
In a pine fuckin box
Dont you try to call the fuckin cop
Cause a nigga aint gonna stop
(project pat)
Shootin, cappin, jack and chill
Lettin you so calleds know the deal
Hollow tips yo ass gonna feel
Roll yo dice bitch and you real
Fuckin with the click, the crew, the clan
You gon recognize
G's swangin out they trees
Have you stankin with the flies
Cries comin up out yo mouth
But they muffled by the tone
When i pull the trigga back
You enter the enternal zone
Southside killas
Always stayin strapped with them thangs
Project pat
Memphis, tennessee
Where them killaz hang
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