F*ckin’ With the Best
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HCP nigga, Hypnotise Camp Posse bitch
And it's still on hoe
When you fuck with us
We'll get you fucking with the fucking best
When you fuck with us
We'll get you fucking with the fucking best
When you fuck with us
Fuck the rest, you fucking with the best
My Hypnotise C-A-M-P Posse
Let me see do you niggas rob
Let me see do you niggas kill
Let me see do you niggas know how to get you a fucking mill
Let me see do you niggas know how to keep shit real
If you faking a deal then you'll get yo ass killed
Ain't no hating around here, nigga we bout our business
All we trying to get is paper and we ain't even witnessed
You talk a whole bunch of shit, get your head bust bitch
We putting bodies in the back of our pick-up bitch
And dropping them in the ditch
Bitch eat these hollow tips
Send that fucking one through brain and rib cage
One that comes in the leg, through your lungs
Make sure dumb thugs don't die today
Dig these hoes, bury these foes
Bitch keep your nose up out my tray
Toss grenades, cock or spray
Stay the fuck up out my way
Leave them casket doors closed
Nothing left but nigga guts
Take a paper sack, don't be at the funeral throwing up
No more history remains, but the stains I left in his truck
Sincerely yours, Lord Infamous, Scarecrow
You don't have to be no stranger
Violate me, it's your life in danger
A trigger nigga, bitch that's showing no pity, full of anger
I said from the start, motherfucker I warned you, I got no love
It's straight from the heart, when I buck your body up with them slugs
LaChat you know me hoe, I'm always seen in the streets
But you never gonna try to come to me with shit
Cause you bitches too weak, if you fuck with me it'll be your life
A simple chance that you'll take
And clicked up with the Hypnotise Camp for life
So all you bitches quit hating
Yeah on that X we rolling
Rolling North Memphis pistols toting
Baby bottles full of syrup
With that ice we keep it frozen
Fifth of liquor on my hip, maybe I might take a sip
When I'm in the studio, maybe he might take a sniff
Ounce of green we breaking down, Kings of Memphis on the town
Some of you niggas take that ink, trying to stretch it with that brown
Cause all I wanna know is can you smoke with me, smoke with me
Chief on that weed, you smoking dope with me, dope with me
Bitch this a real motherfucking clique
Niggas out here trading, flodging, faking on my profit shit
Trying to steal my name, trying to have my fame
Even wanna look like me
Plenty niggas join the game, but only the real break the meat
Bring the pain, bring the noise, get respect, cash the check
Everything be cool till they try to get what I get
Fire hot, platinum plaque, matching chains with the watch
Let me see you haters bring any plaques back to the spot
Bring it on nigga, bring it on nigga
Don't forget to bring them tones nigga, bring them tones nigga
Hope you peeped by pulling triggers
Cause figures I hang with do
Thugs in HCP don't carry a gun, nigga we carrying two
Wanna-be's, never-be's, no bodies, you asking me
Just a bunch of niggas that wanna claim that low-down dirty three
Pop you bitches in the back, give your mamas heart attacks
From this day forth I declare war
I hope you niggas ready for that
I represent North Memphis, where your cars'll be stolen
Young niggas buck as hell, nuts on the swollen
Motherfuck the police, dope we be holding
Popping off some lead, empty clips, then reloading
Ghetto thug niggas out the hood, but we molding
Turn you out on weed, ecstasy and that blowing
Pulling robberies, jacking sprees, dollars folding
Murder first degree, fuck with me, I ain't going
Out here on these bricks making licks off of suckers
Armed to the teeth, you can die motherfucker
Try to get a piece is the slang we be using
Of the fucking Pyron twanks we be cruising
Violators dog, and your head gets a boosting
All fucking day, bodies stay on the news and
Hypnotise Minds on the rise for a come up
Strapped with them thangs, those who hate'll get fucked up
My HCP guerrillas making stains
Fracture skulls, exploding brains
To make it plain, we came to put a strain
Upon the game of lames
Mafia niggas plan a hit, weapons like Black Panther shit
Disintegrate your life and take your breath just like a cancer stick
I blast with no hesitance, no fingerprint evidence
My Mafia regiment will bomb on your residence
I'm T-Rock and I dwell in slums of the A, came to represent
But call me Mr. Washington cause I'm all about presidents