Where da Killaz Hang

[Hook]

I represent, where them killers hang

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]

The ganja I'm choking, the laws'll get broken

The pussies are open, the killers is scoping

The pistol is smoking, it's bloodily soaking

The Scarecrow, the sicker, the Snizote I'm locing

We up in the attic, my victim in panic

They try to get frantic, got blowed off the planet

They don't understand it, soldiers can't stand it

That's 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 itching, gotta have it

Niggas want to approach Lord Infamous

But I am loco I will blow, your head off your shoulders

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

Mister murderer robbers, niggas with some charges

You fake mothafuckas, we gonna finish what you started

Your heart is a nickle sack, bitch you best to have a gat

Smoke a nigga with that trigga, Memphis nigga Project Pat

I'm down like the Kami Kaze soldier on a killing spree

Once we get into it dog, you gon' have to murder me

Who I be, I'm hiding in the bushes laying, push us

To the ground, ghetto clown, off your blood you shall drown

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]

To be or not to be, now the Koopsta's off the streets

Only real G's close to me is my celly

Jealous ass folks, tryna take me as a joke

But this pimp shit bitch can't go, I ti-zook all of you hoes

Loading up my mind, daily fucking my patience

Running from my visitations, just the cool fool can ya face me

Claim to be my friend, when ya taking a second look

I guess it's on then big bizness bitch, no money on my book

Mane, this shit is hectic, so I'm calling up to God

Me and my charge partner, Booga, he's a rapper down with bars

Party Cell 17's where I dwell

Stale pastry on my shelf, I'm feeling as if I'm in hell

Yeah, soon I'll be bailed, bailed well, living swell

Triple platinum with the Phantom, deja vu, fuck when I left

Oh, me isn't this a binitch, please excuse me for my French

But you writing all these lyrics, if ya hear me then ya feel me

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Crunchy Black]

In the hood where I dwell and I dwell real well

For you playa hating ass bitches

Mane you might as well burn in hell

When you smell the aroma from them blunts

When I hit corners

Don't you duck, don't you dodge, cause it's only gonna be

Murder-murder on my mind, leaving blank in the pass

When you drop that fucking glass, mane I bet ya I kill your ass

Nigga pop with the Glock in a pine fucking box

Don't you try to call the fucking cop

Cause a nigga ain't gon' stop

[Verse 5: Project Pat]

Shooting, capping, jack and chill

Letting you so calleds know the deal

Hollow tips yo ass gonna feel, roll your dice bitch and you real

Fucking with the click, the crew, the clan, you gon' recognize

G's swanging out their trees, have you stanking with the flies

Cries coming up out your mouth, but they muffled by the tone

When I pull the trigga back, you enter the enternal zone

Southside killers, always staying strapped with them thangs

Project Pat, Memphis, Tennessee, where them killers hang

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