Wona Get Some, I Got Some

[Intro: DJ Paul]

Yeah HC mutha fuckin P nigga

Hypnotized mutha fuckin Mindz bitch

For you mutha fuckin rinky dink records up out there

Ya'll know who ya'll is, there's a bunch of you mutha fucka's

DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass niggas

T-Rock rock that shit fo these candy ass bitches

[Verse 1: T-Rock]

My house of representatives, be A town assassins

That'll cause a riot in any shape, form, or fashion

Run up in your grill, when attention who we blastin'

Now, woo now we presidential figures you was flashin'

We some alcoholic niggas, we cause depression'

A-tech in this mobb, niggas mashin' for cashin'

Amazed what we see the crooked police harassin'

All because we makin' cheddar, other clicks are lackin'

Down for the cause, when you haters wanna brawl

Got my back against the wall, Hypnotized Camp I call

We some treal figgas', drug heal niggas, makin' skrill' quicker

Livin' in the world where it's hard not to kill niggas

Enemies is layin', unless they hold in tight them brain cells

Sacrificing in every chick that they can make, because of fame, mama

Clean till I'm gone, like I'm ridin on the chrome

Shakin' all the playa haters, soking knowledge in my dome

[Chorus: DJ Paul]

Lil' ass boy, you're gonna hear this and feel me

Smilin' in my face, but you really wanna kill me

And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some

And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some

Lil' ass boy, you're gonna hear this and feel me

Smilin' in my face, but you really wanna kill me

And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some

And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some

[Break: DJ Paul]

Ohhwee it's gettin' hot up in here

You mutha fucka's learned some technique yet nigga

I start this shit...changed the beat up

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]

Get back up nigga here come Lord, your fuckin' nemesis

Back on the premises, remember what I left on bitch

You hoes can't take me, you can't fake me

You can't make me, you can't break me

Always shady, and I leave yo weakass forehead split

I got no fears and no pain in my veins, mayne

I've been insane, come and play in the black rain

You wanna step up to the mayn, well, put yourself in danger

I'm like a ranger from the west, and I'm possessed with anger

I hear the rumors from consumers, and this shit is funny

The niggas talkin' shit, it's niggas who ain't got no money

They make a sale off fuck a grip they askin never again

They make a sack a stick to bitch, they askin never stick

They make a sack to spit this gangsta shit they'll never spit

So walk up faking, feel the shackin', drown in fuckin' piss

Trick yo' gossip drip like faucets so I let you leak

Lord is elitein' now I beat you like a hoggy beat

[Chorus: DJ Paul]

Lil' ass boy, you're gonna hear this and feel me

Smilin' in my face, but you really wanna kill me

And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some

And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some

Lil' ass boy, you're gonna hear this and feel me

Smilin' in my face, but you really wanna kill me

And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some

And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]

Mayne, you bitches got problems, let it be known

Hoe this .40 gonna solve 'em, when it be on

Hoe you fuckin' 'round with grown men, that Hypnotized Camp

HCP, we got that pump, cut up your fuckin' neck

Man, I'm glad these niggas gone the fuck up out the Posse Songs

Now I'm smilin' ear to ear, ridin' on chrome

Singin': "No new niggas in our click"

We thick, we rich, we glist, we've been down for years

[Verse 4: Juicy J]

I done been up on your corner, I done smoked up all they weed

I done hold down with your killas, I done corner them for there g's

Niggas talkin' bout yo ass, say you ain't nuthin but a bitch

Say you always claimin killa, but for real you suckin' dick

Yeah, it's funny how it is to see a nigga in a thong

Get them Glocks with the pop, you're gonna break yo ass and run

I ain't fuckin' wit yo kind, and I ain't got no point to prove

Let yo legs move be a mutha fuckin best move, bitch

[Chorus: DJ Paul]

Lil' ass boy, you're gonna hear this and feel me

Smilin' in my face, but you really wanna kill me

And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some

And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some

Lil' ass boy, you're gonna hear this and feel me

Smilin' in my face, but you really wanna kill me

And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some

And if one of you niggas, wanna get some, I got some