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[DJ Paul]Yeah, H.C.P. Defeat does not exist in this CampDo you hear me it`s goin downYhe niggaz who`s sellin for realYa boys hurtin out there manI see your sound scans we killin you babyAnd we gon keep bringing this painand this motherfuckin bump in your motherfuckin speakers[DJ Paul]See I`m the number one killa for these bitch ass niggazGot guns got rope for a bitch ass niggaPlastic bags, duck tape for a bitch ass niggaStolen cars, sellin hoes for a bitch ass niggaS K`s, double clips for a bitch ass nigga40 cal. on the hip for a bitch ass niggaRidin Benz`s shootin at you old bitch ass niggaHypnotize we allergic to a bitch ass niggaNiggaz wanna talk shit you a kid to meI`ll fuck you up, real dog, its some killas with meIn the end you won`t see me, just wait for my callsIll ride by shoot your momma`s house up and allAnd leave a motherfucker bleedin on the carpetWalk right up to your bedroom window and don`t stop itNigga you started, I won`t when I brought you backMomma dead in the Lexus, when you look back[Crunchy Black]Hold up my niggaThis is danger you is facingIma crank the fuckin chain sawAnd cut you like JasonAint wastin no timeIma go on head and let my smith and wessonGone shine my nigga, yall be hatinAint no hatin on me dogIma leave you layin in the motherfuckin street dogNow catch this heat yall, lock it and release yallI`m just tryin to keep some mutherfuckin peace dogYall Testin me[Juicy J]People always asking bout Project PatDid he get ten years, or did he time go flatWell ima tell you like this, its a baller battleTry to prosecute a nigga, probably taller than ShaqMe and my brother been down, since the days a rapHangin out Cypress Garden tryin to sell the crackCan`t no money or no bitch can relate to thatThrought he good and the bad ima have his backSo ima tell you young niggaz in the streets todayThat be standing on the block, smoke chokin that hayThe Police, Prosecutors are the enemiesDont get caught up in that cross yo decsion you makeIf I could turn back the hands of time, I wouldAnd tell my big brother the gun ain`t no goodHe got one strike a felon, thats good?[Lord Infamous]Its the heavyweight Champion chip of rapI hope you did all your sit ups and ran your lapsCause I`m ready for the whole damn ten round boutThrow a jab left, up, right, to the mapAnd I don`t think your boys gonna help you this timeCause you done fucked around with the roll down kindGot get a bump and grind gotta bump me the pineGotta nine to your spine, yo I gotta get mineWith that in mind, yo for what I am highly trainedInsane mane, and I gotta very good aimSo bring yo bandaids and your pain killersWe foe killer, type of niggazBest believe we keepin you injuredEven worse then you in picturesSo get buck if you really think you want toBest believe Lord is gonna come back and haunt you[Lil Wyte]Calls it quits when you talk cause you spoke my nameGotta switch when you walk, lookin like you a dameLil Wyte, yeah I rocked it when I entered the gameCause Ima hussler on my bumpin for my fortune and fameAnd its a blessin, not a question, being part of this CampLearn a lessin from this blessin you can`t fuck with this Fam`Youll come up missin when you glisten your lil wrist I`m not dissinUntil the center of attention, and your momma you listeninAnd I`m the one bringing thunder to this sky you wonderFuck around wit a mugger and Ill then make you wonderWhat happened to this little craker it was just marijuanaHis shoes just got a little bigger, I just gonna warn youThat he was creepin from the slab, where the gat is packedPull a Cop killer bullets that`ll pierce your backI tried to save your soul and plus state the factsBut still bitch made motherfucker`s get laid flat[Frayser Boy]Muthafucker cock sucker you don`t want none of thisBitch pull a trigger tell a nigga fuckin wit this shitHCP best believe, bring the motherfuckin painClickin on you, hittin on you, we ain`t playin no gamesFuck you off, we the boss, got the city on lockGlock my side, time of ride, Got the sawed bitch cockedWit a nigga makin moves, in this fuckin rap shitTrigger pull it, get a bullet, cause you know I`m strapped bitchKnow a bunch of niggaz some real, some fake, some hate, Some trakeSo I get them bitches out the wayDont you test, be my guess, We gone bust the stealNigga one less, shoot less, tone to the head feelNigga what you wanna do dogBring the shit to the fanEvery stressin, got you goin down like quick sandFrayser Boy, Rep of course, find me in the fuckin BaySlangin work, doin dirt, quickin wit the AKPass the gat and lets rideLord is in your house best go hideCrunchy gon smack you cross the head wit the ToneJuicy the type nigga you best leave lonePaul ain`t gone talk at all he gon blastFuckin wit this click you bitch you won`t lastMuch love to my nigga Pat and thats realLil Wyte reppin Bay with me don`t get killed

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