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Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

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[DJ Paul:]
Yeah you muthafuckin` hoes
Y`all know the muthafuckin` dead Hypnotize Camp and Profit Posse in this
muthafucka
Get one of these gold plaques on the wall before you talk some old
muthafuckin` shit
Bitch, it`s whatever nigga
We in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9`s to your head ho
(Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya)

[Juicy J:]
Glock 9`s, Tech 9`s, any kinda gun bitch
Evergreen gats have got these cowards on the run bitch
Kill `em like they convicts
Know they hear them guns click
Doped up like a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin` same block
With a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 o`clock clock nigga like to slang cuz I be hustlin` weight and
We gon` put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatin`

[Lord Infamous:]
I`ma be every fuckin` piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I`ma break every fuckin` bitch, fatalities that I can bring
I`ma millie my pillie but killie, killin` everything that I wanna kill
You weak ass niggaz don`t want Lord Infamous from South Parkway to get ill
Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, with the guns you
bitches y`all
best get steel
Scarecrow, Club House, yes it gets ill
So, all y`all listen closely don`t you ever forget
Y`all wouldn`t, Y`all never be shit with out us bitch
Don`t forget

[Cruchy Black:]
Killin` ain`t shit
Bitches ain`t shit
Niggaz ain`t shit
Bodies in a ditch
How many niggaz done talked that shit
About the Project fuckin` Pat, Thug Posse ya bitch
Niggaz gon` talk, bitches gon` start
Muthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a trunk
All I want is cash
Muthafuckaz have
Get down on your knees
Gimme all your cash

[ScanMan:]
Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch your back
Cause still we chillin` with Pat
Straped with them gats
Be ready to attack
All you hatin` ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk what`s up
You better come up real with your muthatfuckin` shit, cause boy, it`s gonna
get rough
Situation`s gone bad, for you niggaz claimin` killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin` drillin` holes inside your liver
How you figure, I was gon` let you talk that shit and peep these streets
Sayin` "That ScanMan boy`s a bitch" know watch them throw lights out in my
head

[DJ Paul:]
Killin`, buckin`, buckin up in Gunfire
Bullets rickin` off the walls, nigga this is Warfare
Suckaz claimin` they got nuts
You don`t know these elephants
Specialize in takin` notes
Specialize in nappy hoes
Niggaz this is serious, I can`t play no games no more
Niggaz actin` curious, but I think they know the score
Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show what click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain`, in this game

[MC Mack:]
Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin` the wig split
It`s MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin`, jackin`, Cracker Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, come a gat back now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don`t you give a fuck about another nigga
if he`s speakin` use your counter attack
Rollin` like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crump,
you ain`t no busta
Ain`t no love lost off in my heart, there`s no place colder
Won`t you come a little closer nigga, you won`t be rollin` our

[T-Rock:]
Socialists up actin` miss servin` sevens
Have `em in jail suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries civil
Homies swithin`, actin` fickle
But if you fuck with family ties, we leave you triple
That nigga there know his gun a missle, Lord don`t flash on him, only man
ain`t chival
Erasin` ample businesses all in the name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocks
Bangin` the hit stops, it won`t be over, `til your heat pops
Away from the gravity, stand and point your a Tech and see him drop

[Gangsta Boo:]
Yeah I know, I know
Down, down, baby goin` down, down
Sweet dreams baby, Rock-a-bye baby
Niggaz wanna run up, we be flexin` the Tech and
Be pointed at ya we comin`, and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet ya
You wanna hit `em, but nigga you an`t forget `em, forget `em
Because you sorry, and sorry ain`t nothin` but venom
I know bitches out there lovin` me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin` me
Fuckin` me ain`t the story gon` fuck you up more than me

[DJ Paul:]
It`s whatever, whatever ho
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[Project Pat:]
Alot of gunfire, bustin` on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin` in your hood and let the muthafuckin` bullets toss
Tossin` me a berries pack, now I`m tossin` you some dramma
Ridin` with my congregation, and we smokin` on marijuana
If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to bust
Caught that niggaz slippin` at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery, blowin` on greenery
Know I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It`s the weak, told to tell `em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell `em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin` deep, hittin` like a train
Kiss the floor, don`t be lookin` dumb cause I don`t explain
I maintain, killaz catchin` drinks, Project cathin` cappers
Shootin` at your muthafuckin` lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y`all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don`t want none

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