Left’em Dead

Lyrics

[Intro: Crunchy Black & DJ Paul] Damn man a nigga pocket fucked up in this mother fucker Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! that's fucked up A nigga need to find out how we go get some Dead presidents or something man You know what I'm sayin a nigga Got to get straight around this mother fucker Niggas got that mutha fuckin shit, don't wanna share it Niggas we know you tight, mutha fucker you need to share that shit Before a nigga break you off something (Prophet mutha fuckin Entertainment) You know what I'm saying, You know what I mean, a nigga go break you off You need to share that shit, Motherfuckers fucked up round here We go take care of that, something go have to get straight Or something go have to go mother fucking sour nigga! You know what I mean A mother fucker go have to handle ya mother fucking ass Nigga share that shit, A niggs know you on, A nigga know you tight You better take care of ya boys dog You know what I mean, A nigga go handle ya mutha fucking ass With the mother fucking seriousness! BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!! [Verse 1: Crunchy Black] It's Crunchy Black the demon child, another mystery made Another stang, Boo set it up, another nigga in his grave I'm constantly scopin' out you niggas with that rival shit You think I'm straight, bitch? I ain't straight, I'm out to get your shit! My Smith & Wesson teaches lessons for you hard head ho's To drop it off, you won't feel pain unless you don't do as told But if you got ya fuckin' pistols and ya think you can beat The Three 6 Mafia, nigga try ya luck and we'll see [Verse 2: Scan Man] It's a worldwide panic, so watch the Scan Man get his automatic Then get crazy like a criminal cause these niggas don't know nuthin' 'bout me Watch ya self when you stackin' wealth, keep that shit deep to ya self Cause these killas from the Prophet Posse gon' lead you niggas straight to yo death Cause we crazed with the rage, having a urge that can't be replaced I'm talkin' 'bout leaves and them trees, then I walk with all yo cheese Now prepare for the world to turn over Cause them Prophet Posse niggas just have tooken over [Hook: Project Pat] Young G's looking out for a meal ticket Catch you slippin in ya shit and we will take it To a level that you hoes cannot handle bitch Six shots from the Glock, left 'em dead Young G's looking out for a meal ticket Catch you slippin in ya shit and we will take it To a level that you hoes cannot handle bitch Six shots from the Glock, left 'em dead [Verse 3: Crunchy Black & Project Pat] Man I'm gettin tired of all you playa hatin bitches Playa hatin on this game, you see a nigga out to getcha You see I heard through ya ho's you was flodgin bout ya riches So I had to hit the Klan and tell 'em we had to come and getcha So I told them I'll hit them back So I can go get some facts Scopin' out that nigga shack Making sure that shit is fat Then I hit Lil Scan and Pat Told em that that shit was fat Then my nigga Project said: "When we go get this bitch?" [Verse 4: Scan Man] Go to war Crunchy and Scan drop them bodies off to the shore There's no more enemy freaks Trying to get buck with this click I'm insane in the brain Got me throwing bodies off the train Acid rain from the sky Wash the remains down the drain In your yard, after dark It's them niggas who like to rob In ya face with no trace You go vanish from this place Loved one's cry cause you die Scan Man's there to wipe they eyes Lullabyes [?] tomb, so ya click is [?] soon [Hook: Project Pat] Young G's looking out for a meal ticket Catch you slippin in ya shit and we will take it To a level that you hoes cannot handle bitch Six shots from the Glock, left 'em dead Young G's looking out for a meal ticket Catch you slippin in ya shit and we will take it To a level that you hoes cannot handle bitch Six shots from the Glock, left 'em dead Young G's looking out for a meal ticket Catch you slippin in ya shit and we will take it To a level that you hoes cannot handle bitch Six shots from the Glock, left 'em dead Young G's looking out for a meal ticket Catch you slippin in ya shit and we will take it To a level that you hoes cannot handle bitch Six shots from the Glock, left 'em dead