Lyrics

[Intro - HMCP] Aw yeah Hypnotize Minds Yes sir, Lil Wyte featuring Juvenile, crash da motherfuckin club The remix And it's goin' down for you hoes Like this! [Verse 1 - Lil Wyte] Multiple mental scars, outlinin yo inside wit bars Grippin yo nina hard, bitch by blood and hater by heart When the fuck you gon start, recognizin life is a game And it's always the same, them dice you rollin ain't bout to change I'm snatchin yo chain, reimbursin you with some pain It's all on the man, in which direction he makes the same I ain't bout that fame, I'm bout the cheese that it's bout to bring So fuck yo whole name, with you my faith was lackin some things I'm startin all over with compositions sticky like douja And I thought I told ya, when I come through I'm crushin like boulders I'm hard to top, true there's plenty out there that's gon knock Whatever I drop, but even your beats can't touch what I got You wildin or not, if is so bring all your beef to the spot Hope you got ya Glock, I'm strapped with no hes-i-tence to pop So back yo words up, and keep on chokin out on that cock You like it or not, it's everlastin I ain't bout to stop [Hook: Lil Wyte - repeat 8X] We bout to crash da club Throw some chairs (*DJ Scratching*) Break - Break...Break - Break...Break Somethin [Verse 2 - Juvenile] [Wodie repeated on every 4th timing] Ayo, smoke somethin, choke somethin, get real nice We ain't gon fall on our face, but we gon be right Look, police ain't around when I do my dirt Because I map it all out and then I put in work You wit them freaks, I be in the streets Y'all be wearin them Bee's, I be wearin Ree's Runnin wit my Gs from the U-T-P This is where I'm gonna be until I D-I-E It's goin down from the East Bank to the West Bank Where niggas drank V.S.O.P. until they breath stank Bitch gotta say somethin errtime They never handle they buisness, but stayin in mine Seek and you will find a loaded up nine Pointed at ya cause it always stay on my mind Juvenile and Three 6 that's a one-of-a-kind Tweakin up ya golds nigga get ready to blind [Hook] [Verse 3 - Lil Wyte] I'm bout to crash da club, break da law Throw some chairs, crack yo jaw If it's killin season ain't no reason ain't no need to stall I'm the one put here to absorb all this energy and pain Non stop pop from the top of the clip in ya Glock, I still don't feel you man Cause of that crown and coke, and now I'm puffin a pound of dro When I'm on that level and wit my killas you'll be found on the floor I must confess I ain't bout shit, but if you think to cross me bitch You'll end up stankin, walk the plank and empty out your pockets bitch Break da law, break yo leg Crash da club and crack yo neck Wit these issues that I'm facin daily I should tote a tec Get respect that's no option, all the haters filled with toxin Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get to flossin Causin problems, dodgin bullets, soon as I corrupt the scene Leavin damage, makin havoc, reaction fuckin wit me Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame Lead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain [Hook]