Fuckin Wit the Best

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] HCP Hypnotize Camp Posse, bitch, and it's still on hoe [Chorus] North, north, north, north, north mafia North, north, north, north, north mafia When you fuck with us, well bitch, you fuckin' with the fuckin' best When you fuck with us, well bitch, you fuckin' with the fuckin' best When you fuck with us, bitch, fuck the rest you fuckin' with the best My Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Posse [Verse 1: Crunchy Blac] Let me see do you niggas rob, let me see do you niggas kill Let me see do you niggas know how to get you a fuckin mill Let me see do you niggas know how to keep shit real If you faking the deal then you get your ass killed Ain't no hating round here nigga we 'bout our business All we trying to get is paper and we ain't even witness You talk a whole bunch of shit, get your head bussed bitch We put bodies in the back of of our pickup bitch and droppin' 'em in a ditch [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Bitch, eat these hollow tips and die fuckin' one through brain and rib cage Once they come simulate through your lungs make sure dum-dums don't die today Dig these hoes, bury these foes, bitch, keep your nose up out my tray Toss grenades, chopper spray, stay the fuck up out my way Leave them casket doors closed nuthin' left but nigga guts Take a paper sac don't be at the funeral throwing up None of his remains but these thangs I left in his truck Sincerely yours Lord Infamous Scarecrow [Verse 3: La Chat] Don't have to be no stranger violate bitch your life in danger A trigga nigga bitch that showin' no pity full of anger I said from the start mothafucka I warned you, I got no love It's straight from the heart when I fuck your body up with them slugs La Chat you know me hoe, I'm always seen in the streets But you never gonna try to talk to me wishing, 'cause you bitches too weak If you fuck with me it'll be your life a simple chance that you takin' Clicked up with the Hypnotize Camp of life so all you bitches quit hatin' [Verse 4: Juicy J] Yeah, on that X we rollin', rollin', north Memphis pistols totin', totin' Baby bottles full of syrup with that ice we keep it frozen Fills of nigga on my hip, baby, I might take a sip When I'm in the studio, envy he might take a slip Ounce of green, we break it down, kings of Memphis on the town So, you niggas take that ink, trying to stretch it with that frown [Interlude: Crunchy Blac] 'Cause all I wanna know is can you smoke with me smoke with me Chief on that weed you smokin' dope with me dope with me [Verse 5: DJ Paul] Bitch this a real mothafuckin' click Niggas out here traytin', flodgin', fakin' on my profit shit Trying to steal my name trying to have my fame even wanna look like me Plenty niggas join the game but only the real break the meat Bring the pain, bring the noise, get respect, cash the check Everything be cool till they try to get what I get Fire hot platinum plaque, matching chains with the watch Let me see you haters bring any plaques back to the spot Bring it on nigga bring it on Don't forget to bring them tones, nigga, bring them tones Nigga hope you be 'bout pullin' triggas, 'cause figgas I hang with to Thugs in HCP don't carry a gun nigga we carryin' two Wanna be's never be's nobody's you asking me Just a bunch of niggas that wanna claim that low-down dirty three Pop you bitches in the back, give your mamma's heart attacks From this day forth I declare war I hope you niggas ready for that (okay) [Verse 6: Project Pat] I represent North Memphis where your cars will be stolen Young niggas buck as hell, nuts will get swollen Mothafuck the police, dope we be holdin' Poppin out some lead empty clips then reloadin' Ghetto thug niggas out the hood what we moldin' Turn ya outer weed ecstasy and that blowin' Pullin robberies, jacking sprees, dollars foldin' Murder first degree, fuck with me I ain't goin' Out here on these bricks making licks off of suckas Armed to the teeth, you can die mothafucka Trying to get a piece it's the slang we be using Of the fuckin pie riding twanks we be cruisin' Violators dome and your head get so woozy All fuckin' day bodies stay on the newsy Hypnotize Minds on a rise for a come up Strapped wit' them thangs those who hate will get fucked up [Verse 7: T-Rock] My HCP gorillas making stains fractured skulls exploding brains To make it tame we came to put a strain of running game of lames Mafia niggas plan a fit, weapons like black panther shit Decinegrate your life and take your breath just like a cancer stick I blast with no hesitance, no fingerprint evidence My mafia regiment will bomb on your residents I'm T-Rock and I dwell in slums of the ak to represent But call me Mr. Washington, 'cause I'm all about presidents