Now it's a nigga all on the dick Of the six double six Mafia niggas pull them triggas Let him feel the lead It's a pimp type nigga But you don't understand me A Tec medallion on my rope A Tec ruger in my hang, g Shootin' on these suckers who got anna Because I won't produce them a track So I react by puttin' a bullet in they back These niggas got problems, let it be known, ho My .380'll solve 'em, like a psychiatrist And yo this nigga be jealous when they see how strong my pimpin' be Pick the ho one day, the next day she's workin' the street I got game for 'em because these busters so lame It ain't a thing man for me to work a bitch man I got money in my pocket from these hoes that I got Been about my busi-ness, peepin' inside my fat stack This Tec-9 makin' these motherfuckers panic Held in the hand by a psychopathic schizophrenic [Hook] [Lord Infamous] My name is Lord Infamous Chainsaw blades grind down to the gristle Stab you in your motherfucking face or hizzead with the chisel Pistols, knives, niggas lives ain't worth a nickel Slice, blind eyes, Antichrist with the sickle Scarecrow, demonic schizophrenic hell dweller Pieces of decomposed bodies they fill up the bloody drawers down in my cellar I need to quit drinking the liquor and chiefin' the blizzunts That's full of the reefer and we are the intoxicated suspects It may be all the reasons why I feel these niggas must bleed The evil seed, dead vultures in the trees Intense pain, black razors in the breeze Degrees, 600 Fahrenheit 66 Celsius Lord Infamous the Scarecrow Stab my pitchfork in your guts Don't hide just because Lucifer is coming He knows all your secrets, no escape so why you running? But you's a gangster motherfucker, prove that shit you sell My name is Lord Infamous fool and I sleep in hell [Hook] [Project Pat] I'm the one you don't fuck with so don't even try me A motherfucking soldier, you gon' have to kill me Kill me you bitch ass boy that's what I said A murderer, robber, I'll stab you in your head I'm realistic to the god damn bone You say you got a gang? Goddammit bring it on Cause niggas trip me out always trying to playin' that they hard Ridin' around the hood shootin' up a nigga's car A car ain't alive and a car ain't the nigga You sayin' I'mma die? Motherfucker pull the trigga I figured you's a ho when I first caught you slippin' Fool it's Project Pat and I'm game for a killin' Now thinkin' I'mma run, that's a stupid ass mistake You say you got a gun, I got a gun and I ain't fake I'll take all the time that it takes this ain't a try Cause when I catch your ass, lame nigga you gon' die http://song5.ru
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