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[Hook: Lil Wyte] Yeah Ho, I can see you haters looking I really ain't a killer, but it ain't gonna take much pushing Yeah Ho, When I aim in your direction You better get to moving cause I'm clearing out your section Yeah Ho, I told em please don't make me do it I got that 40 on me shawty please don't make me shoot it Yeah Ho, I told em please don't make me do it I got that 40 on me shawty please don't make me shoot it [Verse 1: Lil Wyte] Yeah I know you see us when we walk in We hear your bitches talking That ho be all over my Facebook and Twitter fucking stalking You take up for that bitch And get your mothafucking ass kicked Them Wyte Music Head Hunters wrapped folks in plastic The 40s on me homie don't make me fucking shoot it Cause once I get to popping off, I might mothafucking loose it H.C.P. till I D.I.E. Yeah Ho I'm the underboss I run this shit in or outta town And from my view I don't see no loss [Hook] Letras de canciones[Verse 2: $hamrock] Yeah Ho, It's Young Irish I'm off the chain Yeah Ho, Wyte & Partee put me in the game Yeah Ho, I be on the stage with E & Ace Miscellaneous right beside me we ain't the ones you wanna try and ride on Yeah Ho, this that Wyte Music Select-O-Hits We getting money green and getting checks, we doing this Yeah Ho, the white rapper show got em going schizo Big boy on a track like this so many hits we pulling kick dough [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wyte] Yeah Yeaaaah It's me and $hamrock in this bitch Wyte Music is in this bitch Who woulda knew all this would come from listening to some Triple 6 I load guns, get ready for some Armageddon Once a month Paul always told me don't know when some shit might pop off So keep your gun, yeah It's dangerous in Memphis and we the most deadliest ones You can come in this bitch and try your luck But I'm telling you it won't be fun, bitch I run this, I claim this Legendary and famous Better get the fuck up out your section That is where I'm aiming, bitch From Letras Mania