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[Chorus x4] I said where dem bitches hang Where dem bitches hang We got dem thangs We out the frame, fuck em' off [Juicy J] I know a lot of Memphis rappers, glad my brother went to jail They can put their cd out, and see if that wack ass shit gonna sell Mane I hope you haters knew this Hypnotize ain't gonna stop If you wanna go to war, bring your group, bring your glock We ain't scared of no bitches and we ain't barrin' you niggas All you cowards wanna roll, you gonna feel these triggas Boy, I bet you cocksuckas wanna be Juicy But you gotta play catch up my nig, it ain't easy [D.J. Paul] I said I'm a killer by nature my nigga Killer by my blood, killer by religion Most of my niggas nice with the trigga Hits so hard with slugs left him in the river Get her, I ain't did her cause I deliver a hitter From my steela to your liver, I left his back sowed wide open A rapper shouldn't have let his mouth open [Chorus x4] Letras de canciones [Fiend] Gun toter, drug run go'er Cut these niggas necks like lawnmower With shawty tight cause you can't go to the prom for her It's survivest and the quitters waiting to dawn for ya Before you yawn they'll be mourning for ya Coroners, I ring alarms and fire arms extend, I'm warring Can't repent the bullet rain when it get to pouring Poppin' at my lil cuz'll see we ain't ignoring One doesn't wanna dash, foot down touchin flooring For some layed at, ain't gotta be payback New grip on my pistol, and I might just wanna spray that Say black, don't we war for reason Child go brawlin' up treason Solve it all, when they spoil and they breathing Would've of did it at the club But stupid went to his clubhouse Snubbed him out, vided out, Lil Pimp his drug house Got three pounds of different bud's a route Sounds like he knows what thugs about, if ever a doubt [Chorus x4] [Juicy J] We scopin' out this boy, now we're trailing him from his job Mane don't lose that fool, I wanna shoot him in the heart I heard the boy be packing, seen him reaching for his rod His face was turning red, I thought he went into a shock I bucked a couple times, I heard the shot up from the glass He swerve from left to right, but I was bumper on his ass The boy was riding rover, so his motor kinda fast He shot back once, I slowed my roll and then he start to mash [D.J. Paul] Now I done let you hoes play too long I got no problem with these rappers But me and these ceo's bout to get it on You bitches better get your business right While you all off, beat sound stupid on the fucking mic And nigga build you an power from scratch on the top Instead of riding on people other niggas made hot You niggas wanted it on that's what you got But you could believe Hypnotize gonna blow the spot bitch [Chorus x4] From Letras Mania