Me and You

Yea-yea Chuch ya'khamsayn Once again it's on baby, y'all know what time it is I know it'sa shame ya'khamsayn, You gatta actually killa a mothaf**ka out here Just ta let a nigga now you ain't playin' with him And you ain't bullshittin' - yea that's some knowledge fa y'all Na'...we gon' get y'all inta this new artist His new ass - Lil' Wyte, this boy raw... (8x - (DJ Paul) plays in the background) Get high to this shit - I'm high as a mothaf**ka (DJ Paul) Alotta rappers rap gangsta shit but they ain't did nothing DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen We done rolled down on niggaz, we done let them gats burst We done seen niggaz blood leak clean through they shirt I ain't lying too ya boys when I said that cha'll get did Man I keep me some hungry niggaz ready ta spit the wig Of a fake solid nigga, hoes lying in they wraps 'Cause they never shot guns and they never had ta scrap (Juicy J) He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck Made his body cold left from red and wet Body curved up like a cornrow Police on the set, I'm a vet from the North - North Pack a rusty tec in the Lex' plus a sawed-off Hard makin' money when you watching for the ro-bbe-rers Narcotics and these hoodrats - nut go-ba-lers They'd take a shot at 'cha, put you in tha hospita' Leave you left fa dead, and they tell ya I'ma halla at ya (Crunchy Blac) Here I go again, try'na keep my mothaf**kin' ass thin Niggaz halla friends, but they fake friends I'ma nigga halla "mothaf**k friends" Torn up in my mothaf**kin' right hand I'ma 'bouta go and f**kin' rob a man Just so I can keep my f**kin' family fed F**k what'cha heard this is what I said Bust out some shots at ya f**kin' head (LaChat) I'ma meet you pockin' bitches, whoppin' niggaz wit' my pistol In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out makin' missles This is war when you f**kin' wit' LaChat - bitch y'aint know Get 'cho posee out be'cause we comin' 20 deep hoe Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you f**ked up Hoe this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up I'ont give a f**k who you is, who you in too You wont touch a bitch, ha who me bitch - but I'll kill you (Frayser Boy) A crooked as a barrell of snakes F**k with the real not fake I represent the Bay - so ain't no need ta hate I'm counting tones and spray I'll blow your crean away This HCP don't play - won't see anotha day Y'kno we Hyp-notize, can see it in your eyes This Frayser Boy - no lie Inhalin' dro - so fine Y'kno we toppin' a poun' And still we stompin' your smile No need ta copy our styles What chain't been popped in a while (Lil' Wyte) No more f**kin' around by now I'm fed up I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up 'Cause when you f**k wit' this camp - let's say you messed up They told you in the beginning - don't try ta test us The day Lil' Wyte hooked up with the 6 - the shit was all she wrote Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat This shit be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga Adding some Pippen ta bitches get at me weaker than water This is the start of a problem thats lackin' a solution You graduated with honors - ta sell out institution And this for all the rappers that got kicked up out this camp I stole your plate when back fa seconds - +How U Luvin' That?+ This is my mothaf**kin' posee song - Wheres Jerome? Instead of gettin' up out yo shit - you stayed ya ass at home Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it hurt If they knew bitchin' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya Bitch doubt me now (8x - (DJ Paul))