F**kin' with the Best (feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)

When you fuck with us, lil' bitch, you fuckin' with the fuckin' best

When you fuck with us, lil' bitch, you fuckin' with the fuckin' best

When you fuck with us, bitch, fuck the rest you fuckin' with the best my

Hypnotize CAMP Posse, Posse

Let me see do you **** rob?

Let me see do you **** kill?

Let me see do you **** know how to get you a fuckin' mill?

Let me see do you **** know how to keep shit real?

If you faking the deal then you get your ass killed

Ain't no hating 'round here, ****, 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 bust, bitch

We put bodies in the back of our pickup, bitch

And drop 'em in the ditch

Bitch, eat these hollow tips and die fuckin' one through brain and rib cage

Once they come, simulate through your lungs, make sure dumb-dumbs don't die today

Dig these hoes, bury these foes, bitch, keep your nose up our my tray

Toss grenades, chopper spray, stay the fuck up out my way

Leave dem casket doors closed, nothing left but **** guts

Take a paper sack, don't be at the funeral throwing up

None of his remains but these things I left in his truck

Sincerely yours, Lord Infamous Scarecrow

You don't have to be no stranger violate, bitch, your life in danger

A trigger **** bitch that showing no pity full of anger

I said from the start, motherfucker, I warned you I got no love

It's straight from the heart when I fuck your body up with them slugs

Lil' chat, you know me, ho, I'm always seen in the streets

But you never gon' 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 hating

Yeah on the X we rolling, rolling

North Memphis pistols toting, toting

Baby bottles full of cert

With that ice we keep it frozen

Fills of **** on my hip

Maybe I might take a sip

When I'm in the studio

Envy, he might take a sip

Once of green we break it down

Kings of Memphis on the town

So you **** take that ink

Trying to stretch it with that brown

'Cause all I wanna know is can you smoke with me, smoke with me?

Chief on that weed, you smoking dope with me, dope with me

Bitch, this a real motherfucking clique

**** out here trading, flogging, faking on my profit shit

Tryna steal my name, tryna have my fame

Even wanna look like me

Plenty **** 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, ****, bring it on, ****, don't forget to

Bring them tones, ****, bring them tones, ****

Hope you be 'bout pulling triggers 'cause figures I hang will do

Thugs in HCP don't carry a gun, ****, we carrying two

Wannabe's, never be's, nobody's you asking me

Just a bunch of **** that wanna claim that low down dirty three

Pop you bitches in the back, give your mamas heart attacks

From this day forth I declare war, I hope you **** ready for that

I represent North Memphis where your cars will be stolen

Young **** buck as hell nuts on the swollen

Motherfuck the police, dope we be holding

Popping out some lead empty clips then reloading

Ghetto thug **** out the hood what we molding

Turn your outer weed ecstasy and that blowing

Pulling robberies, jacking sprees, dollars folding

Murder first degree, fuck with me, I ain't going

Out here on these bricks, making licks off of suckers

Armed to the T, you can die, motherfucker

Try to get a piece, it's the slang we be using

Of the fucking pie, riding tanks, we be cruising

Violators dome and your head get so woozy

All fucking day bodies stay on the newsy

Hypnotize minds on the rise for a come up

Strapped with them things, those who hate will get fucked up

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 **** plan a fit, weapons like black panther shit

Disintegrate your life and take your breath just like a cancer stick

I blast with no hesitation, no fingerprint evidence

My mafia regiment will bomb on your residents

I'm T Rock and I swell in slums of the AK to represent

But call me Mr. Washington 'cause I'm all about presidents