Left'em Dead

Damn man a nigga pocket fucked up in this mother fucker Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! that's fucked up A nigga need to find out how we go get some Dead presdients or something man You know what I'm sayin a nigga Got to get straight around this mother fucker Niggas got that mutha fuckin shit, Don't wanna share it Niggas we know you tight, mutha fucker you need to share that shit Before a nigga break you off something (Crunchy blac: prophet mutha fuckin entertainment) You know what I'm saying, You know what I mean, a nigga go break you off You need to share that shit, Mother fuckers fucked up round here We go take care of that, something go have to get straight Or something go have to go mother fucking sour nigga! A mother fucker go have to handle ya mother fucking ass Nigga share that shit, A niggs know you on, A nigga know you tight You better take care of ya boys dog You know what I mean, A nigga go handle ya mutha fucking ass With the mother fucking seriousness! BITCH! It's crunchy blac, the demon child another mystery made Another stang, Boo set up another nigga in his grave I'm crunchy scopin out you niggas with that viper shit You thank I'm straight, bitch I ain't straight I'm out to get your shit My smiff-n-wession, teaches lessons for you hard head ho's To drop off you want feel pain at least it falls to his toes But if you got ya fuckin pistols and ya thank ya beat Nigga try ya luck and we'll see (Scan man[killa klan kaze]) It's a worldwide panic So watch the scanman, get his automatic Then get crazy like a crimnal beacause These niggas don't know nothing bout me When you stack ya wealth Keep that shit between ya self Cause these killas from the Prophet Posse Go use 2 niggas to make ya death Having a urge that can't be replaced Out of the leaves, seen all them trees Then I leave with ya cheese Now prepare for the world to turn over Cause Prophet Posse niggas just have tookin over! Chorus(project pat[killa klan kaze]) x2 Young g's looking out for a meal ticket Catch you slippin in ya shit and we will take it To a level that you ho's can not handle bitch 6 shots from the Glock left him dead Man I'm gettin tired of all you playa hatin bitches Playa hatin on this game, you see a nigga out to get cha You see I heard from ya ho's you was flodgin bout ya riches So I had to hit the klan tell we had to come and get cha So I told them I'll hit them back So I can go get some facts Scopin out this nigga shack Making sure that shit is fat Then I hit lil skinny pat Told em that, that shit was fat Then my nigga project said (Project pat: when we go get this bitch) Go to War crnchy and scan Drop them bodies off to the shore Trying to get buck with this click I'm insane in the brain Got me going after this? Wash the remains down to dry In your yard, after dark It's them niggas who like to rob You go vanish from this place Scan man dares to wipe there eyes So ya click is not to soon