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[lil&#39; wyte]
...ah yeah hypnotize minds, wassup lil&#39; wyte featuring juvenile
crash the mothafuckin&#39; club, the remix - and its goin&#39; down for you hoes
like memphis scares, outlining your insides wit&#39; bars
grippin&#39; your nina hard, bitch my blood inha-led by heart
when the fuck you gon&#39; start, recognize that life is a game
and it&#39;s always the same, them dice you rolling ain&#39;t &#39;bouta change
i&#39;m snatchin&#39; your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
it&#39;s all over mane, in which direction he makes a zane
i ain&#39;t &#39;bout that fame, i&#39;m &#39;bout the cheese, and this &#39;bouta bring
so fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
i&#39;m starting all over with composition sticky like doja
and i thought i told ya when i come through i&#39;m crushing like boulders
i&#39;m hard ta top, shoot at plenty i bet it&#39;s gon&#39; knock it - whatever i drop
but even your beef can&#39;t touch what i got
you wildin&#39; or not, if is so bring all your beef ta the spot
hope you got your glock, i&#39;m strapped with no hesi-tant ta pop
so back your words up, and keep on choking out on that cock
you like it or not, its everlasting - ain&#39;t &#39;bouta stop
[hook: lil&#39; wyte - repeat 8x]
we &#39;bouta crash da club - throw some chairs
[dj scratching] break - - something
[juvenile]
aiyo smoke something, choke something, get real nice
we ain&#39;t gon, fall on our face - but we gon&#39; be right
look, police ain&#39;t around when i do my dirt
becuz i map it all loud and then i put in work
you with them freaks - i be in the streets
y&#39;all be wearing them bee&#39;s - i be wearing ree&#39;s
running wit&#39; my g&#39;s from the u-t-p
this is where i&#39;m gonna be until i d-i-e
wodie, it&#39;s goin&#39; down from the easy bay ta the west bay
where niggaz drank until they breath stank
bitch gatta say something, err&#39; time
they never handle they buisness, but staying in line
seeking you will find, the loaded up .9
wanted at &#39;cha cuz it of fa&#39; stealin&#39; my mind
juvenile and three-6 thats a-one-of-a-kind
tooken up yo golds - nigga get ready ta blind
[hook]
[lil&#39; wyte]
i&#39;m &#39;bouta crash da club, break the law
throw some chairs, crack your jaw
if it&#39;s killing season - ain&#39;t no reason - ain&#39;t no need ta stale
i&#39;m the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain
non-stop-pop-from-the-top-of-the-clip-in-ya-glock, i still don&#39;t feel you mane
cause of that, ground the coke and now i&#39;m puffin&#39; a pound of dro
when i&#39;m on that level and wit&#39; my killaz you will be found on the flo&#39;
i must confes, i ain&#39;t &#39;bout shit, but if you think ta cross me bitch
you&#39;ll end up stanky - walk the planky - and empty out your pockets bitch
break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck
wit&#39; these issues that i&#39;m facing - daily i should tote a tec
get respect, that&#39;s no option, all the haters filled with toxin&#39;
walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get ta flossin&#39;
causing problem - dodging bullets - soon as i corrupt the scene
leaving damage - making havoc reaction fuckin&#39; with me
chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame
lead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain
[hook]

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