Lil Wyte

We Some north side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some south side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some east side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some west side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some north side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some south side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some east side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some west side niggaz and we runnin this shit

[DJ Paul]
I'm from that Memphis 10 Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that ATL hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that DC Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from That Clevland Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that nashville Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Jackson 10 Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Shi Town Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Richland VA
Who gives a f**k where you from
Now you don't want no drama boy cause we the drama kings
And you don't want no anna boy cause we the anna kings
Dont even talk about guns cause we quick to sling
And when it comes to beef boy we some burger kings
Catch you with the small 22. that I had in my bouge
Had that other hand had pulled first
but you was scared to shoot
Three 6 Mafia for 12 years
We've been getting it crunk
The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck

[Lil Wyte]
I'm from the bay I thrown them bows
Who gives a f**k where you from
F**k you to I be the motherf**ker totin the gun
With automatic triggers Chrome handles
Red lights to keep you sighted My shit on the rising
I'm combining platinum with some diamonds
Keep the room rotating like spinners
to get you out your seat
sensation or vibration as soon as you hear the f**kin beat
Its the ones you love to hate same ones you intimidate
bring it to the f**kin floor I might respect your f**king state [bitch]

I'm from that Birmingham Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Corpres Cristy Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Miami Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Harlem Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Brooklin Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that BX Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Queens Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Statin Island Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
Raise Your Thugs Up

[Juicy J]
North North Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia Runnin thangs drankin with the drama king
Swingin from the left to the right on that purple lean
If you got a choppa in your hand than pop that
Rob on these cowards tell them D-Boys to drop that
Show up at your house disrespecting like a f**king trick
Go and get your hood little scary we can handle this
Like I told you boys juicy j is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound

[Frayser Boy]
I'm rolling with the Three 6 let em peep this
Make the heat spit Leave em speechless
You don't won't no beef trick
If its ana that you want ana what you get
Frayser Boy catch me in that bay and don't you forget
Reppin where you comming from
Make you duck and run
Heckteck when them bullits come
They miss you then you lucky son
All I do is Raise our thug
Know we gon be click tight
Aint no understandin when we come
Best to get right boy

I'm from that Dallas Tx Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Bay Area
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Denver Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Oklahoma City
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Albsany Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Gary Indiana
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Indianapolis Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Milwalkee Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from

[Cruncky Black]
I deep in in I represent It [east side hoe]
For yall hataz that hate to get with me
Yal dont want ot go to war now
Yall dont want to go against hypnotize now
We been taking care of our f**king buisness
So your hoes might as well get wicked
If you want to swing them thangs then hit me
Got them hypnotize soldiers with me

[Lord Infamas]
In case you havent heard we won the championship
And if you say three six aint it you will get smacked in the lip
Now don't nothin stop Infamous from getting stoned
For the rest of the days I take this dro to the dome
Know that your jumpin all around if your bumping this
World domination couse when the smoke clears
The Unbreakables will come to hit you in yo ear [in yo ear]

I'm from that Missassippi Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Carlina Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Michigan Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Caltimore Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Kentucky Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Minnesota Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that California Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Arizona Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that St Luis Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Orlando
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Lil Rock Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that New Orleans Hoe
Who gives a f**k where you from
I'm from that Houston Bitch
Who gives a f**k where you from

(feat. Three 6 Mafia)

(DJ Paul:)
Yo, Right now we gonna dedicate this to all our soldiers,
Over there fightin for us,
You know what I'm sayin,
For all our fallen soldiers,
And all our ones that still runs with they guns,
In the field you know what I'm sayin?
This dedicated to ya'll man,
Hold it down,
U.S. mother fuckin A,

(Chorus:)
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Yeah
I'm tryina told ya boy
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Yeah
I'm tryina told ya boy

(Verse 1-DJ Paul:)
Now as I run through tha trees with my infiltry
I got my M16 and my artilary
I got my full blooded soldiers in tha back of me
And a bullet proof vest and I'm hopin I don't have to see
now will it work in tha line of fire
Or will a nigga die in tha line of fire
I'ma bust my gunz till my clips retire
America pray cuz I don't wanna expire
I'ma soldier

(Juicy J:)
I'ma U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Playin around with them army toys
You wanna go to war then we can go to war
See W.Bush he sent us over boy
Them men all went and got some soldier toys
Put 'em in a battle and we'll showed you boys
That army fatigue we gonna make some noise
And blow that mother fucker from shore to shore

(Chorus:)

(Verse 3-Lil Wyte:)
With bullets wizzin by, children dyin every 36 seconds
It makes it uncomfortable for me to even respect this
With this focused brain I can take myself away from pain
Turn me into rain, sprinkle it upon all of us in vein
I'm the one that was sent to make sure the sun will always shine
Try to determin the evil and good all in my twisted mind
Hopefully, this just might be the one that reaches to the world
And make a safer place to play for all our little boys and girls
Cuz I'm a soldier don't get it twisted
Get your wig split
Fifty millimeter shells aiming for the terrorist
Must have missed cuz they still comin with some big shit
Osama fucked up real deep and there ain't no time to fix it
He better be off the planet, two light years passed the moon
Rode on a magic carpet satellites gonna find him soon
He's probaly already dead fuckin with tha U.S.A
But if not he better not bring his ass up in tha bay

(Juicy J:)
Let me hear tha sound of tha soldiers
I said let me hear tha sound of tha soldiers
Juicy J tha soldier boy
The marines ain't no punk and you know we keep grenades and AK's in the trunk
With Iraq we be buck, we be fightin and we stomp
With our fist, with our feet, we be ready when you jump
We don't hide behind mask like a terrorist my nigg
Just so you know who tha real fuckin cowards is.

(Chorus:)

Gimmie a glock, gimmie a 4-5, and I would be straight
mite make it through the day, but by nite, I need two Ak's
A couple a sets of extra clips, and some ham sandwiches
the po-po's kno me and they used to my shinanagans
I run the set mane, causin' chaos everywhere
wanna make a bet, n' mane i'll have u pullin out ur hair
this is a have to do job, but on a need to kno basis
don't keep ya eyeballs on the prize, dawg keep up with the faces
I roll with murderas, robbers, drug dealers, killas, and rapists
also an army on the porch with plenty rockets a waitin'
come test my patients fool, and find out how lil wyte will react
I'll have these hatas fool, flodgen like some fish on they back
they got me fucked up, I'm bout to load them trucks up
when I get crazy, then u just might feel some hot stuff
this ones not on my agenda, I was just only playin
but since u testin my gangsta, its to damn late for prayin'

Chorus

Automatic gunfire, bustin at u hoes to get my point across
u got raw bullet to ur dome, is what I'm bout to toss
sold me a short sack, now u bout to feel the trama
Sulfuric acid, so clogged, in a pine box for yo mama
what am I bout to do? Some says ya already know
bring ya family in this? Naw I aint as cool as u folks
this is between me and you, but between you and me
I got a feelin' it might be all up to g-o-d
and you can talk all of the trash u want
it don't even matter, as long as my album keep sellin
my pockets gonna get fatter
I guess the static is because I am the chosen one
deadly circumstances come with job, betta have ur gun
u might be found, bleedin, seekin for the perpatraitor
somethin tell me, he ran far, and u wont find him playa
quit ya cryin, bitchin, and ya whinin hatin, fakin, frontin
I'll run yo ass up off the block cuz im a motha fuckin'

Static addict, static addict, loco with that automatic
Static Addic, Static Addict, crazy with that gun

(Chorus - 2X)
All I wanna do is smoke my dro..bitch
Sit on the couch get high n get throwed bitch
Or in the car windows cracked gettin loaded
I'm representin everybody out there smokin

(Lil Wyte)
Roll it up, fire it up, chief it up
I'm ready to get f**ked up
Soon as I get control of the dro I'm ready to feel the stuff
Light green marijuana been tellin me how it wanna
Go get up wit a swisher split the middle and bone a
I feel that I should get atleast one commercial from King Edward
I been smokin these blunts so long and look where my futures headed
I feel that dro work like Wheeties to rappers that are intelligent
Smoke you one and hit the mic the rest of the shit is irelevent
A lot of shit has happened since the last time you've heard my album
And I ain't talkin about no acid, oxycotton or valiums
I'm talkin about myself all the shit I've seen and the green I smoke
I'll be goin back to California but for now I Qoute...

(Chorus - 2X)
All I wanna do is smoke my dro..bitch


Sit on the couch get high n get throwed bitch
Or in the car windows cracked gettin loaded
I'm representin everybody out there smokin

(Dirt Bag)
Smoke like a Jamaican
Wildly reefer I'm cravin
I know I should be savin
But I'm blazin I'm blazin
Feelin like I'm amazin
Mary keepin me phazin
Sometimes I mix wit girly girly just for the tastin
Used to scoopin a half a onion and you be spacin
Miami Boy with that Dade County lacin
Dirt Bag and Lil Wyte you damn right
Hypnotize minds ?? we keep it hype
Buckle up and kiss flight I could take you to the start
Where is the bud..... its in the car
Ohhh my god different flavors and colors
And I'm smokin them all by the blunt motherf**ker

(Chorus)

(Chorus - 2X)
All I wanna do is smoke my dro..bitch
Sit on the couch get high n get throwed bitch
Or in the car windows cracked gettin loaded
I'm representin everybody out there smokin

(Lil Wyte)
Roll it up, fire it up, chief it up
I'm ready to get f**ked up
Soon as I get control of the dro I'm ready to feel the stuff
Light green marijuana been tellin me how it wanna
Go get up wit a swisher split the middle and bone a
I feel that I should get atleast one commercial from King Edward
I been smokin these blunts so long and look where my futures headed
I feel that dro work like Wheeties to rappers that are intelligent
Smoke you one and hit the mic the rest of the shit is irelevent
A lot of shit has happened since the last time you've heard my album
And I ain't talkin about no acid, oxycotton or valiums
I'm talkin about myself all the shit I've seen and the green I smoke
I'll be goin back to California but for now I Qoute...

(Chorus - 2X)
All I wanna do is smoke my dro..bitch


Sit on the couch get high n get throwed bitch
Or in the car windows cracked gettin loaded
I'm representin everybody out there smokin

(Dirt Bag)
Smoke like a Jamaican
Wildly reefer I'm cravin
I know I should be savin
But I'm blazin I'm blazin
Feelin like I'm amazin
Mary keepin me phazin
Sometimes I mix wit girly girly just for the tastin
Used to scoopin a half a onion and you be spacin
Miami Boy with that Dade County lacin
Dirt Bag and Lil Wyte you damn right
Hypnotize minds ?? we keep it hype
Buckle up and kiss flight I could take you to the start
Where is the bud..... its in the car
Ohhh my god different flavors and colors
And I'm smokin them all by the blunt motherf**ker

(Chorus)

(feat. Lil Wyte)

[Intro:]
Man!
(Damn!) These motherfuckin X pills have you feelin freaky and shit
(X pills!) Like fuckin two hoes at the same time
(Two hoes at the same time, I'm with that shit) Aw hell, shit!

[Chorus: Lil' Wyte]
I'm on that ecstasy - rollin; on them X pills - rollin
On them X pills - rollin, rollin, rollin
Green four leaf clovers - rollin; yellow polar bears - rollin
Red Range Rovers - rollin, rollin, rollin
I'm on that ecstasy - rollin; on them X pills - rollin
On them X pills - rollin, rollin, rollin
Orange Cadillacs - rollin; blue applejacks - rollin
And white Maybachs - rollin, rollin, rollin

[Verse 1:]
Mix that X with orange juice
Gettin real high in the DJ booth
If you got drank my nigga that's cool
Vikoden pills, I take that too
Don't give a fuck any drug is a go
Everyday partner when a nigga pop a roll
Got a lot of friends and they all do dope
Jack got weed, and Jill keep blow
Just woke up, still high as a fool
Girl in my bed - man who is you? !
She said we was on the dance floor gettin zoot
The next thing you know we was off in the pool
I ain't gon' lie this head that hit it
Cause when you do X you'll run up in it
The girl had cocaine runnin out her nose
Powder feel white like a fence called picket
I put dick in her mou-ow-ow, ow-ow-outh
Then I kicked her out my hou-ow-ow, ow-ow-ouse
Memphis niggaz be so wi-ow-ow, ow-ow-ild
Now I'm back out on the tow-ow-ow, ow-ow-own

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I said the money talk, you say you're trappin jumpin off
I'm in the hay grindin dirty man, drop it off
40 calls if you gotta ask nigga don't even bother
I'm fallin off and about to negotiate with chu robbers
You look so good (good) but see I been better (better)
I keep it so hood (hood) I see mo' cheddar (cheddar)
I got the best price (price) call me the cost cutter (cutter)
Can any nigga beat me quote, no not a damn nutter
I got that Tylenol, 'fore your body to dissolve
Meet me in the VSE, parking lot of Southland Mall
I got them blue pills (pills) I'm tryin to pay the bills (bills)
You scared to meet in the haven then I come to your crib

[Chorus]

(Lil Wyte - Talking)
Wassup with y'all?
I'ma take this time right now, to thank the men, Paul and Juicy
for making all this possible you know what I'm sayin'?
When you comin' from the bay, alot of things don't seem like they can't happen in life
You just gotta put effort into it, you know what I'm sayin'?
H.C.P we fixin' to rock this, we did it again, you know what I'm sayin'?

(Crunchy Blac)
Let me tell you a lil' somethin' real
Around here a nigga tryina get them a meal
Climb that hill like jack and jill
But when I need to climb a nigga still keep it real
F**k they way you other nigga feel
I'ma put a bullet in ya ass fo real
So push on nigga cause you'll never get a deal
F**kin' with us yeah you'll get cha self killed
Get cha self killed

(Fraysier Boy)
Suckers run up to get beat down
Never in the public unless I got my f**king heat round
Niggaz got some problems leave you bitches underneath ground
Oh no you niggaz didn't think a muthaf**ka weak now
Niggaz tryina chill I ain't with that f**kin' cross shit
Fraysier Boy'll leave yo pussy ass in the trunk bitch
Hypnotize Minds muthaf**ka ya we done this
Prayin' I don't have to kill a nigga over dumb shit

(Lord Infamous)
Lord Infamous the mercendary lethal lyrical butcher
Mafia so general gang member and pusher
Livin' legend in Memphis hood project is slum
Fresh hit a (blay) then you hear the spray from the tommy gun
Body goes numb and ya eye lids close
From the lead over dose when I split cha kinda low
Cause my trigger finger only do nothing but squeeze
I'ma shoot ya bitch ass everywhere but under your feet

(DJ Paul)
I swear alot of niggaz blame me for shit I ain't got shit to do with
Nigga show it and prove it
I always heard my CD wasn't big enough for a royce


but I ain't believe until we bought a couple of them hoes
When you was style you gotta watch what you do
Cause niggaz look for the smallest reasons to point fingers at you
They want so bad for somebody to come up over the 6
You better hurry up boy I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH

(Juicy J)
Juicy J yes I'm that nigga
Smokin' all the weed and I'm drankin' all the liquor
A nigga always strapped I gots to get mine
Nigga tell yo bitch quit waistin' my time
F**k these wanna be thugs ain't never did crime
Nigga workin' for the feds and droppin' them dimes
I don't f**k with you bitches don't mess with yo kind
You can stay on yo corner and sniff on yo line (NIQQA)

(DJ Paul - Talking)
You better hurry the f**k up if your going to do what I did nigga
Plaqs all over the muthaf**kin' place, movies
uthaf**kin' houses every muthaf**kin' where
You better hurry up
And to you bitch ass niggaz supporting them you better
super muthaf**kin' hurry up and help these niggaz out
Cause when somebody do take my muthaf**kin' place
you muthaf**kas going to be to muthaf**kin' old to see it bitch
hurry the f**k up nigga

(Lil Wyte)
I woke up early to see the sunrise right across from outta of my eyes
Let me see these haters clearly whenever I stop down the drive by
I am a dramatic, most static addict, a rehab with automatic
doubt me now I made it, phinally phamouse bout to let you have it
This is not a game kin fold game not playin' with ya
Gotta brang the slangs ?? ain't gone paint yo picture
Some of the story we can tell it's just bout a communication
The shit you take turn the head all over the nation
I been waitin' for vacations and the money that I'm makin'
Muthaf**kas hatin' now that I'm on they times
Waisted I'ma do it for the bay and for my children and the war
And let these non believers know that we all been here before
Reality don't exsist like ?? dream, quote, Johnny Wide miss him bad may he rest in peace
A livin' legend is what ya lookin' at and will now crown
If nobody else does I will make sure Memphis is standing out

(Lil Wyte)
I'm slummed out right now, that ain't no suprize
Dilated pupils seein doubles out of both my eyes
I hit up a little spark, got 'em for no charge, and f**k with his boy
Zanex bars call 'em totem poles or even tonka toys
I popped half and then popped the other half and hit the crown
Then put my shot glass down and poured another round
I'm starting to fill everything I just put into my body
Liquor and the bars got me right though I might look retarded
Get up out my way little quicka with the K
Even though I'm f**ked up I'ma still maintain
Got sumthin in my brain like do damn thang
Like tell the same mayne's ass soft insane
I'ma monsta when I'm high specially on some bars
Don't need to cop lyrically can catch a charge
Runnin down the street yellin f**k the police
With Reeboxs on my feet high on 4 more bars
I'ma hold my crown and I'ma rep my Memphis pop my pills, smoke all my deeros
Be f**ked up fall out in public fallin out on crackers and negros
Ho you think you know Lil Wyte I'm telling you rightcha now
You hold out I'ma find out better pull 'em out and pass them sticks around

(Chorus)
Totem poles, Candy bars, even Yellow ladders
Tonka toys, White sticks it don't really matter
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you


Totem poles, Candy bars, even Yellow ladders
Tonka toys, White sticks it don't really matter
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you

(Lil Wyte)
One little pill you can break down into fo's
Guaranteed when mixed with liquor it gone have on the flo'
Take advantage of the power the sticks put off every hour
Try to over do it you gone find yourself off in the shower
This is not some powder the effects are completely differant
You are not a coward if you pop one and get scared of the shit
You might forget what you did the night before if you want 'em
Better get somebody to be witcha only if they ass is sober
Gotta keep my f**kin brain on chicken lane change only if the beat bang
I'll be able to do my thang no what I got to do know why I gotta rock
F**ked up or not I'ma take this shit to the top
If you see me in the streets betta believe me this cracker is off the hezzy
Memphis, Tennessee is my stopping ground and zanex bars just went down in me
This weed in me and Henessey all over my academics T
Was f**ked up and doubled in for shit but fallin up out the S-U-V
They serious don't play with 'em if you can't handle 'em come my way
We'll rock 'em to the BAY and we'll deal 'em up on the slang
When I bump my female in an all night bang with a BIOTCH!

(Chorus)

Yo
Let em kno ur ready
Watch the show
U recordin?
How long u been recordin?
Oh good
I want everybody to watch the mtv hollyhood show
3 6 mafia
Ya ya ya keep it live baby
Youve jus been a victim of the new lil wyte album
The one and only
Yessir
Its goin down
Bumpin harder than a motherfucker
Thats crazy
Be on the lookout for a new up and commin album
The new 3 6 mafia album the last to walk
Idk if it will be in stores now or in stores right after this or sometime close around this
Go get the project pat album thats in stores right now

Cooked by the books
Its not promoted but its in stores so u kno wat im sayin go get it
Project pat
Commin up right after this the new frayser boy album
You kno wat im sayin
Well idk wat else
Streets of memphis movin
And somthin, shit
We needa get more artists
We needa get somthin
Idk wat else is comin up
WE NEED MORE ARTISTS
But uhhh thats pretty much it
So hollatcha
Enjoy this shit
SHUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTHEFUCKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP

2 door cut with the flop on the paint
looking like a bag of skittles that will make you want to fant
eyes cocked ass drop when I pulled up on the set
people scard to tuch my car like they might fall and it get wet
I can't keep my whip in sun for too long cuz it might melt like a pack of starburst on a summer day sitting on the shelf
I got to her out
get her high
take her out for a ride
hopefully tonight I won't commit vihicular homicide
my cutless is clean as a fuckin whistle
paul, and jucy both told me I better pack pistols
pistols plural more than one for those who do not know
I gon let these bitches rip the bay and try to take my hoe

(chorus2x's)
2 door cut with with the flop like(ridein down the street smokin weed getting high)
2 door cut with with the flop like(woooooooooooo man that fool clean)

cheech and cong with the smokas and dice on mirria
2007 caddilak space age interia
4 pionerrs 4 ways across the back dash
4 12's when I come thru Ima break glass
and thats just the begening
I'aint got into the engine
fuckin with gray sturin wheel I'm gripin white pearlrl pimpin
hands on italian lether just as icey as my soljas
pictured on the white purl gas pedal belive I told ya
and aint doja on me when I ride make me a blunt
aint tryin to be nobodys police when I creep the cut
they got enough on me already they don't need my car
if they want me so bad they can find me standin in my yard

(chorus2x's)

it time to talk about the muscle in this perfect creation
brand new chevy block and it's cromed out and a block conberation
a set of double hard heads shift kit and a kaft
blown out with a pair of dogs hanging out the ass
brains gone and my hair blowin doin a buck 4
whoa hoe if you in the road
better move yo ass
out the path fast
before yo ass have to feel
20 inch spinners and 22 hundred pounds of steel
I'm a good driver but can get reckless on purple leana
pedal to the medal might hit ya and never even seen ya
take my word I put 15 G's into these souls
I'm gon flick this bitch and figure out how to drop off 20 more

(Chorus4x's)

Ya this Lil Wyte layin' it down for that ACP
We 'bout to throw these boys in a motherfuckin mosh pit
For those of y'all who don't know what a mosh pit is
It's just a bunch of drunk, ignorant motherfuckers
gettin' the shit whooped out of 'em to some music, you know what I'm sayin?

[Hook: repeat 2X]
Throw 'em in the mosh pit!
Stomp 'em in the mosh pit!
Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit!

[Juicy J]
Its the Juice, up in the club
So raise your set high in the air and show me love
We drinkin' beer, we smokin' pere
Its just alive and three 6 mafia in your ear
We sippin' syrup, you might get hurt
We snatchin' bitches beatin' 'em down in the dirt
We dumpin' fur, we throwin' chairs
So if you scary get your ass up out of here

[DJ Paul]
Now show them golds, and swing them bows
Take your shirt off and commence to whippin' hoes
We got that danger, built for a stranger
Your boys scared to fuck with us but I don't blame 'em
They swingin' knives, they poppin' guns
Roll with them punches motherfucker don't run
Swing back (swing back!), pop back (pop back!)
Clear the room motherfucker like click click (boom!)

[Hook 4X]

[Josey Scott]
Here I come, an only son
I'm goin' straight out the ghetto to number one
I'm gettin' higher, I'm on fire!
So all you haters better get ready to retire
I'm on the scene, I keep it mean
I went from having no chedder to bling bling
I got some ice, I'm never nice
And I'm a killer so don't make me say it twice
Straigh

im slumbed out right now
that aint no surprise
dialated pupils
see'n doubles out both my eyes
i hit up little spark
got him out for no charge
he fuck wit his boy
(x)anax bars call them toldem poles or even tonka toys
i popped half and popped the other half and hit the crown
then put my shot glass down and pour another round
im startin to feel everything i just put in to my body
liquor and bars got me right though i might look retarded
get up out my way little cracka wit the k
even though im fucked up i can still maintain
got sumthin in my brain it can do things man
like turn a sane mans ass off insane
im a monster when im high especially on some bars
dont need to cop liriclly you can catch a charge
runnin down the street yellin fuck the police
reeboks on my feet high from those bars
ima hold my ground and rep my memphis
pop my pill and smoke all my d-ro
be fucked up all in public
fallin down on crackers and negros
oh you think you know little wyte
im tellin you right tonight
you hold out ima find out
betta pull em out and pass them sticks around

chorus*2

toldem poles, candy bars even yellow ladders
tonka toys, white sticks it dont really matter
if you got em pass that shit around
i wanna look like you
if you got em pass that shit around
i wanna look like you

one little pill you can break down into fours
gauranteed when mixed wit liquor it goin have you on the floor
take advantage of the power this stick* put off every hour
dont try to ova do it you goin to find yo self off in da showa
this is not some powder the effects are completely different
you are not a coward if you pop one and get scared of this shit
you might forget* wut you did the night before if you want em
betta get somebody to be with ya only if they ass is soba
gotta keep my fuckin brain on
checkin lanes only if the beat bang
ill only be able to do my thang
know wut i got to do and
when or what i gotta rock
bust out my nine goin to take da shit to da top
when you see me in da street betta believe me
this cracker here is off the hee
memphis tennessee is my stompin ground
and (x)anax bars is wut balance me
this weed in me and hennesse
all over my akademiks tee
was fucked up and dont remember shit
but fallin up out the s.u.v
they serious dont play wit em
if you cant handle em come my way em
ill take em to da bay deal or even slang wit em
goin give my female an all night bang wit em bitch

(Intro - DJ Paul)
Yeah..(echoing).. Hypnotize Minds...(echoing).. Lil' Wyte...(echoing)..
It's going down...(echoing).. the club crazy right now..(echoing)...
I don't believe you'll do...(echoing) we don't believe you...(echoing)..
Yeah...(echoing)... finish It!...(echoing) what!..

(Chorus - Lil' Wyte)
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!

Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!

(Verse One - Lil' Wyte)
You motherfuckers want true colors? I got white and I got black
Bay Area motherfuckers comin' soon as I step off of the track
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch
If this ?hata? got stomped to the floor, thank to god for all this shit
Frayser Bizzo DJ Pizzo Lil Whizzo and Hypnotizzo
Run the shizzo fo' shizzo roll up another one my nizzo
I got to maintain, I got to get changed
I gotta rip this mic, from California to Maine
And take it over to Spain, send it to the Dominicans
Tell 'em to examine it and start jammin' all of my sinitist
Just make sure that they remember this, like if it was some religious shit
The white gold ghetto platinum honky rippin it
Take that to the bank, get that deposit slip, fill it out
Runnin' for thirty thousand turn around and shove it in your mouth
You review Hypnotize and you'll see nothing but potential
People gettin' beat to the flo' and it started with a pencil

(Chorus - Lil' Wyte)
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!

Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!

(Verse Two - Lil' Wyte)
Check it out i'm new to the scene, Lil' Wyte lighted with gasoline
Fire breathin' get it closer to the grass that isn't green
Which means your teams expired to the back of the pack
Sixteen bars on the side knowledge on every track
Holdin' it down, never happen, get my crown, keep on rappin'
And even at 75 i'ma still be able to work my magic
I be the Willy Nelson of the next generation
A Rising legacy shinin' across of every nation
I need a passport, luggage and a new wardrobe
Fifty billion but I will settle for 2.4
Check the scans i'm the man in this independent land
No video, no single record companies like I be damned
This white cat can rap and put on a good show
It's funny how his music get people down to the flo'
I gots to give it raw I gots to give it dirty
What ever city you reppin' beat 'em down if you heard me

(Chorus - Lil' Wyte)
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!

Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!

(Verse Three - Lil' Wyte)
See I done seen the brighter days smoked on plenty lighter hay
My album hit a hundred thousand now shit been going my way
I give my props to my pops give my props to my mouth
Give my props to the cap give my props to the south
Now i'm drunk and i'm high but I bet you already knew it
You buck as me you buck as us and we twice as buck as u
Security started movin' to the middle of the crowd
Only if he got a gun will I agree to shut it down
Cuz I ain't trying to get shot by no motherfucking punk
I know my dad has had to many drinks and all of a sudden crunk
Pick me up let me out blow me up and bump me loud
Too many styles be coming up out of me whenever I hit the crowd
I have a high page game face eye balls poppin' out his face
Keepin' with the shit tryin' to stay awake.. what you think?
Only cracker good enough to be down with the six
Clearly understood that this some original gangsta shit

(Chorus - Lil' Wyte)
Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!

Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!)
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch!
If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch

Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe

(Chorus)
If you a killer motherf**ker, bring your anna to my door
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody knows
If you riding with someone you know and they turn up this song
you riding with a motherf**ker that think I did 'em wrong. (x2)

(Verse 1)
consequences come to those who chose to f**k with lil wyte
not always physical sometimes mental and emotional right
I'll outsmart you in a fight and come back harder on the mic
theres an inner spiritual demon that possess me to write
now that I made all these moves
my music causing some havoc
this shit is pick me up so wat in the f**k did you expect god dammit?
as long as the beat keep on rollin, my pockets gonna get swollen
I know they hate me, they let me know the first time that I told 'em
I got a mind and it's focused
you got some serious issues
I got family friends, and fans and you ain't got no one to miss you
I bet you'll life gettin hard
you lived your life in a yard
Im for real I know theres something when you sold both of your cars
you mad at me cause I made it, I'm only havin some fun
see me on mtv yelling out who gives a f**k where you from
you might be tough with your gun but look for fun in saddham
doubt me now ?? I told you wyte was gon drop bombs....

(Chorus - 2X)


(DJ Paul)
yeah it's time to speed on up, we finna go into another motherf**ker
galaxy nigga, bass check #2, BEEATCH

(Verse 2)
wake up bitch reality creepin around the corner
you so f**ked up you couldnt be an organ donor
when I see you, I'm knockin yo head up off of your shoulders
you gon be like ah shit when you feel
these tiny boulders
you f**kin with the wrong one
the HCP cracker main, slap you man, stab you man
even quick to crack your brain
I ain't got no time for hatin faggots on the grind
keep on passin by cause I got something
you'll never f**kin find
this the realest of the real
hope you feelin it and if you dont
extend your arm and grab your remote
and turn down your radio
meanwhile, I'm gon give it raw
and write it as nasty as this shit can be
Its easy when you rappin over the hardest motherf**kin beats
I am not braggin, and I'm not big headed, nor am I conceded
but I'm proud of myself and the way I supposedly succeeded
you wanna bring it to my door
or be a bitch and catch me slippin
either way it goes this unit I'm grippin's gonna get you, pimpin

(Chorus - 2X)

(LiL Wyte)
Gimme da Microphone first so i could buss out dis bubbLe,whoevea idea dis was dey knew it was some trouble,'cause i get up in'em, get it sticky,it could get icky and gritty , crystal clearly comes swiftly when u a chance to get wit mE. I Put it down for da B.A.Y. MothafuKca,therapy gorilla squad, U.T.T. Muthaf**ka,YaLL don't kNow shyt about that chek ya BAY AREA fact the federal lyricist is 21 years old knockin'em on dey back. Had to take a drug test, thought it was a DRUG test, studied hard and failed shouldnt of took da answers to my chest. Goofin around gloves off hood basically cuffed up popo's in a Lac Truck on spinners man das f**ked uP. I sat on my couch smoked a bLunt and create some thunder, den opened da window let da lightning and make da Police wonder. I'll get'em off the trail while the real criminals wonder, i guess dis summea a lil ol'hustle is too far beyond us.

(CHORUS x2)
We hustle from sun up to sun down,the cops we get close when they come round.We got to hit the cut and throw the crumbs down my hoods run down,my hoods run down.

(FRAYSER BOY)



Nigga, Nigga,dis da other half of the BAR Bay Representatives,watchin what i say around deze snitches cUz dey listenin. Frayser boy a Real nigga will let da steeL hit'ya, f**kin wit lil wyte gone make dat nigga come and deal wit'ya. Purple drank in my cUp, bLowin dank in my truck,hit da bank stackin bucks, a nigga i aint slackin uP. Bay niggaz click tyte make me get ya shyt right,respectin how i feel or it's gonna be a big fight. Mobbin down Frayser BLVD,wit my 45. Lettin it loose if you think you hard or you wanna try. Gettin it how i live in da Bride das my stompin ground,got some enemies
So das why a pistol come around. Muthaf**kaz actin like dey dont know da real deal mayne i been through heLL and back and a nigga still live,still here and i wouldnt have it no other way,now knowin what it means to live and die from the BAY!

(CHORUS x2)
We hustle from sun up to sun down,the cops we get close when they come round.We got to hit the cut and throw the crumbs down my hoods run down,my hoods run down.