[Project Pat]
  Hen hen hen-o-sin
  Make a playa sin
  Mix it in with the white gin
  Here we go again
  Project Pat, gotta keep a strap
  Haters know I rap
  Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map
  I attack like a shark would
  Represent this hood
  North Memphis nigga, Hollywood
  Make it understood
  In my blood, ain't no traitness
  Or no fakeness
  And no hoe couldn't break this
  You can hate this
    [Crunchy Black]
  This bitch that bitch, nigga here's the deal
  Crunchy ain't runnin round here fakin deals
  Crunchy runnin round here tryna get a mil
  While you fakin a deal, it don't cost nothin to be real
  All you gotta do is keep that shit real
  Don't be runnin round here hollarin you got deals
  Don't be runnin round here hollarin that you will kill
  It don't cost nothing to be real
  But it cost when you kill
    [DJ Paul]
  I'm bout to crash into you suckaz like the world trade
  I'm ridin green Escalade
  Full of green grenades
  You hoes always hollarin that we be some bitches and shit
  But every time I turn around you got our name on your shit
  I used to be with them
  Mane i'm still with them
  You wish you was with them
  How the fuck you hate them
  When you always claimin them
  I think its funny cuz yall faggots be still, callin my studio
  Tryna get back, stay who you with, cuz I don't need you hoe
    [La Chat]
  I call up my niggaz, we buck and toss with no mercy hoe
  We packin this guage and decorating you with bullet holes
  La Chat I be ready, you bout to say for no reason shit
  That leaves me no choice, to grab my glock and fuck up your wig
  You think killa talk
  But ain't no kill in your blood boy
  That infrared be beamin i got ya scopin behind ya door
  You niggaz can't take it, you hate the fact that we runnin it
  You ain't gotta love it, but you gonna learn to respect it bitch
    [Lord Infamous]
  Got some syrup in my cup, got some smoke in my mouth
  Got some white in my nose, got your bitch on the couch
  Got her head in my lap, trick I gotta keep it South
  Got a problem with Three Six? gotta blow your brains out
  Got the South sewed up
  Got the guns, load up
  Fuckin with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blown up
  It's a hold up
  Everybody fold up
  Niggaz talk like they tough
  But they ain't got no nuts, bitch
    [Juicy J]
  I'm shootin a dyke in her breast-o
  Coward in his chest-o
  And this police nigga what we call him Donnie Brasco
  If you bitches want war, you can bring it, lets go
  When i put this tone in ya face, presto
  A killa in a black coat, gonna make a mess tho
  Leave ya in the street with a bloody Willie Esco
  Drankin on some scotch, and we choppin down that cocoa
  Tryna roll some pot in a fuckin optimo (mo)
    [Frayser Boy]
  Dont you make the wrong move, and you get your ass killed dog
  A fake ass nigga but he claimin that he real dog
  You ain't got to lie to kick it actin like he down dog
  Always lookin like tryna wear a murder frown dog
  Don't you get smacked and be gettin off the pavement dog
  Don't you make me act a fool with some bad behavior dog
  Hypnotize Camp Posse got my fuckin back dog
  Frayser Boy'll leave ya stankin pop you with the gat dog
    [Project Pat]
  I'm watchin out for you polices niggaz we tight
  This unit rip your head in pieces, I know you feel it
  These lyrics just like Mona Lisa's cuz you can sell it
  The Posse click tight like feces, I know you smell it
  This ghetto hood shit is crucial, just like a murda
  You step hoe then we shoot ya, we quick to serve ya
  You hate us, then it's mutual, so don't be scared a
  The H-C-P'll do ya, mane we gon hurt ya