[DJ Paul]
It is I my son, the king of the muthafuckin M
Awakened by all you hatin ass hoes, ya bitch you
And it's going muthafuckin down
For all you muthafuckin wannabe Hypnotize Camp Posse azz n***as
Who we got in this muthafucka, n***a count em out

[Crunchy Blac]
Crunchy Blac up in this bitch, my n***a Juice

[Lord Infamous]
Lord Soze

[DJ Paul]
Louder n***a let em know!

[La Chat]
I'm pull the trigga n***a bitch, it's [La Chat] ho

[Frayser Boy]
Yeah you got Frayser Boy in this muthafucka
Bout to ride on one of you bitch-made n***as

[DJ Paul]
And ya boy DJ muthafuckin Paul
Like thiiiiiiiis
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
N***a get all ya boys, tell em bring all they guns
And being ya'll some hoes I get the heater when you come
When I dump to hit your pressure point with .44 slugs
On this medicine, a felon is committed by this thug
Head bust, they took ya in mood, huh
Pistol whip you for a hour, leave ya skull fucked up
Pop some double bucks To ya nuts
Cough em up
Slut Chop the meat up
Then I call em triple six guts

[Verse 2: La Chat]
Who run, I know you know
Quit playin, you hatin' ho
La Chat, can't take no mo
We brangin it to the dome
I got the tec-9, four-five, can't forget the AK
Finna take you to the streets, blow you bitches clean away
Mayne I'm sick and tired of you talking
I'm open with my dog and
Is it true that I will be stalkin'
And punkin' bitches walkin'
Hope you n***as paying attention to everything I mention
Shit I'm full up on that tension
I'm goin on a mission
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Now sippin' on some gin and some mo (Some mo)
Watchin n***as in the room snortin blow (Snortin blow)
They got weed, and it's already rolled (Ready rolled)
Quit baby sittin' that dope
Now I'm so fuckin buzzed bout to faint (Bout to faint)
Sittin' back watch R Kelly tapes (Kelly's tapes)
E'rtime you see a playa I be high (I be high)
So come and get a lil piece of a n***a pie

[Verse 4: Frayser Boy]
I'm a schizophrenic
Don't you panic
You can't handle it
So god dammit
You can't stand it
Leave you stranded
Push over n***a, you been banded
I been blazin'
You are facin'
Fuckin killers in yo place and
Heart is pacin'
Ya'll be racin'
Bout to catch another case and
Killer n***a
Driller n***a
Kill a n***a
Feel me n***a
I don't give a fuck bout what you sayin, I'm the illest n***a
Pistol mother
Drama lover
Pop a sucka
Motherfucka'
Like no other
I'm a lethal weapon like a Danny Glover
[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]
N***a lemme tell you my specialty
My specialty is getting you n***a
Lock and load wit that gun pullin' the trigga
How the fuck you figure
That a n***a ain't robbin' you n***as
When I'm out her n***a trying to get like Jigga
Dippa yo body up when I kill you n***a
Shouldn't have talked that shit cuz I'm pullin' triggas
How the fuck ya'll n***as wanna go to war
When ya'll ain't bad enough for us boys

[Verse 6: DJ Paul]
See I'm the king of kings, Scarecrow's the lord of lords
And fuckin' up in my kingdom is something you can't afford
Tryin to compete with Hypnotize man I wouldn't even try that
My lil keys cost seventy g's n***a can you buy that
You wonderin' why I had the for sale sign in the yard
N***a I sold my crib, my new house cost one million
And this some king shit, MTV crib shit
Your mouth done dropped
You startin' to drool u need a bib bitch
Before you diss me n***a turn your pockets inside out
Or clean your shoes and your pants
Break some starch right out
'Cause I'm the K-O-M, you wishin' you was down with this click
But you chose otherwise so you a clown to this click
And in the streets n***a
You get nothing but frowns from this click
And we done covered all sides of this country lil bitch
So if you ever get a chance to get inside the Source yeah right
You'll be like my n***a Nas and all you'll have is one mic (All I need is one mic)

[DJ Paul]
Yeah this for all you muthafuckin' hoes
If you ever wanna know the muthafuckin' truth
It's in yo face, bitch
Trying to use our muthafuckin' name to come up
You ain't muthafuckin' Hypnotize Minds you bitch, you n***a
And don't be trying to memorize the faces on the muthafuckin' videos
Cuz them ain't the n***as that's gone come to your muthafuckin' den n***a
Where my muthafuckin' killas at n***a
Yeah n***a, where they at!

[Crunchy Blac]
Yeah Crunchy Blac up in this bitch
For all you n***as that said I can't rap
N***a I don't rap anyways, n***a I rob

[DJ Paul]
Yeah bitch ass n***a
Bitch-made hoes

[La Chat]
Hypnotize Camp
Dick ridin' bitches
And n***a fuck ya'll bitches

[DJ Paul]
And for all you hoes we'll stomp you muthafuckas short n***a
Couldn't handle the heat get the fuck up out the kitchen type n***as
Shit get thicker for a weak n***a ho