[Intro - HMCP]
Aw yeah Hypnotize Minds
Yes sir, Lil Wyte featuring Juvenile, crash da motherfuckin club
The remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes
Like this!

[Verse 1 - Lil Wyte]
Multiple mental scars, outlinin yo inside wit bars
Grippin yo nina hard, bitch by blood and hater by heart
When the fuck you gon start, recognizin life is a game
And it's always the same, them dice you rollin ain't bout to change
I'm snatchin yo chain, reimbursin you with some pain
It's all on the man, in which direction he makes the same
I ain't bout that fame, I'm bout the cheese that it's bout to bring
So fuck yo whole name, with you my faith was lackin some things
I'm startin all over with compositions sticky like douja
And I thought I told ya, when I come through I'm crushin like boulders
I'm hard to top, true there's plenty out there that's gon knock
Whatever I drop, but even your beats can't touch what I got
You wildin or not, if is so bring all your beef to the spot
Hope you got ya Glock, I'm strapped with no hes-i-tence to pop
So back yo words up, and keep on chokin out on that cock
You like it or not, it's everlastin I ain't bout to stop

[Hook: Lil Wyte - repeat 8X]
We bout to crash da club
Throw some chairs
(*DJ Scratching*) Break - Break...Break - Break...Break Somethin
[Verse 2 - Juvenile]
[Wodie repeated on every 4th timing]
Ayo, smoke somethin, choke somethin, get real nice
We ain't gon fall on our face, but we gon be right
Look, police ain't around when I do my dirt
Because I map it all out and then I put in work
You wit them freaks, I be in the streets
Y'all be wearin them Bee's, I be wearin Ree's
Runnin wit my Gs from the U-T-P
This is where I'm gonna be until I D-I-E
It's goin down from the East Bank to the West Bank
Where n***as drank V.S.O.P. until they breath stank
Bitch gotta say somethin errtime
They never handle they buisness, but stayin in mine
Seek and you will find a loaded up nine
Pointed at ya cause it always stay on my mind
Juvenile and Three 6 that's a one-of-a-kind
Tweakin up ya golds n***a get ready to blind

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Lil Wyte]
I'm bout to crash da club, break da law
Throw some chairs, crack yo jaw
If it's killin season ain't no reason ain't no need to stall
I'm the one put here to absorb all this energy and pain
Non stop pop from the top of the clip in ya Glock, I still don't feel you man
Cause of that crown and coke, and now I'm puffin a pound of dro
When I'm on that level and wit my killas you'll be found on the floor
I must confess I ain't bout shit, but if you think to cross me bitch
You'll end up stankin, walk the plank and empty out your pockets bitch
Break da law, break yo leg
Crash da club and crack yo neck
Wit these issues that I'm facin daily I should tote a tec
Get respect that's no option, all the haters filled with toxin
Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get to flossin
Causin problems, dodgin bullets, soon as I corrupt the scene
Leavin damage, makin havoc, reaction fuckin wit 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]