Lirik Lagu Whatever Ho - Project Pat F/ Hypnotize Camp Posse
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DJ Paul:Yeah you muthafuckin' hoesY'all know the muthafuckin' dead Hypnotize Camp and Profit Posse in thismuthafuckaGet one of these gold plaques on the wall before you talk some oldmuthafuckin' shitBitch, it's whatever niggaWe in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to your head ho(Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya)
Juicy J:Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun bitchEvergreen gats have got these cowards on the run bitchKill 'em like they convictsKnow they hear them guns clickDoped up like a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same blockWith a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang cuz I be hustlin' weight andWe gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatin'
Lord Infamous:I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can makeI'ma break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bringI'ma millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I wanna killYou weak ass niggaz don't want Lord Infamous from South Parkway to get illLong from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, with the guns you bitches y'allbest get steelScarecrow, Club House, yes it gets illSo, all y'all listen closely don't you ever forgetY'all wouldn't, Y'all never be shit with out us bitchDon't forget
Cruchy Black:Killin' ain't shitBitches ain't shitNiggaz ain't shitBodies in a ditchHow many niggaz done talked that shitAbout the Project fuckin' Pat, Thug Posse ya bitchNiggaz gon' talk, bitches gon' startMuthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a trunkAll I want is cashMuthafuckaz haveGet down on your kneesGimme all your cash
ScanMan:Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch your backCause still we chillin' with PatStraped with them gatsBe ready to attackAll you hatin' ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk what's upYou better come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy, it's gonnaget roughSituation's gone bad, for you niggaz claimin' killazAutomatic triggaz pullin' drillin' holes inside your liverHow you figure, I was gon' let you talk that shit and peep these streetsSayin' "That ScanMan boy's a bitch" know watch them throw lights out in myhead
DJ Paul:Killin', buckin', buckin up in GunfireBullets rickin' off the walls, nigga this is WarfareSuckaz claimin' they got nutsYou don't know these elephantsSpecialize in takin' notesSpecialize in nappy hoesNiggaz this is serious, I can't play no games no moreNiggaz actin' curious, but I think they know the scoreBitches know the Hypnotize medallion show what click you claimHold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain', in this game
MC Mack:Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig splitIt's MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', Cracker JacksBusta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed offWatch me put my ski mask on, come a gat back now trick now drop it offShoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck about another niggaif he's speakin' use your counter attackRollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crump,you ain't no bustaAin't no love lost off in my heart, there's no place colderWon't you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our
T-Rock:Socialists up actin' miss servin' sevensHave 'em in jail suspended, in the middleStarted rivalries civilHomies swithin', actin' fickleBut if you fuck with family ties, we leave you tripleThat nigga there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, only manain't chivalErasin' ample businesses all in the name of the T-RockSuckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocksBangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat popsAway from the gravity, stand and point your a Tech and see him drop
Gangsta Boo:Yeah I know, I knowDown, down, baby goin' down, downSweet dreams baby, Rock-a-bye babyNiggaz wanna run up, we be flexin' the Tech andBe pointed at ya we comin', and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet yaYou wanna hit 'em, but nigga you an't forget 'em, forget 'emBecause you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venomI know bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' meFuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck you up more than me
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Project Pat:Alot of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point acrossRidin' in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets tossTossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some drammaRidin' with my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuanaIf you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to bustCaught that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his faceNow I race, from the scenery, blowin' on greeneryKnow I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to meIt's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rollsNewspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toesYou should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a trainKiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I don't explainI maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cathin' cappersShootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vaporsPlaya Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'allBoy I keep a big gun, you don't want none
Juicy J:Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun bitchEvergreen gats have got these cowards on the run bitchKill 'em like they convictsKnow they hear them guns clickDoped up like a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same blockWith a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang cuz I be hustlin' weight andWe gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatin'
Lord Infamous:I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can makeI'ma break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bringI'ma millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I wanna killYou weak ass niggaz don't want Lord Infamous from South Parkway to get illLong from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, with the guns you bitches y'allbest get steelScarecrow, Club House, yes it gets illSo, all y'all listen closely don't you ever forgetY'all wouldn't, Y'all never be shit with out us bitchDon't forget
Cruchy Black:Killin' ain't shitBitches ain't shitNiggaz ain't shitBodies in a ditchHow many niggaz done talked that shitAbout the Project fuckin' Pat, Thug Posse ya bitchNiggaz gon' talk, bitches gon' startMuthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a trunkAll I want is cashMuthafuckaz haveGet down on your kneesGimme all your cash
ScanMan:Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch your backCause still we chillin' with PatStraped with them gatsBe ready to attackAll you hatin' ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk what's upYou better come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy, it's gonnaget roughSituation's gone bad, for you niggaz claimin' killazAutomatic triggaz pullin' drillin' holes inside your liverHow you figure, I was gon' let you talk that shit and peep these streetsSayin' "That ScanMan boy's a bitch" know watch them throw lights out in myhead
DJ Paul:Killin', buckin', buckin up in GunfireBullets rickin' off the walls, nigga this is WarfareSuckaz claimin' they got nutsYou don't know these elephantsSpecialize in takin' notesSpecialize in nappy hoesNiggaz this is serious, I can't play no games no moreNiggaz actin' curious, but I think they know the scoreBitches know the Hypnotize medallion show what click you claimHold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain', in this game
MC Mack:Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig splitIt's MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', Cracker JacksBusta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed offWatch me put my ski mask on, come a gat back now trick now drop it offShoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck about another niggaif he's speakin' use your counter attackRollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crump,you ain't no bustaAin't no love lost off in my heart, there's no place colderWon't you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our
T-Rock:Socialists up actin' miss servin' sevensHave 'em in jail suspended, in the middleStarted rivalries civilHomies swithin', actin' fickleBut if you fuck with family ties, we leave you tripleThat nigga there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, only manain't chivalErasin' ample businesses all in the name of the T-RockSuckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocksBangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat popsAway from the gravity, stand and point your a Tech and see him drop
Gangsta Boo:Yeah I know, I knowDown, down, baby goin' down, downSweet dreams baby, Rock-a-bye babyNiggaz wanna run up, we be flexin' the Tech andBe pointed at ya we comin', and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet yaYou wanna hit 'em, but nigga you an't forget 'em, forget 'emBecause you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venomI know bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' meFuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck you up more than me
DJ Paul:It's whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIt's whatever, whatever hoWhatever
Project Pat:Alot of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point acrossRidin' in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets tossTossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some drammaRidin' with my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuanaIf you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to bustCaught that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his faceNow I race, from the scenery, blowin' on greeneryKnow I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to meIt's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rollsNewspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toesYou should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a trainKiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I don't explainI maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cathin' cappersShootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vaporsPlaya Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'allBoy I keep a big gun, you don't want none
