(feat. Fiend, Mr. Serv-On, La Chat)

[Serv-on]

Boy,I think this the second time you done passed up this sign

you goin'the wrong way main.



[Fiend]

Slow ya role, slow ya role,ya know what im saying?

Look,we about to go I 255,(yeah) straight up to Memphis.(ya show)

See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens,

we 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya see what I'm saying?

What you gone do?



[Fiend]

Bitch,you can picture the pain,I rip you in vain

While the young soldiers whisper my name

I'm dealing the caine,sippin' on crown, smokin' that Jane

Open the brain,let that shit inject, you think that I'm playin'

Don't make me get at your kin fo those that can't

Either you die slow,ride slow, cause Fiend about to show

How not only God knows, these niggas our hoes,my stock broke

So we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats

Buckin the clip at the 5and 0 ,allow smoke

Dosha go straight to my lungs I see WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP

In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this

Got wit you F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6

Talk it like I bring I feel you need this,deep shit

Sleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches,it's all on you

Like that lil nigga B.G. cd volume 2

I throw hallows threw ,what you use to swallow and chew,

'bout what ya gone do?



[Lord Infamous]

Infamous I'm leavin brain dust

I'll indanger you lamers like strangers

I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger

I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a Banger

I either put you in a cross,or I pull the Moss

I'm runnin threw so logs, tring to blow ya leg off

I put some shit up in the line that'll blow ya mind

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