(talking)-[d.j paul] and [juicy "j"]
Chorus 1:
[juicy "j]
If you aint claiming g-d
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming v-l
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming crips thin
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming bloods thin
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint b-a-z
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming north memphis
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming orange mound
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming hal park
(fuck yall hoes)
[lord infamous] (scarecrow)
Bitch we are entertainers
We warfare trainers
We aint gangbangers
But we will make you famous
I show you falling hoes
I show you slippin slopes
I show you swiss I knows
I dangling from the rows
You top that tokeo
Up in the studio
But in the streets they ho
You cool they diff but so...
But if he eat the coke
And wanna go for broke
Lets get them guns out ho, I thank you fucking former ho !
[d.j. paul]
I can fight this nigga
I can whoop this nigga
I can (gun loading) (gun shots)
Boom! with the trigger
I can rob this boy, I can mob this boy
I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy
I can make this fool, I can rape this fool
I can get them off my five o-clock or ten o-clock news
I can lend a helping hand
I can be your fucking friend
I can leave his body stankin in a croquer garbage can
Chorus 2:
If you aint claiming hollywood
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming rucka home
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming foot home
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming russell simmons
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming smokey city
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming evergreen
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming l-o-g
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming dixi holland
(fuck yall hoes)
[gangsta boo]
Dont play with the hypnotize c-a-m-p (a-c)
Blowin small balls nigga feel me
Maybe!
I be what chu call the first lady
Triple six put me through the doors getting money
Now you
Jelous-ass-bitches in my face
Tryin take my shit out of place
(you be steppin bitch)
I be on some hennesy
Mixed with some alizae
Smokin on some hay
On my way
On that plat "a"
("a")
[d.j. paul]
Im hittin on some small niggas
(that rob niggas)
Smoke coke
(with big mob figures)
That star niggas
In p-agg ya
Get em recorded they own pictures
Im takin puss, and dankin drankin
Drank wit warning niggas
I poke them stagged up
And round wit trick a heavy niggas
Im talkin ski-mask
Engage up out of the back seat niggas
Pull the triggers
And I keep a tone, world-rone
Dangers on, hustle grown
Sippin on, burn a post
Papers on, but still Im home
Chorus 3:
If you aint claiming new chicago
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming foxy brown
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming pussy ballet
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming follow home
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming dub is thin
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming trig thin
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming mackly moke
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming bucker hill
(fuck yall hoes)
[koopsta knicca]
No issues
You think this kid fucked up the fucking problem
Bitch you dont know that koopsta knicca is a murder robber
Got yo motherfucking brother in the back seat
Sweat drippin off his neck
Son of bitch you dont know me
"koopsta"
I kinda hear the whispers in his fucking bed
"knicca"
And you think you got that strip
That why dont you get with him
And if you wanna stress me
Grab my 8.0 is you dead
Say "mister cum a dress ya"
Koopsta got em scared!!!
Chorus 4:
If you aint claiming hall park
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming witch grove
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming witch cress
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming barney thin
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming drummer town
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint claiming
(fuck yall hoes)
If you aint naming
(fuck yall hoes)
(fuck yall hoes)
(fuck yall hoes)
(fuck yall hoes)
(fuck yall hoes)
(fuck yall hoes)
