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[Lil` Wyte]
...ah yeah Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil` Wyte featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin` club, the REMIX!! - and its goin` down for you hoes
Like THIS!!...Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit` bars
Grippin` your nina hard, bitch my blood inha-led by heart
When the fuck you gon` start, recognize that life is a game
And it`s always the same, them dice you rolling ain`t `Bouta change
I`m snatchin` your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
It`s all over mane, in which direction he makes a zane
I ain`t `bout that fame, I`m `bout the cheese, and this `Bouta bring
So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
I`m starting all over with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come through I`m crushing like boulders
I`m hard ta top, shoot at plenty I bet it`s gon` knock it - whatever I drop
But even your beef can`t touch what I got
You wildin` or not, if is so bring all your beef ta the spot
Hope you got your glock, I`m strapped with no hesi-tant ta pop
So back your words up, and keep on choking out on that cock
You like it or not, its everlasting - ain`t `Bouta stop
[Hook: Lil Wyte - repeat 8X]
We `Bouta Crash Da Club - throw some chairs
(*DJ Scratching*) Break - Break...Break - Break...Break Something
[Juvenile]
Aiyo smoke something, choke something, 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
Becuz I map it all loud and then I put in work
You with them freaks - I be in the streets
Y`all be wearing them Bee`s - I be wearing Ree`s
Running wit` my g`s from the U-T-P
This is where I`m gonna be until I D-I-E
Wodie, it`s goin` down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay
Where niggaz drank V.S.O.P. until they breath stank
Bitch gatta say something, err` time
They never handle they buisness, but staying in line
Seeking you will find, the loaded up .9
Wanted at `cha cuz it of fa` stealin` my mind
Juvenile and Three-6 thats a-one-of-a-kind
Tooken up yo golds - nigga get ready ta blind
[Hook]
[Lil` Wyte]
I`m `Bouta crash da club, break the law
Throw some chairs, crack your jaw
If it`s killing season - ain`t no reason - ain`t no need ta stale
I`m the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain
Non-stop-pop-from-the-top-of-the-clip-in-ya-glock, I still don`t feel you mane
Cause of that, ground the coke and now I`m puffin` a pound of dro
When I`m on that level and wit` my killaz you will be found on the flo`
I must confes, I ain`t `bout shit, but if you think ta cross me bitch
You`ll end up stanky - walk the planky - and empty out your pockets bitch
Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck
Wit` these issues that I`m facing - 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 ta flossin`
Causing problem - dodging bullets - soon as I corrupt the scene
Leaving damage - making havoc reaction fuckin` with 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]
