Flaugin Ass n*ggas/b*tches lyrics

(DJ Paul)
It is I my son
The king of the motherf*ckin' "M" awakened
By all you hatin ass hoes you b*tch you
And its going motherf*ckin' down
For all you motherf*ckin wannabe Hypnotize Camp Posse ass n*ggas
Who we got in this motherf*cker count out

(Crunchy Blake)
Crunchy Blake up in this b*tch

(Lord Infamous)
Lord soldier

(La Chat)
A real treal b*tch

(Frazer Boy)
You got frazy boy in this motherf*cker
Like to ride on you b*tch made n*ggas

(Lord Infamous)
n*gga get all yo boys, Tell them to bring all there guns
And being y'all some hoes, I got to eat'um when we come
When I don't tuck it, Yo pressure point with 44 slugs
On this *** I'm feelin this commented by this thug
Head bust put yea, In mudda huh
It's the rip yea for a hour, Leave yea skull f*cked up
Plus I'll double bust, to yo nuts, cough'em up sl*t
Drop the needle and then I'm callin Triple Six up
(La Chat)
Who run it, I know you know, Quite playin you hatin ho
La Chat can't take no mo, We brangin it to the door
I got the tech 9, 45 can't forget the A.K
Fin to take you to the streets, No you b*tches clean away
Man I'm sick'in tired of you talking I'm up and on my donkin
Is it you that I would be stalking, I'm walkin, b*tches walkin
Hope you n*ggas payin attention to everything I mention
sh*t I'm up and full of dat sh*t and I'm going on a mission

(Juicy J)
Now sippin on some gin and some mo, and some mo
Watchin n*ggas in the room snotin blow, snotin blow
They got weed, and its already rolled, ready rolled
Quit baby sitting that doe, that doe
Now I'm so f*ckin buzzed I'm bout to faint, bout to faint
Sittin back watchin R. Kelly tapes, Kelly tapes
Now everytime you see a player we be high, we be high
So come and get a piece of n*gga pie, n*gga pie

(Frazer Boy)
I be sycophantic, don't you panic, you can't handle it
So god damn it, you can't stand it, leave you stranded
Push up n*gga you been bradin, I been pacin you are facin
f*ckin killer in your placin, heart is racin, y'all be racin
Both to catch another casin, kill and n*gga, drill a n*gga
Fell me n*gga, I don't give a f*ck about what you said I'm the illest n*gga
Pistol bucker, drama lovin, poppa sucka, motherf*cker, like no other
I'm a lethal weapon, like I'm Danny Glover
(Crunchy Blake)
n*gga let me tell you my specialty, my specialty
Its getting you n*ggas, lock and load with the gun and pullin the trigger
How the f*ck you figure, that a n*gga ain't robbin you n*gga
When I'm out here, tryin to get life di*ka di*ka
Yo body up when I kill ya n*gga
Shouldn't talked that sh*t cause I pull the trigger
How the f*ck y'all n*ggas
Wanna go to war when y'all ain't bad enough for us boy

(DJ Paul)
See I'm the kings of kings, scare crows the lord of us
And f*ckin up in my kindom is something you can't afford
Tryin to compete with hypnotize man, I wouldn't even try that
My low keys cost 70 G's n*gga can you buy that
You wonder why I had the for sale sign in the yard, b*tch I sold my crib
My new house cost 1 million, and this some king sh*t, mtv crib sh*t
Yo mouth done dropped, you start to drool you need a bib b*tch
Before you dis me n*gga turn yo pockets inside out, clean yo shoes and you
Pants bring the starch right out
Cause I'm the K.O.M., you wishin you was down with this click
But you choose other wise so you a clown to this click
In the streets n*gga you get nothing but frowns from this click
And we done covered all sides of this country you b*tch
So if you ever get a chance to get your source out right
You'll be like me n*gga Nas all you'll have is one mic
(all together speaking)