Mista Don'

[chorus] x4
So high, the time is
So high, so high, so high
So high, the time is
H-a-y slice the blunt, high grade shit (the time is)

[project pat]
You know i get high like jamaican
Light'cha blunts up, shot guns im takin
To the head dawg, break down the hydro
Or some regular, it get'cha high tho
Some of yall like to smoke the bad bitch
Get the light green, but we like cabbage
Get the razor slice down the optic-mo
My nigga, we bousta party
Smokin weed to us is a hobby, eyes like chinese
Smoke in my body, once im high mane
Don't try to blow it, aint no passin
I must enjoy it, me and my dawgs gangsta and heavy
C and toby ride in that chevy, wit the tv's we we got
Plenty
Dope ta smoke on, flashin on twen-ties

[chorus]

[lord infamous]
I love dope, dope loves me
Im high til i d-i-e
With a big bag of bud, and a bag of tooty too
I know that you get high too
As i cheaf, upon the leaf, of swisher sweet
The d the da da o the p the e
The c the da da o the k the e
I need the b da u the da da d
Uh, scarecrows a cloud of smoke, always on the thunder
Puffin on the paper cus white ?? marijuana
I stay fucked up, on a daily basis
Maybe the reason i got all these cases
Extacy orange juice make me me so horny
Super pimp coked out coked out til the morning
Hydro coats on sniff snoff as i sniff sniff
Come let lord infamous take a wiff

[chorus]

[dj paul]
Hcp hypnotize camp posse bitch and it's still on hoe

(chorus 1) (2x)
North north north north north mafia

(chorus 2)
When you fuck wit us well bitch you fuckin with the fuckin best
When you fuck wit us well bitch you fuckin with the fuckin best
When you fuck wit us bitch fuck the rest you fuckin with the best my...
Hypnotize c-a-m-p posse posse

[crunchy blac]
Let me see do you niggas rob
Let me see do you niggas kill
Let me see do you niggas know how to get you a fuckin mill
Let me see do you niggas know how to keep shit real
If you faking the deal then you get your ass killed
Ain't no hating round here nigga we bout our business
All we trying to get is paper and we ain't even witness
You talk a whole bunch of shit get your head bussed bitch
We put bodies in the back of of our pickup bitch
And droppin em in a ditch

[lord infamous]
Bitch eat these hollow tips and die fuckin one through brain and rib cage
Once they come simulate through your lungs make sure dum-dums don't die today
Dig these hoes bury these foes bitch keep your nose up out my tray
Toss grenades chopper spray stay the fuck up out my way
Leave dem casket doors closed nuthin left but nigga guts
Take a paper sac don't be at the funeral throwing up
None of his remains but these thangs i left in his truck
Sincerly yours lord infamous scarecrow

[la chat]
Don't have to be no stranger violate bitch your life in danger
A trigga nigga bitch that showin no pity full of anger
I said from the start mothafucka i warned you i got no love
It's staight from the heart when i fuck your body up with them slugs
La chat you know me hoe i'm always seen in the streets
But you never gonna try to talk to me wishing cause you bitches too weak
If you fuck with me it'll be your life a simple chance that you takin
Clicked up with the hypnotize camp of life so all you bitches quit hatin

[juicy j]
Yeah on that ecs we rollin rollin
North memphis pistols totin totin
Baby bottles full of cert
With that ice we keep it frozen
Fills of nigga on my hip
Baby i might take a sip
When i'm in the studio
Envy he might take a slip
Ounce of green we break it down
Kings of memphis on the town
So you niggas take that ink
Trying to stretch it with that frown

[crunchy blac]
Cause all i wanna know is can you smoke with me smoke with me
Cheif on that weed you smokin dope with me dope with me

[dj paul]
Bitch this a real mothafuckin click
Niggas out here traytin flodgin fakin on my profit shit
Trying to steal my name trying to have my fame even wanna look like me
Plenty niggas join the game but only the real break the meat
Bring the pain bring the noise get respect cash the check
Everything be cool till they try to get what i get
Fire hot platinum plaque matching chains with the watch
Let me see you haters bring any plaques back to he spot
Bring it on nigga bring it on don't forget to bring dem tones nigga bring dem tones
Nigga hope you be bout pullin triggas cause figgas i hang with to
Thugs in hcp don't carry a gun nigga we carryin two
Wanna be's never be's nobody's you asking me
Just a bunch of niggas that wanna claim that low down dirty three
Pop you bitches in the back give your mamma's heart attacks
From this day forth i declare war i hope you niggas ready for that (okay)

[project pat]
I represent north memphis where your cars will be stolen
Young niggas buck as hell nuts will get swollen
Mothafuck the police dope we be holding
Poppin out some lead empty clips then reloading
Ghetto thug niggas out the hood what we molding
Turn ya outer weed ecstasy and that blowin
Pullin robberies jacking sprees dollars foldin
Murder first degree fuck with me i ain't goin
Out here on these bricks making licks off of suckas
Armed to the t you can die mothafucka
Trying to get a piece it's the slang we be using
Of the fuckin pie riding twanks we be crusing
Violators dome and your head get so woozy
All fuckin day bodies stay on the newsy
Hypnotize minds on a rise for a come up
Strapped wit them thangs those who hate will get fucked up

[t-rock]
My hcp gorillas making stance fractured skulls exploding brains
To make it tame we came to put a strain of running game of lames
Mafia niggas plan a fit weapons like black panther shit
Decinegrate your life and take your breath just like a cancer stick
I blast with no hessitance no fingerprint evidence
My mafia resiment will bomb on your residents
I'm t-rock and i dwell in slums of the ak to represent
But call me mr. washington cause i'm all about presidents

chickenheads


(chorus)
Bwok bwok, chicken chicken
Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)
Bwok bwok, chicken chicken
Bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)

(project pat)
Bald-head scallywag, ain't got no hair in back
Gelled up weaved up, yo hair is messed up
Need to get bout a hustle mission
Get up on loot run to beautician
Run game until the game is gravy
That don't mean spend cheese fo tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head
Ain't a thang eat a chicken wang
Got some gold teeth, at the club try ta shake that thang
Try ta get a piece, chicken chicken always into some dumb shit
Shoulda paid ya light bill, you bought a outfit
Stay at ya mammy house and keep a smart mouth
It's project pat memphis tenn represent the south
So pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin
Full of that mo'-mo' holla at a chicken

Chorus

(la chat)
Yeah you like my outfit, don't even fake the deal
I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill

(project pat)
Always in my face talkin this and that
Girl i had to buy some rims for da cadillac

(la chat)
You riding clean but ya gas tank is on e
Be steppin out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet

(project pat)
That's just the meter broke youn't know'cha talkin bout
Anyway them new jordans finna come out

(la chat)
Hate see ya in a club, ya mobbin wit a mug
Knowin that ya ridin wit ya boy, ya nothin but a scrub

(project pat)
But he was with me, that's when you hated
Cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted

(la chat)
I sho did in our face drankin on that "yak"
Mouth fulla gold but yo ass need some tic-tacs

(project pat)
What? you need some gum, breathe like some thunder
What you lookin at? i don't want yo phone number
(boy please whateva)

Chorus

(dj paul)
Now these chickenhead hoes see this platinum think it's white gold
See the 20 inch pirelli's roll mane thank the vogues
Dodgin all my foes ridin caddy truck wit dvd
A flock of broads follow me from the club to break they knees
Knowin that's all i want straight out the club
The rest ain't smellin right the last thang on they mind is freshin up
It's goin down tonight, weave in they head
Weed in they purse, still crunk
Baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk

(juicy j)
I been known to hold my own
I been known to ride on chrome
I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones
I'm the fool supplyin tha dro
I'm the fool supplyin tha blow
I'm the playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do
Tellin me that you diggin me
Tellin me i'm yo man to be
Girlfriend its gone cost a fee
Get yo ass and work the streets
Pay ya boy and make me rich
So we keep them swisher's lit
Pay yo fees we count them g's
Cashin it from all you chicks

Chorus

[chorus 2x]
Real playaz like to smoke a (whole lotta weed)
Drinkin bottles of that liquor (all that we need)
This 9mm (will make you bleed)
I advise you niggaz (dont fuck wit me)

[project pat]
Real playaz like to smoke a
Stroke a offa in her throata
Bend ova let me poke her
Dont take me fo a joka
Hollows will make ya croaka
My hands around your throata
Grip grip tight and choke her
Hate hate me fo no reason
Beat beat yo like a ???
Pumpkin head whatchu getta
It must be killin season
For some droppas and suckas
Coward ass mothufuckas
Poppin off that cappa
Could get chu killed like othas
Maybe its not yo time
Maybe it could be mine
Then put me in a box and burry me wit my nine
Forty-fo and my side
Hatas up in ???
Wishin they put tha bullets up in my body
But thats if im a gonna
When i smell the aroma
Of brown cold liquor and polted marijuana
Project pat in this bitcha
Tryin to man get richa
The first hit off this dope is gonna getcha

[chorus 2x]

Stay down about cho gama
Fama i never claima
For those who are a stranga
Strange couse i do not knowa
Chip chip on yo shoulda
Im knockin out yo teeths
Hits hard just like a boulda
Im creepin in the nova
A nigga done got boulda
His life is gon be ova
Grey tape with clip bananna
I kidnap i can handle
He came to me with anna
He should of mind his manners
I hit him with the tecca
Damn near tore off his necka
He prayin im gon squosh him
He shoulda prayed to mecca
You hataz like to tick me
Squeeze triggaz till im empty
This weed turned me out
I damn near let it ???
Smokin nothin but that fire
(damn that was my last line dog)
Nigga you's a lia
So you tryin to screw me
I told you not to do me
Im drinkin on that brewsky
This shit is goin threw me

Whole lotta whole lotta whole lotta..........
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

Out the pen
One more get
Is yo dog stackin ens
Makin cheese fuckin hoes
Knockin ducks off they toes
Up the nose
Goes the white
Pimpin hoes take a flight
Like a kite like a plane
My nigga im the man
Mista dont take no shit
Mista well take yo bitch
Ten toes bout to bes
Cowards cant handle these
Scandle these ? north
Bout to bust on my boys
Check niggaz fo they grip
Pistols ? busted lip
Busted chops thats yo ass
Punk bitch wheres the cash
Money green chedder cheese
All bitches hit they knees
Serve em up ready to rock
Disturbute them ???
Always keep a mere glock
Place it up to your back
Fat sacks your smokin on
Mack man wit a tone
P-a-t bout the lout
Ridin by then i shoot
Whos to say cheefin hay
Hustlin to get pay
Round the clock
Round the way
Gettin minds every day

Chorus
If you ain't from my hood you can get from round here (x4)

I don't know them niggas (x2)
I don't fuck with them niggas
I don't know them hoes
I don't fuck with them hoes

[project pat]
I know this sucka from the suburbs
Cool with this other motherfucker on the outskirts
Tried to get project pat caught up in this shizurb
Since you niggaz hate then your plan didn't wizork
On that atl tattle tale to my bizurbs
Say you saw me with anotha gal now don't be scared
Man you might as well throw in your towel youse a fake thug
Face to face i shoot you in your mouth
Cuz ain't no love say you from the north memphis ten but i doubt that
Stick ya'lls noze in others folks affairs we ain't bout that
Weak motherfucker wanna stare when you see me
Couldn't wait to snitch punk
Bitch you wanna be me
Gotta pay some dues but my shoes to big for ya
Don't be out here trying to claim my hood i don't know ya
Turn state niggas ask if you was a roller
Police ass nigga watch your mouth i done told ya
Weak ass boy

Chorus

Still out to get paid down for lucha leray
Fuck all the bullshit and he say she say
Those who oppose me shall get no leway
Lying on real niggas end up in gun play
Punk mutherfucker you gonna hear this and feel me
Smile in my face really wanna kill me
Thats if you had heart to pull the trigga
Catcha murda charge i don't think so my nigga
Weak ass hoes play games like they killas
Always runnin mouth braggin on they niggas
? did and i did not have no dough
No fresh clothes cuz a playa was real poor
I was locked up 2 to 1 wearing bo bo's
Playin dominos shooting dice big ol afros
Now i'm on the town and i'm layin the smack down
Nigga i ain't you best to check my background

Chorus

[dj paul]
Man i'm tired of playing with cha boyz
Think its time i kill you boyz
Wanna run and grab them toys
Fuckin round with real mccoys
Coward boys that bring the noise
Rollin' round in suv's, dvd's
Man fuck some 20's i'm lo key
Lookin for y'all cowards cuz y'all talking out the side of your mouth
Knowin that the triple 6 is one of the hardest rappers out
Dj paul and juicy j, best producers in the town
I've been got the crown those that ain't down get run down

[juicy j]
Man if one of you bitches wanna step up to the juice
Talking bout that nigga wrong talkin bout what cha gonna do
Man its on if you rappers wanna bring it to the door
To you crosses in my click i'm treat you like a hoe
I'm a tell you like this if you talkin in my face
You gonna start a major war be prepared to hit the floor
Everytime you see me coming you be speakin like we cool
Ain't your motherfucking nigga and ain't no motherfucking fool

boy, its bout to get real scary up in here
You got the original break the laws up in here for you hos
Three 6 mafia, project pat,weak niggaz guard your grills, tuck your chains in
Your shirts, its goin down break the law nigga

Chorus:x4 break the law (we aint playin)
Break the law (we aint playin)
Break the law (we aint playin, we aint playin, we aint playin)

Verse 1: we aint playin young nigga, who the fuck is say we playin
We just bout to kill yo ass, and its already planned
To many bullshit niggaz done been off in my click
But i spit them boys out cause they tastin like some shit
I admit my click now is nothin but memphis best
But i had to delete alot of clowns in the process
Fuck that shit we keepin the bitches hot
Cause we makin the millions and they hands aint in this spot
Haters mad on the town cause the niggaz got it made
Wanna rap their fuckin songs but these junkies aint get paid
Slammin do's pimpin ho's while ya limmiz in a daze
Wanna step up in the club ill be glistlin with a glaze
I would let ya hit this crown but you bitches cant behave
I would let you hit this fire but you bitches smokin sage
Better catch up with your clan cause you took me from your grave
When a nigga catch ya slippin its the beem in yo face

(chorus)

Verse 2: see i can hita hita sticka sticka get a nigga fast
Im kickin in some doors put a nigga on his ass
And if hes talkin trash ill put him in a bag
A body fuckin bag man i shoulda wore a mask
I stickin stickin move a body body bruise
I break the fuckin law and i aint playin with ya fool
You got an attitude now watch me use my tool
I lock and fuckin load and let the mothafucka loose (blood)
I know this nigga who got punked out after every class
He was a bitch in school and now he told a gun and badge
Put on a uniform and now he think hes super bad
Man fuck you bitch you still can lay the rest under the grass
I do not give a fuck because you are a officer, ill put you in a cofin sir you
Fuckin with a slaughterer
Bitch the police dont serve protect they buyin pussy
And projects some niggas pay em off to sell their dope around the city
(chorus)
Breakin laws glockin jaws rip in out and take a taste
You can smell my fuckin nuts while this tone is in yo face
Shove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smoke
Im a leave you bitches dead cut a sunroof in yo head
Do your stuff and get mugged when i shoot then i peel out
But before that happen im a tear your fuckin grill out
Bitch your business down till your covered in your own blood
Shoot a couple a rounds momma house aint no fuckin love
Anyone ya niggaz wanna get some i got some
Blow they fuckin ass off double barrelled shotgun
Dont be comin my way, bodies stank like moth balls
Swing an iron bat to your head like a golf ball
Ride up on your ass then i let the luger speak
Im the judge and the jury when i see you in the street
Its the project nigga row ready man to kill a ho
Put the thang to yo head squeez the trigga let it blow
(chorus)

[chorus]
We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho, naw we ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho, naw we ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho, naw we ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho, naw we ain't scared ho

[project pat]
The pain is what, i'll bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has flipped and hypnotized has came
Cause we the crew are rich off in the game
The hood is hard like cotton pickin day
We breakin law just like we bayin slaves
We blaze and ride my mouth it fool of gold's
We sell the snow we also kick in do's
The murder rate increases to the full
The 'dro is passed after i take a pull
I'm hustlin sun up until sun down
A pharmacist wit client out on the town
We wild just like the gorillas in the zoo
If you fo weed then i'ma fuck wit you
Retaliation nigga it's a must
Don't get too close the rugers they will bust

[chorus]

[project pat]
I'm the main nigga on these bricks who don't give a fuck
If i had to rob a trick or a armored tuck
Lay it down don't you make a sound or i shall unload
Face the ground fo i buck you down project ain't no hoe
To the rule of society heavy in this shit
Slang chan standing on my feet playa i'm da nigga
Who could say when the bullets spray that i won't get hit
That's the change my nigga strapped with extra clip
Projo in and come in to blast lookin through the mask
Full of gin question neva ask murder is the task
Poppin lead till i empty the whole magazine
To yo head tryin to chop it off like a guillotine
Costing me and you know i cant except a loss
In the m we like to get high and we like to cross
Who's the boss is the man standing round the chock line
Growin old with his wife and kids didn't do time

[chorus]

[project pat]
Keep a trick and it ain't a hoe know dat i ain't a hoe
Pull the triga back ai'm fo dome crush a cantalo upe
Kill em by my weaponry
Man i got no preferences
Nothing but some bullets fo you punks with discrepancy
Conflicts bully shit anna and i hateraed
Don't be talking crazy to me hoe cause i ain't your bitch
Convict busten head with a heart neva scared
Quick to pull a chesten o will shoot the fuckin lead
Police think they can get some
Drunk and strapped with a gun
You can see what i'm bout
They goin to have to take me out
Chill nigga keep it chill weak niggas fake the deal
Goin out to goin out to do some shit, hesitation got em kill
Worried bout consequence, worried bout the witnesses
Put a mask on go'n in and do the shit
Tell the nigga chop it off, make the suckas give ya some
Take the goody good, don't just stand there nigga run

[chorus]

(project pat)
I was broke pocket full of lint now i'm on the bricks
Getting paid like no other dog now i'm stackin' chips
On the road like a trucker man had to take some trips
Doing shows for my brothers but strapped with extra clicks
Just in case any sucker would wanna run his lips
A female i don't trust her cause women like to trip
I stay all by my getty green hell with some time
There some crime that was petty seem still getting mine
All this hate trip i'm hearing though you i ain't fearing
Better try to be growing old man with your children
Escalate what a nigga staring his last days nearing
Trying to get it right with god only one who i'm fearing
Hopin' i'ma make it keep it real
Never knew i get the chances for a nigga to get paid
So i take it living like a player should
Wishin' that you could knowin' it's all to the good
Still down with the hood

(chorus: repeat)
This life we live (life as we see it)
See it's oh so beautiful (oh it's so) beautiful
Oh so beautiful (oh it's so beautiful)

(project pat)
Last year my cousin took a fall, a sad song
Seem like we were just on the phone now he gone
People use to try to judge him sayin' he was wrong
But you can't try to judge a man you do you wrong
Smokin' out on a daily base i'm in the clouds
Drinkin' liqour fallin' on my face
Wondering how i survive all this foolishness
Up in the street ridin' dirty i ain't new to this
I'm packin' heat but the streets very hazardous
To a niggaz health watch your step you ain't lazarus
You'll meet your death
I'm the man from the north, north site of the town
With the will to support me and keep em found
Stayin' down got your gold grills dro in the air
Barbecue on the grill sun cool for a player
When i ride through the streets hoes are plentiful
Cause the life that we live so beau-ti-ful

(chorus) 2x

(project pat)
Gotta take the good with the bad
Smile with the sad, love what you got
And remember what you had messin' with the ones
Who help me in the times
When i was flat broke didn't even have a dime
My family they was there, my niggaz they was there
The rest of ya'll left me for dead didn't care
I use to have dreams livin' large in this thang
And by the grace of god i'm still alive in this thang
I strive in this game to get all that i can
Never said i'm the man, respect me as a man
To you ones think i owe you somethin'
Now that's a joke think you bad come and get you somethin'
How low to dope
Either treal either fake
You can love you can hate
Either go and get your own or you can't sit and wait
On the next man to come up you can peep this
You can do what i do handle your bu-si-ness

(chorus) 2x