(DJ Paul) Talking  AUUUUUU!! Wolfpack, GET DOWN BITCH!  GET ON THE MUTHA FUCKIN GROUND HOE!  HYPNOTIZE GOT DAMN POSSE IN YO HOUSE BITCH!  Gangsta Boo,Crunchy Blac,Lord Infamous,DJ Paul,Juicy J,La Chat  And my new nigga Frayser Boy!    (Gangsta Boo)  Hypnotize Camp bitch,step into this mask  Get yo ass fucked up bitch, 44 blast  And u lemons lookin at me hard  Gangsta B. assasin gonna catch a fuckin murder charge  Fuckin wit you niggas  Mutha fuckas wit that hoe shit  Circulatin gossip bout the lady, what's the bizness bitch  If u really got a problem then let my niggas know  How you gonna handle that? the wrath of a killer hoe    (Crunchy Blac)  Make the wrong move and body's get bruised  Talk to much fool, and I duct tape you  Act a damn fool and get treated like a fool  What did I do to get stuck in these shoes  Ooooh the fuck? oooh!!! when ya see me come thru  Lock and fuckin load,when I pop at you  Do the damn thing,nigga do what you do  Aint no attitude I'm just being like you    (Frayser Boy)  I'm knockin down you niggas doors  Fuckin all you niggas hoes  Get out the way Im throwin bows  A nigga hurt,don't stop no show  Straight out the Bay a nigga real  Don't try to fake the fuckin deal  All my dogs I know is trill  I'm out here tryna get a meal  Fuckin wit that Hypnotize  I can see it in yo eyes  Frayser Boy it aint no lie   You can kiss yo ass goodbye  I been branded as HCP  Niggas don't u fuck wit me  Just like the Sun bringin heat run up nigga u gone see bitch    (Lord Infamous)  Lords the horrid  Very morbid  Chainsaw roaring  Niggas blood is pouring  Arts of war  I invented the torment  44 gat, all the slugs are swarming  Your the target,hope u can absorb it  My mortuary's got plenty of storage  I got some shit that launch yo ass into orbit  Close the casket  Orbituary poetry    (DJ Paul)  Now Ima break it down for ya since you bitches don't know  Just because u signed wit select-o, you aint a CEO  Ya gotta sell some records first, that's part of the plan  Lets try to see if you can get more than 20,000 on sound scan  You wack ass bitches what ya playin wit this cheese  Ya need to get up on 80 G's and hollar at me  That's the discounted price for a Hypnotize beat  On my wall I got some Golds and I got some PTs  I bet u knew dat Bitch    (Juicy J)  I'm from the hood  I aint no good  Wit 20 niggas deep  We rollin lac wood  You can't faze me  You do amaze me  You say u on top  So why u hate me  You muggin u starin  But I aint carin  Or is it my watch  The platinum the carats  But why u wanna do  What grown folks do  Like go to house of dubbs  And purchase 22's    (La Chat)  I'm puttin the city on lock  I'm finna load up them glocks  I'm gonna blow up ya spot  When ya run ya get popped  Loaded strapped up wit gats  But you can't kill of a mack  You done fucked up ya know dat  I hope you watchin yo back  I gave you props a great bitch  Them killers give me yo shit  La Chat gone blow off yo wig  Why you keep crossin yo nig  I hope ya ready for war  Aint got no time for ya boys  Mayn I got somethin in store  Ya need to play wit ya whore  I get together the tone  Pull up in front of ya home  Ya betta know that it's on  That woman shoot up ya dome  Since ya wanna be a killer  Heres ya chance ya nigga  Lets see do u got the liver  To pull ya gun and the trigga  Alot of bitches hate Chat  But I aint fucked up bout dat  Ya wanna get off some anna  Shit!!! ya know where I'm at  But then ya know how I roll  Ya bitches know what I'm bout  Aint no discussions wit me  I put my foot in yo mouth