* (DJ Paul)  It is I my son  The king of the motherfuckin' "M" awakened  by all you hatin ass hoes you bitch you  And its going motherfuckin' down  For all you motherfuckin wannabe Hypnotize Camp Posse ass niggas  Who we got in this motherfucker count out    (Crunchy Blake)  Crunchy Blake up in this bitch    (Lord Infamous)  Lord soldier    (La Chat)  A real treal bitch    (Frazer Boy)  You got frazy boy in this motherfucker  like to ride on you bitch made niggas    (Lord Infamous)  Nigga 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 fucked up  Plus I'll double bust, to yo nuts, cough'em up SLUT  Drop the needle and then I'm callin Triple Six up    (La Chat)  Who run it, I know you know, Quite playin you hatin hoe  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 bitches 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, bitches walkin  Hope you niggas payin attention to everything I mention  Shit I'm up and full of dat shit and I'm going on a mission    (Juicy J)  Now sippin on some gin and some mo, and some mo  Watchin niggas 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 fuckin 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 nigga pie, nigga 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 nigga you been bradin, I been pacin you are facin  Fuckin killer in your placin, heart is racin, y'all be racin  Both to catch another casin, kill and nigga, drill a nigga  Fell me nigga, I don't give a fuck about what you said I'm the illest nigga  Pistol bucker, drama lovin, poppa sucka, motherfucker, like no other  I'm a lethal weapon, like I'm Danny Glover    (Crunchy Blake)  Nigga let me tell you my specialty, my specialty  Its getting you niggas, lock and load with the gun and pullin the trigger  How the fuck you figure, that a nigga ain't robbin you nigga  When I'm out here, tryin to get life dicka dicka  Yo body up when I kill ya nigga  shouldn't talked that shit cause I pull the trigger  How the fuck y'all niggas  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 fuckin 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 nigga can you buy that  You wonder why I had the for sale sign in the yard, bitch I sold my crib  My new house cost 1 million, and this some king shit, mtv crib shit  Yo mouth done dropped, you start to drool you need a bib bitch  Before you dis me nigga 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 nigga you get nothing but frowns from this click  And we done covered all sides of this country you bitch  So if you ever get a chance to get your source out right  You'll be like me nigga Nas all you'll have is one mic    (all together speaking)