Hypnotize Camp Posse/Project Pat/Rinky Dink Whatever Ho Lyrics

DJ Paul:
Yeah you m____fuckin' hoes
Y'all know the m____fuckin' dead Hypnotize Camp and Profit Posse in this
m____fucka
Get one of these gold plaques on the wall before you talk some old
m____fuckin' s___
b____, it's whatever n____
We in this m____fucka for the 9-9, 9's to your head ho
(Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya)

Juicy J:
Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun b____
Evergreen gats have got these cowards on the run b____
Kill 'em like they convicts
Know they hear them guns click
Doped up like a m____fucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the f___in' same block
With a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 o'clock clock n____ like to slang cuz I be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you n____z hatin'

Lord Infamous:
I'ma be every f___in' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I'ma break every f___in' b____, fatalities that I can bring
I'ma millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I wanna kill
You weak a__ n____z don't want Lord Infamous from South Parkway to get ill
Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, with the guns you b____es y'all
best get steel
Scarecrow, Club House, yes it gets ill
So, all y'all listen closely don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be s___ with out us b____
Don't forget

Cruchy Black:
Killin' ain't s___
b____es ain't s___
n____z ain't s___
Bodies in a ditch
How many n____z done talked that s___
About the Project f___in' Pat, Thug Posse ya b____
n____z gon' talk, b____es gon' start
m____fuckaz gonna get they bodies in a trunk
All I want is cash
m____fuckaz have
Get down on your knees
Gimme all your cash

ScanMan:
Whoa, m____fucka watch yourself, just watch your back
Cause still we chillin' with Pat
Straped with them gats
Be ready to attack
All you hatin' a__ n____z that wanna jump, yo punk what's up
You better come up real with your m____tfuckin' s___, cause boy, it's gonna
get rough
Situation's gone bad, for you n____z claimin' killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin' drillin' holes inside your liver
How you figure, I was gon' let you talk that s___ and peep these streets
Sayin' "That ScanMan boy's a b____" know watch them throw lights out in my
head

DJ Paul:
Killin', buckin', buckin up in Gunfire
Bullets rickin' off the walls, n____ this is Warfare
Suckaz claimin' they got nuts
You don't know these elephants
Specialize in takin' notes
Specialize in nappy hoes
n____z this is serious, I can't play no games no more
n____z actin' curious, but I think they know the score
b____es know the Hypnotize medallion show what click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain', in this game

MC Mack:
Alot of n____z talk that s___ and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the n____ known for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks
Busta a__ n____, run you mouth and get your a__ blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, come a gat back now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a f___ about another n____
if he's speakin' use your counter attack
Rollin' like a n____ smack a n____ like a n____ smack a b____, you crump,
you ain't no busta
Ain't no love lost off in my heart, there's no place colder
Won't you come a little closer n____, you won't be rollin' our

T-Rock:
Socialists up actin' miss servin' sevens
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries civil
Homies swithin', actin' fickle
But if you f___ with family ties, we leave you triple
That n____ there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, only man
ain't chival
Erasin' ample businesses all in the name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat pops
Away from the gravity, stand and point your a Tech and see him drop

Gangsta Boo:
Yeah I know, I know
Down, down, baby goin' down, down
Sweet dreams baby, Rock-a-bye baby
n____z wanna run up, we be flexin' the Tech and
Be pointed at ya we comin', and I b____, I bet ya, I bet ya
You wanna hit 'em, but n____ you an't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venom
I know b____es out there lovin' me, n____z got dreams of f___in' me
f___in' me ain't the story gon' f___ you up more than me

DJ Paul:
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
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Whatever

Project Pat:
Alot of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let the m____fuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' with my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana
If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to bust
Caught that n____z slippin' at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery, blowin' on greenery
Know I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I don't explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your m____fuckin' lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want none

Mynor El Salvador