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Frayser Boy — H.C.P Lyrics

f/ H.C.P.







* send corrections to the typist







[DJ Paul]



Yeah, H.C.P. Defeat does not exist in this Camp



Do you hear me it's goin down



Yhe niggaz who's sellin for real



Ya boys hurtin out there man



I see your sound scans we killin you baby



And we gon keep bringing this pain



and this motherfuckin bump in your motherfuckin speakers







[DJ Paul]



See I'm the number one killa for these bitch ass niggaz



Got guns got rope for a bitch ass nigga



Plastic bags, duck tape for a bitch ass nigga



Stolen cars, sellin hoes for a bitch ass nigga



S K's, double clips for a bitch ass nigga



40 cal. on the hip for a bitch ass nigga



Ridin Benz's shootin at you old bitch ass nigga



Hypnotize we allergic to a bitch ass nigga



Niggaz wanna talk shit you a kid to me



I'll fuck you up, real dog, its some killas with me



In the end you won't see me, just wait for my calls



Ill ride by shoot your momma's house up and all



And leave a motherfucker bleedin on the carpet



Walk right up to your bedroom window and don't stop it



Nigga you started, I won't when I brought you back



Momma dead in the Lexus, when you look back







[Crunchy Black]



Hold up my nigga



This is danger you is facing



Ima crank the fuckin chain saw



And cut you like Jason



Aint wastin no time



Ima go on head and let my smith and wesson



Gone shine my nigga, yall be hatin



Aint no hatin on me dog



Ima leave you layin in the motherfuckin street dog



Now catch this heat yall, lock it and release yall



I'm just tryin to keep some mutherfuckin peace dog



Yall Testin me







[Juicy J]



People always asking bout Project Pat



Did he get ten years, or did he time go flat



Well ima tell you like this, its a baller battle



Try to prosecute a nigga, probably taller than Shaq



Me and my brother been down, since the days a rap



Hangin out Cypress Garden tryin to sell the crack



Can't no money or no bitch can relate to that



Throught he good and the bad ima have his back



So ima tell you young niggaz in the streets today



That be standing on the block, smoke chokin that hay



The Police, Prosecutors are the enemies



Dont get caught up in that cross yo decsion you make



If I could turn back the hands of time, I would



And tell my big brother the gun ain't no good



He got one strike a felon, thats good



?







[Lord Infamous]



Its the heavyweight Champion chip of rap



I hope you did all your sit ups and ran your laps



Cause I'm ready for the whole damn ten round bout



Throw a jab left, up, right, to the map



And I don't think your boys gonna help you this time



Cause you done fucked around with the roll down kind



Got get a bump and grind gotta bump me the pine



Gotta nine to your spine, yo I gotta get mine



With that in mind, yo for what I am highly trained



Insane mane, and I gotta very good aim



So bring yo bandaids and your pain killers



We foe killer, type of niggaz



Best believe we keepin you injured



Even worse then you in pictures



So get buck if you really think you want to



Best believe Lord is gonna come back and haunt you







[Lil Wyte]



Calls it quits when you talk cause you spoke my name



Gotta switch when you walk, lookin like you a dame



Lil Wyte, yeah I rocked it when I entered the game



Cause Ima hussler on my bumpin for my fortune and fame



And its a blessin, not a question, being part of this Camp



Learn a lessin from this blessin you can't fuck with this Fam'



Youll come up missin when you glisten your lil wrist I'm not dissin



Until the center of attention, and your momma you listenin



And I'm the one bringing thunder to this sky you wonder



Fuck around wit a mugger and Ill then make you wonder



What happened to this little craker it was just marijuana



His shoes just got a little bigger, I just gonna warn you



That he was creepin from the slab, where the gat is packed



Pull a Cop killer bullets that'll pierce your back



I tried to save your soul and plus state the facts



But still bitch made motherfucker's get laid flat







[Frayser Boy]



Muthafucker cock sucker you don't want none of this



Bitch pull a trigger tell a nigga fuckin wit this shit



HCP best believe, bring the motherfuckin pain



Clickin on you, hittin on you, we ain't playin no games



Fuck you off, we the boss, got the city on lock



Glock my side, time of ride, Got the sawed bitch cocked



Wit a nigga makin moves, in this fuckin rap shit



Trigger pull it, get a bullet, cause you know I'm strapped bitch



Know a bunch of niggaz some real, some fake, some hate, Some trake



So I get them bitches out the way



Dont you test, be my guess, We gone bust the steal



Nigga one less, shoot less, tone to the head feel



Nigga what you wanna do dog



Bring the shit to the fan



Every stressin, got you goin down like quick sand



Frayser Boy, Rep of course, find me in the fuckin Bay



Slangin work, doin dirt, quickin wit the AK



Pass the gat and lets ride



Lord is in your house best go hide



Crunchy gon smack you cross the head wit the Tone



Juicy the type nigga you best leave lone



Paul ain't gone talk at all he gon blast



Fuckin wit this click you bitch you won't last



Much love to my nigga Pat and thats real



Lil Wyte reppin Bay with me don't get killed