Where They Hang - Da Headbussaz

I said where dem bitches hang

Where dem bitches hang

We got dem thangs

We out the frame, fuck em' off

(Juicy J)

I know a lot of Memphis rappers, glad my brother went to jail

They can put their cd out, and see if that wack ass shit gonna sell

Mane I hope you haters knew this Hypnotize ain’t gonna stop

If you wanna go to war, bring your group, bring your Glock

We ain’t scared of no bitches and we ain’t barrin' you niggas

All you cowards wanna roll, you gonna feel these triggas

Boy, I bet you cocksuckas wanna be Juicy

But you gotta play catch up my nig, it ain’t easy

(D.J. Paul)

I said I’m a killer by nature my nigga

Killer by my blood, killer by religion

Most of my niggas nice with the trigga

Hits so hard with slugs left him in the river

Get her, I ain’t did her cause I deliver a hitter

From my steela to your liver, I left his back sowed wide open

A rapper shouldn’t have let his mouth open

(Fiend)

Gun toter, drug run go’er

Cut these niggas necks like lawnmower

With shawty tight cause you can’t go to the prom for her

It’s survivest and the quitters waiting to dawn for ya

Before you yawn they’ll be mourning for ya

Coroners, I ring alarms and fire arms extend, I’m warring

Can’t repent the bullet rain when it get to pouring

Poppin' at my lil cuz’ll see we ain’t ignoring

One doesn’t wanna dash, foot down touchin flooring

For some layed at, ain’t gotta be payback

New grip on my pistol, and I might just wanna spray that

Say black, don’t we war for reason

Child go brawlin' up treason

Solve it all, when they spoil and they breathing

Would’ve of did it at the club

But stupid went to his clubhouse

Snubbed him out, vided out, Lil Pimp his drug house

Got three pounds of different bud’s a route

Sounds like he knows what thugs about, if ever a doubt

(Juicy J)

We scopin' out this boy, now we’re trailing him from his job

Mane don’t lose that fool, I wanna shoot him in the heart

I heard the boy be packing, seen him reaching for his rod

His face was turning red, I thought he went into a shock

I bucked a couple times, I heard the shot up from the glass

He swerve from left to right, but I was bumper on his ass

The boy was riding rover, so his motor kinda fast

He shot back once, I slowed my roll and then he start to mash

(D.J. Paul)

Now I done let you hoes play too long

I got no problem with these rappers

But me and these ceo’s bout to get it on

You bitches better get your business right

While you all off, beat sound stupid on the fucking mic

And nigga build you an power from scratch on the top

Instead of riding on people other niggas made hot

You niggas wanted it on that’s what you got

But you could believe Hypnotize gonna blow the spot bitch