Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho

(album: Ghetty Green - 1999)

[DJ Paul:]
Yeah you muthafucking hoes
Y'all know the muthafucking dead Hypnotize Camp and Profit Posse in this
muthafucka
Get one of these gold plaques on the wall before you talk some old
muthafucking shit
Bitch, it's whatever nigga
We in this muthafucka 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 bitch
Evergreen gats have got these cowards on the run bitch
Kill 'em like they convicts
Know they hear them guns click
Doped up like a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the fucking same block
With a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang cuz I be hustling weight and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hating

[Lord Infamous:]
I'ma be every fucking piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I'ma break every fucking bitch, fatalities that I can bring
I'ma millie my pillie but killie, killing everything that I wanna kill
You weak ass niggaz 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 bitches 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 shit with out us bitch
Don't forget

[Cruchy Black:]
Killing ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit
Niggaz ain't shit
Bodies in a ditch
How many niggaz done talked that shit
About the Project fucking Pat, Thug Posse ya bitch
Niggaz gon' talk, bitches gon' start
Muthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a trunk
All I want is cash
Muthafuckaz have
Get down on your knees
Gimme all your cash

[ScanMan:]
Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch your back
Cause still we chilling with Pat
Straped with them gats
Be ready to attack
All you hating ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk what's up
You better come up real with your muthatfucking shit, cause boy, it's gonna
get rough
Situation's gone bad, for you niggaz claiming killaz
Automatic triggaz pulling drilling holes inside your liver
How you figure, I was gon' let you talk that shit and peep these streets
Saying "That ScanMan boy's a bitch" know watch them throw lights out in my
head

[DJ Paul:]
Killing, bucking, buckin up in Gunfire
Bullets ricking off the walls, nigga this is Warfare
Suckaz claiming they got nuts
You don't know these elephants
Specialize in taking notes
Specialize in nappy hoes
Niggaz this is serious, I can't play no games no more
Niggaz acting curious, but I think they know the score
Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show what click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintaing, in this game

[MC Mack:]
Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up getting the wig split
It's MC Mack, the nigga known for smacking, jacking, Cracker Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass 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 fuck about another nigga
if he's speaking use your counter attack
Rolling like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, 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 nigga, you won't be rolling our

[T-Rock:]
Socialists up acting miss serving sevens
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries civil
Homies swithing, acting fickle
But if you fuck with family ties, we leave you triple
That nigga there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, only man
ain't chival
Erasing ample businesses all in the name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocks
Banging 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 going down, down
Sweet dreams baby, Rock-a-bye baby
Niggaz wanna run up, we be flexing the Tech and
Be pointed at ya we coming, and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet ya
You wanna hit 'em, but nigga you an't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry ain't nothing but venom
I know bitches out there loving me, niggaz got dreams of fucking me
Fucking me ain't the story gon' fuck you up more than me

[DJ Paul:]
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[Project Pat:]
Alot of gunfire, busting on you hoes to get my point across
Riding in your hood and let the muthafucking bullets toss
Tossing me a berries pack, now I'm tossing you some dramma
Riding with my congregation, and we smoking on marijuana
If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to bust
Caught that niggaz slipping at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery, blowing 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 rolling deep, hitting like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be looking dumb cause I don't explain
I maintain, killaz catching drinks, Project cathing cappers
Shooting at your muthafucking lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want none