We 'Bout To Ride

(专辑： Hypnotize Camp Posse - 2000)

[DJ Paul:]
Yeah nigga
The mother fuckin two time two time motherfuckin champions in this bitch
I got another motherfuckin gold plaque on the wall now nigga
Now tell me what you think about that look me in my eyes
And tell me nigga bitch bitch bitch bitch ho ho ho nigga

[The Showboys – Drag Rap sample:]
Lock 'em in a trunk, yeah that should be fun

[Juicy J:]
We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools
We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools

[DJ Paul:]
(Like this)
Now in my city it's some real, in my city it's some fake
Got some niggas that's gon play, got some niggas that's gon hate
Got some niggas that's gon diss the trill niggas on the tape
But them the ones who want the streets so they start to evaporate
That's why them niggas ain't around no more, cause them niggas couldn't sell no more
Without the Hypnotize or the Prophet nigga you is no more
Got plaques up on my walls, got 20's on my cars
Keep coming like you coming and I'm gonna show you
I ain't fucked up bout no charge nigga

[Juicy J:]
Can you niggas feel my pain?
Catch me standing in the rain
Holding on a rusty tool
Bout to act a fucking fool
Is the 6 the devil though?
Make you wanna powder your nose
Have you smoking hydro weed, satisfaction guaranteed
Bucking wild and throwing signs
Knowing these niggas done loss they minds
Blame it on Caribbean, ooh
When we cock them thangs and shoot
Thinking somebody had seen my face
Neva gon' catch a murder case
Just gonna beat him round for round
And leave him in the river to drown

We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools
We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools
We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools
We 'bout to ride on these fools, put these nines on these fools

[DJ Paul:]
Hahaha y'all niggas still don't understand
Nigga look around motherfucker look the fuck around you
And see who you see nigga, all you see is me
Hypnotized C-A-M-motherfuckin'-P bitch
Come on come on keep it coming keep it coming keep it coming

[Project Pat:]
So you wanna try-a
Nigga with the nine-a
Creep up from behind ya
Like I'm a sunridah
Shoot ya in your spine-a
Slap ya like a minor
Patch out your hizead
Skull bloody rizeed
Staying on the low-low
Hating that's a no-no
Duck tape that trick up
In the trunk you go-go
You gon' shake and shiver, pain I deliver
Kidnapping fools, throw they body in the river

[Koopsta Knicca:]
Let's get this on
You think I just piss off them fucking sluts then ah
The streets' auto-traffic gonna fuck you up but now
I had to tremble quick cause he bump with it
Got some midgets in my clizick now I'm pimping bitch
My friends have brand new teams
Twenties hundred ain't she motherfucking funny
North Memphis come we catching everything and money
Home at night, keep my motherfucking eyes open
Cause last night I dealt up with the feds in the corner store

[Crunchy Black:]
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
I locked 'em in the trunk
And dropped they bodies off
See cash in B.Z. you get that sawed off funk
Point to your head and leave someone dead
Then try that with thugs and be half out your head
See messing with me is like messing with the feds
See messing with me is like being halfway dead
Most niggas don't walk my path I done already laid
Put two in the gun and flex so I won't be in that resting place

[Lord Infamous:]
Don't make me get 'ignant, feel the incision
Arsenic fragments, dagger is jagging
Poison and lashes, two thousand hazardous
Can you imagine
Me with the Magnum?
Fire breathing dragon, blow away the ashes
What the fuck happened, torture and trap them
Satan is digging, Scarecrow premonition
The world is ending, please make a decision

[La Chat:]
Mane fuck that shit go get that bitch and throw her ass in my trunk
That infrared net be getting her head, she make more sounds and she dumped
Where the fuck the evidence, bitch? Only heat for my witness
You think I'm playing what you saying, LaChat ain't bout her business
I tote my Glock I keep it cocked, the .38 slug for a nigga
Could be my brother husband cousin
Fuck him I pull the trigger
Got no remorse won't sympathize
Ain't got no love in my soul
Don't fuck with me know who I be
LaChat that murdering ho

[T-Rock:]
I got him running from my slugs wrath
Niggas get they mugs snapped
Licking shots from plastic Glocks you marinate in blood baths
Ignorance leave my manner
Silently conceal the Anna
Ho I visualize your skull, and split it with the snipers scanner
Insert the cap in Glock
Gunpoint get faster props
Lock and load like master lock and hit you for an aftershock
No mistake so meet your fate
Confiscate the paper chase
Triple 6 is running shit
Cooperate or we make you wait

[Lil E, a.k.a Mack-E:]
You's out there thinking we just bullshitting
About this shit gon' wind up interfering
Motherfuckers with they wig split
Laying there in a coma that you just can't seem to come out of
Now you think a nigga still playing
Bitch what's up cuz
Like I always said
I'm gonna tell you once and ain't no more
I think I done made it clear enough on how these ballers like the road
I'll have you know again, don't mess with me when I get full-of-that funk
Or you gonna find yourself locked in the fucking trunk

Lock em in, lock em in, lock em lock em in the trunk
Lock em in, lock em in, lock em lock em in the trunk
Lock em in, lock em in, lock em lock em in the trunk
Lock em in, lock em in, lock em lock em in the trunk
Lock em in, lock em in the trunk, yeah that should be fine!