Liz Phair Hwc Lyrics

Hwc Lyrics

(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)


[Intro: DJ Paul]

yea-yea Chuch ya'khamsayn

Once again it's on baby, y'all know what time it is

I know it'sa shame ya'khamsayn,

You gatta actually killa a mothaf**ka out here

Just ta let a nigga now you ain't playin' with him

And you ain't bullshittin' - yea that's some knowledge fa y'all

Na'...we gon' get y'all inta this new artist

His new as* - Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...



[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul) plays in the background]

Get high to this sh*t - I'm high as a mothaf**ka



[DJ Paul]

Alotta rappers rap gangsta sh*t but they ain't did nothing

DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen

We done rolled down on niggaz, we done let them gats burst

We done seen niggaz blood leak clean through they shirt

I ain't lying too ya boys when I said that cha'll get did

Man I keep me some hungry niggaz ready ta spit the wig

Of a fake solid nigga, hoes lying in they wraps

Cuz they never shot guns and they never had ta scrap



[Juicy J]

He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck

Made his body cold left from red and wet

Body curved up like a cornrow

Police on the set, I'm a vet from the North - North

Pack a rusty tec in the Lex' plus a sawed-off

Hard makin' money when you watching for the ro-bbe-rers

Narcotics and these hoodrats - nut go-ba-lers

They'd take a shot at 'cha, put you in tha hospita'

Leave you left fa dead, and they tell ya I'ma halla at ya



[Crunchy Blac]

Here I go again, try'na keep my mothaf**kin' as* thin

Niggaz halla friends, but they fake friends

I'ma nigga halla "mothaf**k friends"

Torn up in my mothaf**kin' right hand

I'ma 'bouta go and f**kin' rob a man

Just so I can keep my f**kin' family fed

f**k what'cha heard this is what I said

Bust out some shots at ya f**kin' head



[LaChat]

I'ma meet you pockin' bit*hes, whoppin' niggaz wit' my pistol

In my yard they discovered, dead I'm out here out makin' missles

This is war when you f**kin' wit' LaChat - bit*h y'aint know

Get 'cho posee out becuz we comin' 20 deep hoe

Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you f**ked up

Hoe this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up

I'ont give a f**k who you is, who you in too

You wont touch a bit*h, ha who me bit*h - but I'll kill you



[Frayser Boy]

A crooked as a barrell of snakes

f**k with the real not fake

I represent the Bay - so ain't no need ta hate

I'm counting tones and spray

I'll blow your crean away

This HCP don't play - won't see anotha day

Y'kno we Hyp-notize, can see it in your eyes

This Frayser Boy - no lie

Inhalin' dro - so fine

Y'kno we toppin' a poun'

And still we stompin' your smile

No need ta copy our styles

What chain't been popped in a while



[Lil' Wyte]

No more f**kin' around by now I'm fed up

I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up

Cuz when you f**k wit' this camp - let's say you messed up

They told you in the beginning - don't try ta test us

The day Lil' Wyte hooked up with the 6 - the sh*t was all she wrote

Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat

This sh*t be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga

Adding some Pippen ta bit*hes get at me weaker than water

This is the start of a problem thats lackin' a solution

You graduated with honors - ta sell out institution

And this for all the rappers that got kicked up out this camp

I stole your plate when back fa seconds - +How U Luvin' That?+

This is my mothaf**kin' posee song - Wheres Jerome?

Instead of gettin' up out yo sh*t - you stayed ya as* at home

Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it hurt

If they knew bit*hin' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse

Bit*h doubt me now



[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul)]