H.C.P.

(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
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 (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