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 motherf**kin bump in

Your motherf**kin speakers

See I'm the number one killa

For these b***h ass niggaz

Got guns got rope for a b***h ass n***a

Plastic bags duck tape for a b***h ass n***a

Stolen cars sellin hoes for a b***h ass n***a

S K's double clips for a b***h ass n***a

40 cal on the hip for a b***h ass n***a

Ridin Benz's shootin at you old b***h ass n***a

Hypnotize we allergic to a b***h ass n***a

Niggaz wanna talk shit you a kid to me

I'll f**k 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 motherf**ker bleedin on the carpet

Walk right up to your bedroom '

Window and don't stop it

n***a you started I won't

When I brought you back

Momma dead in the Lexus when you look back

Hold up my n***a

This is danger you is facing

Ima crank the f**kin chain saw

And cut you like Jason

Aint wastin no time

I'ma go on head and let my smith and wesson

Gone shine my n***a yall be hatin

Aint no hatin on me dog

I'ma leave you layin in the motherf**kin street dog

Now catch this heat yall lock it and release yall

I'm just tryin to keep some mutherf**kin peace dog

Yall Testin me

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 n***a 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 b***h 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

Don't 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 that's good

It's 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 f**ked 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

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 it's a blessin not a question

Being part of this Camp

Learn a lessin from this blessin you can't f**k 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

F**k 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 b***h made motherf**ker's get laid flat

Muthaf**ker cock sucker you don't want none of this

b***h pull a trigger tell a n***a f**kin wit this shit

HCP best believe bring the motherf**kin pain

Clickin on you hittin on you we ain't playin no games

F**k you off we the boss got the city on lock

Glock my side time of ride

Got the sawed b***h cocked

Wit a n***a makin moves in this f**kin rap shit

Trigger pull it get a bullet

Cause you know I'm strapped b***h

Know a bunch of niggaz some real

Some fake some hate Some trake

So I get them bitches out the way

Don't you test be my guess

We gone bust the steal

n***a one less shoot less

Tone to the head feel

n***a 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 f**kin 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 n***a you best leave lone

Paul ain't gone talk at all he gon blast

F**kin wit this click you b***h you won't last

Much love to my n***a Pat and thats real

Lil Wyte reppin Bay with me don't get killed