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Lord Infamous


[Hook: Indo G] 2x
Get it planned what you pay
Gon' break 'em off
Post up with decay
Gon' break 'em off
Let 'em know who da boss
Gon' break 'em off
Now leakin' hot sauce

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
BLAY!
Standin' in the acid rain
Skin meltin' off my face, you can see my veins
Clothes hanger up his nose, pull out some brain
Rap the .45 through his teeth - chitty bang bang
n*ggas meltin' like salt poured on a snail
Slice your pupils, have your b*tch ass needin' braille
Eat a sack lunch in a f*ckin' whole sale
Pay my lawyer with cocaine and post a damn bail
I'm Lord Infamous the villain, come with me to hell
Break down the Thrax and snort me a wicked rail
Pulled up with my playa partner pumpin' pistol grip
Erase the whole strip, walkin' with a gangsta limp
Don't make me trip
Run up with the Mossberg, heads tossed on the curb
b*tch don't you say a word, this sh*t can get absurd
Run up with the Mossberg, heads tossed on the curb
b*tch don't you say a word, get your f*ckin' face blurred
[Hook: Indo G] 2x
Get it planned what you pay
Gon' break 'em off
Post up with decay
Gon' break 'em off
Let 'em know who da boss
Gon' break 'em off
Now leakin' hot sauce

[Verse 2: Indo G]
Breakin' up outta the fog how kids washin' 'em with these ways
I ain't talkin' 'bout no chicken, the Chinese get me explained
Framed like I'm Hussein, I'm a bad ass mane
They scared to see me shine now that's some goddamn shame
I'm a full grown pit, you boys is like chihuahua
Meat in a Chinese buffet, you gon' get ate
Slaughtered like Texas Chainsaw Massacre n*gga
Breakin' the best in the game but I took a chill pill stackin' my figures
Boy it's hard in these streets, knee-deep up in this game
If I don't hustle; I don't eat, can't front you nothin' mane
Brain see the f*ckin' snow, b*tch the show must go on
Wrong place, right time, do or die 'bout me and mine
Crime pays, ounces, pounds, bricks, n*ggas catchin' cases
Over the phone, leavin' traces all up in yo f*ckin' matrix
Watch ya n*gga, watch ya b*tch and watch ya blood
When sh*t hit the fan, it's just you and the f*ckin' judge dummy
[Hook: Indo G] 2x
Get it planned what you pay
Gon' break 'em off
Post up with decay
Gon' break 'em off
Let 'em know who da boss
Gon' break 'em off
Now leakin' hot sauce
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