Crash Da Club (Explicit)

Feat Juvenile

Ah yeah Hypnotize Minds wassup Lil' Wyte featuring Juvenile

Crash the mothaf**kin' club the REMIX and its goin' down for you h*es

Like THIS Multiple Memphis scares outlining your insides wit' bars

Grippin' your nina hard b***h my blood inha led by heart

When the f**k you gon' start recognize that life is a game

And it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't 'Bouta change

I'm snatchin' your chain reimbursing you with some pain

It's all over mane in which direction he makes a zane

I ain't 'bout that fame I'm 'bout the cheese and this 'Bouta bring

So f**k your h*e name with you my faith was lacking some things

I'm starting all over with composition sticky like doja

And I thought I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like boulders

I'm hard ta top shoot at plenty I bet it's gon' knock it whatever I drop

But even your beef can't touch what I got

You wildin' or not if is so bring all your beef ta the spot

Hope you got your glock I'm strapped with no hesi tant ta pop

So back your words up and keep on choking out on that cock

You like it or not its everlasting ain't 'Bouta stop

We 'Bouta Crash Da Club throw some chairs

Break Break Break Break Break Something

Aiyo smoke something choke something get real nice

We ain't gon fall on our face but we gon' be right

Look police ain't around when I do my dirt

Becuz I map it all loud and then I put in work

You with them freaks I be in the streets

Y'all be wearing them Bee's I be wearing Ree's

Running wit' my g's from the U T P

This is where I'm gonna be until I D I E

Wodie it's goin' down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay

Where n***az drank V S O P until they breath stank

B***h gatta say something err' time

They never handle they buisness but staying in line

Seeking you will find the loaded up 9

Wanted at 'cha cuz it of fa' stealin' my mind

Juvenile and Three 6 that's a one of a kind

Tooken up yo golds n***a get ready ta blind

I'm 'Bouta crash da club break the law

Throw some chairs crack your jaw

If it's killing season ain't no reason ain't no need ta stale

I'm the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain

Non stop pop from the top of the clip in ya glock I still don't feel you mane

Cause of that ground the coke and now I'm puffin' a pound of dro

When I'm on that level and wit' my killaz you will be found on the flo'

I must confes I ain't 'bout s**t but if you think ta cross me b***h

You'll end up stanky walk the planky and empty out your pockets b***h

Break da law break your leg crash da club and crack your neck

Wit' these issues that I'm facing daily I should tote a tec

Get respect that's no option all the haters filled with toxin'

Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get ta flossin'

Causing problem dodging bullets soon as I corrupt the scene

Leaving damage making havoc reaction f**kin' with me

Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame

Lead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain