Me & You Songtext
von Lumidee

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 ass - Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...

(8x - (DJ Paul) plays in the background)
Get high to this shit - I′m high as a mothaf**ka

(DJ Paul)
Alotta rappers rap gangsta shit 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
′Cause 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' ass 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' bitches, 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 - bitch y′aint know
Get 'cho posee out be′cause 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 bitch, ha who me bitch - 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
'Cause 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 shit was all she wrote
Y'kno these lyrics be burnin′ - blisters deep in my throat
This shit be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga
Adding some Pippen ta bitches 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 shit - you stayed ya ass at home
Potential lurking fa certain - I know you feel it hurt
If they knew bitchin′ came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya
Bitch doubt me now

(8x - (DJ Paul))