Doubt Me Now

* send corrections to the typist<br><br>[Lil` Wyte]<br>...ah yeah Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil` Wyte featuring Juvenile<br>Crash the mothafuckin` club, the REMIX!! - and its goin` down for you hoes<br>Like THIS!!...Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit` bars<br>Grippin` your nina hard, bitch my blood inha-led by heart<br>When the fuck you gon` start, recognize that life is a game<br>And it`s always the same, them dice you rolling ain`t `Bouta change<br>I`m snatchin` your chain, reimbursing you with some pain<br>It`s all over mane, in which direction he makes a zane<br>I ain`t `bout that fame, I`m `bout the cheese, and this `Bouta bring<br>So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things<br>I`m starting all over with composition sticky like doja<br>And I thought I told ya when I come through I`m crushing like boulders<br>I`m hard ta top, shoot at plenty I bet it`s gon` knock it - whatever I drop<br>But even your beef can`t touch what I got<br>You wildin` or not, if is so bring all your beef ta the spot<br>Hope you got your glock, I`m strapped with no hesi-tant ta pop<br>So back your words up, and keep on choking out on that cock<br>You like it or not, its everlasting - ain`t `Bouta stop<br><br>[Hook: Lil Wyte - repeat 8X]<br>We `Bouta Crash Da Club - throw some chairs<br>(*DJ Scratching*) Break - Break...Break - Break...Break Something<br><br>[Juvenile]<br>Aiyo smoke something, choke something, get real nice<br>We ain`t gon, fall on our face - but we gon` be right<br>Look, police ain`t around when I do my dirt<br>Becuz I map it all loud and then I put in work<br>You with them freaks - I be in the streets<br>Y`all be wearing them Bee`s - I be wearing Ree`s<br>Running wit` my g`s from the U-T-P<br>This is where I`m gonna be until I D-I-E<br>Wodie, it`s goin` down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay<br>Where niggaz drank V.S.O.P. until they breath stank<br>Bitch gatta say something, err` time<br>They never handle they buisness, but staying in line<br>Seeking you will find, the loaded up .9<br>Wanted at `cha cuz it of fa` stealin` my mind<br>Juvenile and Three-6 thats a-one-of-a-kind<br>Tooken up yo golds - nigga get ready ta blind<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Lil` Wyte]<br>I`m `Bouta crash da club, break the law<br>Throw some chairs, crack your jaw<br>If it`s killing season - ain`t no reason - ain`t no need ta stale<br>I`m the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain<br>Non-stop-pop-from-the-top-of-the-clip-in-ya-glock, I still don`t feel you mane<br>Cause of that, ground the coke and now I`m puffin` a pound of dro<br>When I`m on that level and wit` my killaz you will be found on the flo`<br>I must confes, I ain`t `bout shit, but if you think ta cross me bitch<br>You`ll end up stanky - walk the planky - and empty out your pockets bitch<br>Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck<br>Wit` these issues that I`m facing - daily I should tote a tec<br>Get respect, that`s no option, all the haters filled with toxin`<br>Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get ta flossin`<br>Causing problem - dodging bullets - soon as I corrupt the scene<br>Leaving damage - making havoc reaction fuckin` with me<br>Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame<br>Lead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain<br><br>[Hook]