187 Invitation - DJ Paul, Lord Infamous

12 years old, 1994 bumpin' «Come with me to hell»

Smokin on a J for the first time

Lord Infamous was one of the few that got into my mind

When I was high and told me to rhyme

Now here we are, 17 years later

Been with Hypnotize for a motherfuckin' decade

Runnin' my own shit, CEO Wyte Music Records

Everybody in the crew shoppin' chef blades

We up in the bread room, we creatin' magic

That most of you motherfuckers never heard in yo life

I was raised on the shit where they kidnap ya

Throw you in the back of a Chevy with yo kid and yo wife

I know that sounds fucked up and all

But messin' with the Mafia that’s as light as it gets

And the Wyte Music crew got some dudes in it

That’ll do it and more crazy, gruesome shit

I’m the young on the (?) happen to be with

It was all part of DJ Paul’s master plan

The perfect time for me to shine

Everything’s in line, it couldn’t happen any faster man

I run this shit and I’m the most supportin' piece of cargo when the money-train

passin' by

I get a little older, I’mma cocky motherfucker

And I still tote the .40 cal bitch and I:

(Buck 'em down)

So come and get some 187 Invitation

BLAY!

One of a kind, it’s the venomous Lord Infamous

You can get it if you in perimeter

Come on and enter da satanic minister

Penetrate, disintegrate and duh pendulum

Lord the barbaric, you get in my medic

I take out my beef before they start on the credits

Tartar konfetti, make you beheaded

Make all your bodyparts look like spaghetti

Picture your head blast around on my floor

Like that Budd on TV and you lookin' patethic

… for a second

So you can hear every word and you know that I said it

Flow kinda vicious, the very malicious

I know when I promise I will not regret it

Come in the gunnin' so keep the car runnin'

It’s gonna get bloody so niggas be ready

I am Lord Infamous and yes I’m very naughty

Every strain in my DNA is made from a narcotic

'Crow and Lil Wyte rode the magic dragon to the party

Fuck with us and aggrevated murders are the charge man

(Buck 'em down)

So come and get some 187 Invitation