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Hypnotize Minds, known by the stage name Hypnotize Camp Posse or HCP, was an American record label created by DJ Paul and Juicy J of Three 6 Mafia in 1997, in Memphis, Tennessee. The label served as the successor to Three 6 Mafia's previous label, Prophet Entertainment, which was co-founded by DJ Paul and Juicy J along with Nicholas ‘Nick Scarfo’ Jackson in 1994. Hypnotize Minds was created after DJ Paul and Juicy J had a disagreement with Jackson, which led to Three 6 Mafia and several other artists previously on the Prophet label to move to the new Hypnotize Minds imprint. As Hypnotize Camp Posse, the collective released one self-titled group album, Hypnotize Camp Posse, in 2000. The album follows the other Three 6 Mafia-sponsored posse album, 1998's Body P… more »

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1998

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hook x4 
Push 'em off, push 'em off in here 

Chorus x10 
Push 'em off, tear it up 
Push 'em off in here 

(Lord Infamous) 
You better back up off this 
We got custom made coffins 
I got a bird restin' on my desk 
Up in my office 
I gotta make it babe 
Miss rate me 
Make you niggas hate me 
I'm goin' flossin' through these last days 
My life is crazy 
You call the army, the marines 
You better call the navy 
It's Kaiser Sosate from the thugs 
And we were nominated 
Because the nigga take his slaves 
Up in the home of the great 
We gonna push the magic button 
Don't nobody behave 
So get buck, get boogie, get wild, get naughty 
We the thugs out of hell 
And he sent us to party 
Lord Infamous plus the Three 6 are pumpin in my blood 
Tear this one 
Keepin' me sober 
Tearin' at the clubs 
Kickin' tables, knockin' over chairs, gloves in the air 
Sexy darears checkin' everywhere (?) 
Off on the scrilla grind 
So I gotta lose my mind 
Tear Da Club Up Thugs 
Ghetto love till the end of time 

Chorus x10 

(DJ Paul) 
I'm finally busta free 
>From my enemies, nigga please 
Got my cheese lucky from Tennessee, Hennessy 
I be need only real, feel me 
Busta bust until he bleed 
(??) if you hear me 
Holla if you hear me 
Call you boys get your crew 
what you want to do 
Dial in, I wizon wizon better get your gizon 
Gizon is always fizon 
Fizon is still wizon 
Wizon all the women 
Diss on, diss on 
Now picture me wrong 
Up behind you 
Where'd I find you 
With a 40 cal. 
Like the silent style 
On my way now to Rodmans house 
Never happy, keep on rappin' 
Got you hot, on the dot 
In the beer boy 
Set up scores 
Plus our record spots 
Catch me not, indy pot 
Big away your stash pot 
Got me gun, in me crotch 
Burnin' cause the barrels hot 
Ratta tatta tatta tatta tatta tatta boom 
To the (??) no winnin' 
Since I do rule, boy 

Chorus x10 

(Juicy "J") 
I'm about to elbow a nigga, elbow a nigga 
Cock the gun and pull back the trigger, pull back the trigger 
Meetiing in the parking lot 
I always wear mouth a lot 
We can go toe to toe 
To the floor, on the spot 
Hope this spot is well standed 
Left and right is how I panic 
With a chrome anna canon 
Peepin' game and now were standin' 
Only land game I hated 
Jealous cause we clockin' paper 
Plus I used to hack 
And now I'm ridin' fool, I'll see you later 
Now I see you muggin' in my face 
When I'm ridin' up 
Say you saw the late night video and tear da club up 
Hopin' and wishin' 
That the mafia is finished 
Ho yeah know 
We was in it to win it 
And to you dirty freaks, paperchasin' 
Now you on that jock 
We don't want the blunts 
that you lacin', that be gettin' you high 
But I got a knife in my pocket 
Would I roll it on 
Let the steam 
About to cut ya 
Get a hustle 
Get ya own, fool 

Chorus x10 

(repeats till end) 
Push 'em off x8 
Tear it up x8

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