[Intro: DJ Paul]
Finally, I got all real niggas on a muthafuckin' Posse song
Niggas that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)
From here to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean, bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog, I'll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, CrazyNDaLazDayz
Hypnotize, and blazed another gold plaque
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I got a 357, a Tec with a black clip
A 180-pound with a fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'
And now in 2000, you talkin' the same shit
And now in 2000 I'll bust, and I won't miss
The smoke is in the air, the liquor is still a fifth
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors
[Verse 4: Young Buck]
The first one to bust his gun, hollow tips come by the ton
With two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggas bodies numb
I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA!
Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your door
4, niggas deep, bandanas with black calicos
So, when we creep, drop cause I'ma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, Young Buck, and Hypnotize your mind, blow
[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat
And I'm bustin' your head black
You believe I'm comin' strong
You believe I'm all grown
You believe that nigga, I love to get it on
You half-steppin' I gots the weapon Boom! Boom!
I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga
[Verse 6: La Chat]
No, no, come, come and get this bitch
Ain't got no time for no shit
Got all my boys, don't make no noise
Just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide
With the shit that you done
I got my piece for what I do
To show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart
It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This ain't no crap, I speak the truth
Gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come
La Chat ain't gone easy
[Verse 7: Koopsta Knicca]
Man, a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me, ho
Because the crew can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin' that shit about this
Man, you'll get 10 slugs up in your armpits
Yeah, we can do it take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends
See how them bitches gon' start
See, now that's that type of shit
That gets my muh'fuckin' dick hard
[Verse 8: T-Rock]
Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sects, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition
No set a niggas got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager
Toss that bitch over the bannister, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you when drinkin' Absolute
[Verse 9: MC Mack]
I woke up early Saturday morning, cellullar phone was ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch, a cop, or is it them robbers?
Plottin' MC Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends
And pay a lemon lame nigga no part of my cheese, gon' reach the ceiling fan
You can catch my in that purple that thang, on gizold when you see me
You can joke me and provoke me, best believe you'll bleed this evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the treason, when it's time to get dirty nigga bet I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze
[Verse 10: DJ Paul]
Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke
Don't fuck around with HCP and get your ass smoked, ho
Comin' with some fully autos, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with some hollow autos, cause I desp-iz-ise
Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you mayatez
Koop with double clicks and duct tape, and wicked wizays
Anna, I prefer it, keep me busy in my free time
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they want a reason why
Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all-night flight
And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I stang with that
Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
What, what, it's CP nigga
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
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