Posse Song

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin' I wanna send a special shout out to these hypocrites These muthaf**kin' fairy informant a*s niggaz mayne You know what I'm sayin', these muhf**kin' Donnie Brascos These f**kin' d**k riders, ol' pus*y eatin' bullshit a*s niggaz Run they muhf**kin' mouth, get they muhf**kin' wig Split, talkin' all that muhf**kin' pus*y hoe a*s shit nigga We ain't playin' with none of you hoez Y'all know who I'm talkin' about f**k you bitches Project Pat light the f**kin' track up for these hoes mayne Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in with that white and gin Here we go again, Project Pat gotta keep a strap, haters know I rap Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map I attack like a shark would represent this hood North Memphis, nigga Hollywood Make it understand in my blood ain't no trakeness Or no fakeness and no hoe couldn't break this, you can hate this Dis bitch that bitch, nigga here's the deal Crunchy ain't runnin' 'round here fakin' deals Crunchy runnin' 'round here tryna get a meal Why you fakin' a deal, it don't cost nothin' to be real All ya gotta do is keep that shit real Don't be runnin' 'round here hollerin' you got deals Don't be runnin' 'round here hollerin' that you'll kill It don't cost nothin' to be real but it costs when ya kill I'm 'bout to crash into you s*ckaz like the World Trade I'm riding Green Escalade, full of green grenades You hoez always hollerin' that we be some bitches and shit But everytime I turn around you got our name on your shit I used to be with them mayne, I'm still with them You wish you was with them How the f**k you hate them when you always claimin them? I think it's funny 'cause ya'll faggots be still calling my studio Trying to get back, stay who you with 'cuz I don't need ya hoe I call up my niggaz we buckin' and tossin' with no mercy hoe We packin' ma*s case and decoratin' ya with bullet holes La Chat I be ready you bustaz ain't got no reeds and shit That leaves me no choice to grab my glock and go f**ka wit You speak killa talk but ain't no killa in yo blood boi The infrared be beamin', I got this scope-a behind your door You niggaz can't take it you hate the fact that we runnin' it You ain't gotta love it but you gon learn to respect it bitch Got some syrup in my cup, got some smoke in my mouth Got some white in my nose, got your bitch on the couch Got her head in my lap, trick I gotta keep it south Got a problem with Three 6, gotta blow your brains out Got that south sowed up, got them guns loaded up f**kin' with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blowed up It's a hold up, everybody fold up Niggaz talk like they tough but they ain't got no nutts, bitch I'm shootin' a dike in her breasto, coward in his chesto And this police nigga, what we call em' Donnie Brasco If you bitches want war, you can bring it, let's go When I put this tone in yo face presto (Click) A killa in a black coat, goin' to make a mesto Leave you in da street wit a bloody Willie Esco Drankin' on some scotch and we choppin' down that coco Tryin' to roll some pot in a f**kin' optimol-doe Don't you make the wrong move and you'll get your a*s killed dawg A fake a*s nigga but he claimin' that he real dawg You ain't gotta lie to kick it actin' like you down dawg Always lookin' lite trying to wear a murder frown dawg Don't you get smacked and be gettin' off the pavement dawg Don't you make me act a fool when somebody hatin' me dawg Hypnotize Camp Posse got my f**kin' back dawg Frayser Boy will leave you stankin', pop you with that gat dawg I'm watchin' out for you polices, niggaz who'll tell it This union will rip your head in pieces, I know ya feel it These lyrics just like Mona Lisas 'cuz you can sell it The posse click tight like feces, I know ya smell it This ghetto hood shit is crucial just like a murder You step, whoa, then we shoot ya we quick to serve ya You hate us feelings mutual so don't be scared-a The HCP will do ya mayne, we gon hurtcha