Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' song Niggaz that's down to cut muthafuckin' heads From hear to ATL, to Nashville, to the M-town nigga And you know what that mean Makin' easy money, pimpin' is serious bitch easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out on the track nigga Weed smoker, coke snorter, and get a pack nigga Cane slangier, bitch banger, dog I'll it to ya If you got a problem me, holla at my Luger
Dro puffer, come up, when we on the track jack Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion Come with that bullshit, the bullets start bustin'
crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck mine Da End, the souls of men embedded The Posse, the Prophet, the Posse, we all
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the Our mind, in crime reminds, Crazed N Laz Hypnotize, and blazed another plate Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears,
I got a 357, a tec with a clip A 180 pounds fist that will bust lips killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get A fiend violatin' the business, I wit'
And now in 2000 you the same shit And now in 2000 I'll and I won't miss They is in the air the liquor is still a fill The is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors
The first one to bust his gun, hollow tips by the ton Two AK's, and put some to leave this niggaz bodies numb I talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go And 6 shots, from the 3-6 lettin' 'em know, whoa
Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in door 4 niggaz deep, with black calicos So, when we creep, drop I'ma hit you nine times Take your nine lives, up and hypnotize your mind, blind
You can believe this, you can believe And believe I got a bat, and I'm bustin' your head black You believe I'm strong, you believe I'm all grown You believe that I love to get it on
You steppin', I got the weapon Boom, boom, I'm at your mind to get you believe that I love to kill, I the thrill And I love to put a nigga body in the field, nigga
No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time for no Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just that trick in the ditch It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit you done I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck one
I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep tone in my jaw This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too to get me On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't easy
Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her for them papers Get the fuck away me, ho because The can't stand them vapors Take her, break her, to whip that bitch Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in armpits
Yeah, we can do it take time and do it right You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick
Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition Terrorist sect's, we and lock 'em in the expedition No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we Nuclear and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the can you handle the, butsa damager Toss that bitch the banaster, like trash canisters Hollow points into your battle troops, I have to shoot Plus, I'll be storin' the cap for you, and be absolute
I up early Saturday morning your phone was ringin' off the charger Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a or cop, or is it them robbers Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my And pay a livin', neh nigga, gon' my gon' reach the ceiling fan
You can catch my in president thing, on gizold when you see me You can joke me, ever me, best believe your bleed this evenin' Fuck the reason, and the treason, to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Kaze
Bitches we playin', think this killa shit a joke fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck semi's Hit 'em with some auto's, 'cause I despise
Blastin' like some batays, for you miatays Koop double clicks and duck tape and wicked wizards And I, perferin' keepin' in my freak time 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
Give you second thoughts about business, you then finished right Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night And I'm in a bad mood, make it that Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang that
Bitch, nigga, it's CP HCP, Camp Posse nigga What, what, it's CP HCP,