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