Finally, I got all niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the nigga And you know what mean bitch Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is bitch Makin' easy money, pimpin' is serious nigga
Call a nigga, dealer, out here on the track nigga Weed smoker, coke snorter, and get a pack nigga Cane slangier, banger, dog I'll bring it to ya If you got a problem with me, holla at my
Dro puffer, cheese come up, we on the track jack Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til skull crack gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start
First crime, we came Mystic Stylez on grime You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with Da End, the of men embedded inside 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 blazed another plate Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Clears, evaporate
I got a 357, a tec with a black A 180 witha 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 talkin' the same And now in I'll bust and I won't miss smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill The grill is still gold, and the curls they know doors
The one to bust his gun, hollow tips come by the ton Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this bodies numb I don't talk this shit for fun, it back and let it go And 6 shots, the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, whoa
me, naked face, to kickin' in your door 4 deep, bandannas with black calicos So, when we creep, drop 'cause I'ma hit you times Take your lives, bump up and hypnotize your mind, blind
You can believe this, you can believe And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm your head black You believe I'm comin' strong, you I'm all grown You believe that I love to get it on
You half steppin', I got the Boom, boom, I'm blastin' at your mind to get you that I to kill, I love the thrill And I love to put a nigga body 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 make no noise, just throw trick in the ditch It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, the shit that you done I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the number one
I shot that bitch causes, ain't got no love in my heart It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that 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 ain't gone
Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for papers Get the fuck from me, ho because The crew can't stand them Take her, break her, to whip that funky Talkin' that shit this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your armpits
Yeah, we can do it your time and do it right You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all Wanna fight about your friends see how bitches gon' start See now that's that type of shit get my muh'fuckin' dick hard
Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock 'em in the No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, damager Toss that bitch over the banaster, like canisters Hollow points your battle troops, when I have to shoot Plus, be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute
I woke up Saturday morning your phone was ringin' 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 gon' 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, time to get nigga better I'll pop it You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Kaze
Bitches think we playin', think this shit a joke Don't fuck with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's Hit 'em with hollow auto's, 'cause I despise
like some rondo batays, for you miatays Koop with double clicks and tape and wicked wizards And I, perferin' keepin' in my freak time Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna why
Give you second about that business, you then finished right Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine it that Plus, I gotta on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
Bitch, nigga, CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse What, what, CP nigga HCP,