Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' song that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads From to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga And you know that mean bitch Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is bitch Makin' easy money, pimpin' is serious nigga
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga Cane slangier, banger, dog I'll bring it to ya If you got a problem me, holla at my Luger
Dro puffer, cheese come up, we on the track jack Hit you in the head, the gat, 'til your skull crack gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion Come with that bullshit, then the start bustin'
First crime, we came Mystic Stylez on grime You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with 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, N Laz Dayz Hypnotize, and blazed another gold Sixty 6, 1, The Smoke 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 'em they gon' get A violatin' the business, I ain't wit'
And now in 2000 you talkin' the shit And now in 2000 I'll and I won't miss smoke 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 come by the ton Two AK's, and put some drama to this niggaz bodies numb I don't this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know,
Picture me, naked face, to in your door 4 deep, bandannas with black calicos So, when we creep, 'cause 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 baseball bat, and I'm bustin' head black You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all You believe that nigga I to get it on
You steppin', I got the weapon Boom, boom, I'm blastin' at your mind to get you that I love to kill, I love the And I love to put a nigga parts 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 no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch It 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 one
I shot bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart It ain't no way that I can't handle, 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, you come, La Chat ain't gone easy
Man a bitch'll that lil bit out her pussy for them papers Get the away from me, ho because The crew stand them vapors Take her, break her, to whip that funky that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your armpits
Yeah, we can do it take time and do it right You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can you all night Wanna fight about your friends see how them gon' start See now that's that of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard
Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em of ammunition Terrorist sect's, we and lock 'em in the expedition No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we Nuclear pistols and fire automatic gats
How in the can you handle the, butsa damager Toss that bitch the banaster, like trash canisters Hollow points your battle troops, when I have to shoot Plus, I'll be storin' the cap for you, and be absolute
I woke up early Saturday Suddenly your phone was off the charger Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them Got MC of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends And pay a livin', neh nigga, bother my Cheese gon' the ceiling fan
You can catch my in that thing, on gizold when you see me You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your 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 fully auto's, fuck some semi's Hit 'em some hollow auto's, 'cause I despise
like some rondo batays, for you miatays Koop with clicks and duck tape and wicked wizards And I, keepin' busin' in my freak time Taught 'em in that unknown, they wanna reap why
Give you second thoughts that business, you then finished right you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight 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 nigga What, what, CP nigga HCP,