Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a Posse song Niggaz that's to cut some muthafuckin' heads From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town And you know what that bitch Makin' money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch Makin' easy money, hoes is serious nigga
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack Cane slangier, bitch banger, dog bring it to ya If you got a with me, holla at my Luger
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track Hit you in the head, the gat, 'til your skull crack Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no Come with that bullshit, then the start bustin'
First crime, we came with Stylez on grime You slip, I Live By My Rep fuck with mine Da End, the souls of men inside The Posse, the Prophet, the Posse, we all
We brutal, the 2 to end the phase Our mind, in reminds, Crazed N Laz Dayz Hypnotize, and blazed another plate Sixty 6, 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate
I got a 357, a tec a black clip A 180 pounds witha that will bust lips killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get A fiend violatin' the business, I ain't
And now in you talkin' the same shit And now in 2000 I'll and I won't miss They smoke is in the air the is still a fill The grill is still gold, and the curls know kick doors
The first one to bust his gun, hollow 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, from the 3-6 lettin' 'em know, whoa
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, bump up and hypnotize mind, blind
You can this, you can believe that And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all 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, 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, the shit that you done I got my piece for I do, to show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no in my heart It ain't no way that I 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 ain't easy
Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her for them papers Get the fuck from me, ho because The can't stand them vapors Take her, break her, to whip funky bitch Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in armpits
Yeah, we can do it your time and do it right You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can you all night Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches start See now that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard
Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock 'em in the No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we Nuclear and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the fuck can you the, butsa damager Toss that bitch over the banaster, 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 woke up early Saturday Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my And pay a livin', neh nigga, bother my Cheese gon' the ceiling fan
You can catch my in that president thing, on when you see me You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed evenin' Fuck the reason, and the treason, time to get dirty nigga better pop it You was gaspin' for your life, but all I was Killa Klan Kaze
Bitches think we playin', think this killa a joke Don't fuck around HCP and get you ass smoked, ho Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck semi's Hit 'em with hollow auto's, 'cause I despise
Blastin' some rondo batays, for you miatays Koop with clicks and duck tape and wicked wizards And I, perferin' keepin' in my freak time Taught 'em in buried unknown, they wanna reap why
Give you second thoughts about 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 nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
Bitch, nigga, CP nigga HCP, Camp Posse nigga What, what, CP nigga HCP,