Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' From hear to ATL, to Nashville, to the M-town nigga And you know what mean bitch Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is bitch Makin' money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga
Call a nigga, dealer, out here on the track nigga Weed smoker, 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 up, when we on the track jack Hit you in the head, the gat, 'til your skull crack Blood gushin', rushin', act first, no discussion with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came Mystic Stylez on grime You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck 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 crime reminds, N Laz Dayz Hypnotize, and blazed another gold Sixty 6, 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate
I got a 357, a tec a black clip A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em gon' get A fiend violatin' the business, I wit'
And now in 2000 you talkin' the same And now in 2000 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 kick doors
The first one to his gun, hollow tips come by the ton Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz numb I talk 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 kickin' in your 4 niggaz deep, with black calicos So, when we creep, 'cause I'ma hit you nine times Take nine lives, bump up and hypnotize your mind, blind
You can this, you can believe that And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your black You believe I'm comin' strong, you I'm all grown You believe nigga 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 love the And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field,
No no, come, come and get bitch, ain't got no time for no shit Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the that you done I got my piece for what I do, to you who the fuck number one
I that bitch without 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 gone easy
Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them Get the fuck away from me, ho The crew can't stand them Take her, break her, to whip funky bitch Talkin' shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your armpits
Yeah, we can do it take your and do it right You can the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night Wanna fight about your friends see how bitches gon' start See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' hard
Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock 'em in the No set a got guns equivalent to what we pack Nuclear pistols and scorchin' automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, damager Toss that bitch over the banaster, like canisters Hollow into your battle troops, when I have to shoot Plus, I'll be storin' the cap for you, and be absolute
I woke up early morning Suddenly your phone was off the charger Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it robbers Got MC of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends And pay a livin', neh nigga, bother my Cheese reach 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 bleed this evenin' the reason, and the treason, time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan
Bitches think we playin', think this shit a joke Don't around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho Comin' with fully auto's, fuck some semi's Hit 'em with hollow auto's, 'cause I despise
Blastin' some rondo batays, for you miatays with double clicks and duck tape and wicked wizards And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my time Taught 'em in that buried unknown, wanna reap why
Give you thoughts about that business, you then finished right you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it Plus, I gotta ease on nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
Bitch, nigga, CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse What, what, CP nigga HCP,