Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' song Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the nigga And you what that mean bitch Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is bitch easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out on the track nigga Weed smoker, snorter, come and get a pack nigga 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 bullets start
First crime, we with Mystic Stylez on grime You slip, I By My Rep don't fuck with mine Da End, the souls of men embedded The Posse, the Prophet, the Posse, we all
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the Our mind, in crime reminds, Crazed N Laz Hypnotize, and blazed another plate Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears,
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 they get A fiend violatin' the business, I wit'
And now in 2000 you talkin' the shit And now in I'll bust and I won't miss They is in the air the liquor is still a fill The grill is still gold, and the curls they know doors
The first one to bust his gun, hollow tips by the ton Two AK's, and put some to leave this niggaz bodies numb I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it and let it go And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters 'em know, whoa
Picture me, naked face, to in your door 4 niggaz deep, bandannas with black So, when we creep, drop I'ma hit you nine times Take your nine lives, bump up and hypnotize mind, blind
You can believe this, you can believe And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your 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 to get you believe that I love to kill, I the thrill 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 trick in the ditch It ain't no way La Chat let it slide, with the shit that you done I got my for what I do, to show you who the fuck 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 ain't no crap, I speak 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 for them papers Get the away from me, ho because The can't stand them vapors her, break her, to whip that 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 gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can you all night Wanna fight about your friends see how them gon' start See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' hard
Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of Terrorist sect's, we and lock 'em in the expedition No set a niggaz got equivalent to what we pack pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the fuck can you the, butsa damager Toss that over the banaster, like trash canisters Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to Plus, I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be
I woke up early morning Suddenly your phone was off the charger to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm for my dividends 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 rope me, best believe your this evenin' Fuck the reason, and the treason, time to get dirty better I'll pop it You was for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze
think we playin', think this killa shit a joke Don't around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck semi's Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, 'cause I
Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you Koop with clicks and duck tape and wicked wizards And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my time 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
Give you second about that business, you then finished right Take you to the vault, cash it in, all 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, Camp Posse nigga What, what, it's CP HCP,