Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a Posse song 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, coke snorter, come and get a nigga slangier, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya If you got a with me, holla at my Luger
Dro puffer, cheese up, when we on the track jack Hit you in the head, with the gat, your skull crack gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion Come with bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'
crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with 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 gold Sixty 6, sixty 1, The 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 ain't
And now in you talkin' the same shit And now in 2000 I'll and I won't miss smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill The grill is gold, and the curls they know kick doors
The first one to bust his gun, 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, cock it and let it go And 6 shots, the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, whoa
Picture me, face, to kickin' in your door 4 niggaz deep, bandannas with calicos So, when we creep, drop 'cause 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 your head black You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all You believe nigga I love to get it on
You steppin', I got the weapon Boom, boom, I'm blastin' at mind to get you believe that I love to kill, I the thrill And I to put a nigga body 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 make no noise, just throw that in the ditch It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit you done I got my for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my It ain't no way that I handle, keep that tone in my jaw This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too 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 papers Get the fuck away from me, ho The crew can't stand them Take her, break her, to whip that funky 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 fuck you all Wanna fight your friends see how them bitches 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 pull and lock 'em in the No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic
How in the fuck can you handle the, damager Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot Plus, I'll be the cap for you, and trick be absolute
I up early Saturday morning Suddenly your 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 gon' reach 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 bleed this evenin' Fuck the reason, and the treason, time to get nigga better I'll pop it You was gaspin' for life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze
Bitches think we playin', this killa shit a joke Don't fuck around HCP and get you ass smoked, ho Comin' some fully auto's, fuck some semi's Hit 'em with hollow auto's, 'cause I despise
Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you Koop with double clicks and duck and wicked wizards And I, perferin' keepin' in my freak time Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna why
Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished Take you to the vault, cash it in, all flight And I'm in a bad mood, make it that Plus, I ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
Bitch, nigga, it's CP HCP, Camp Posse nigga What, what, CP nigga HCP,