Luyện nghe bài hát Posse Song

Yeah, you know I'm sayin'
I wanna send a special shout out to these
These fairy informant ass niggaz mayne
You know what I'm sayin', these muhfuckin' Donnie
These fuckin' riders, ol' pussy eatin' bullshit ass niggaz

Run they mouth, get they muhfuckin' wig
Split, talkin' all that muhfuckin' hoe ass shit nigga
We playin' with none of you hoez
Y'all know who I'm talkin' about you bitches
Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these hoes

Hen-hen-O-Sin a playa sin, mix it in with that white and gin
Here we go again, Project Pat gotta keep a strap, haters I rap
Wanna shoot me in my teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark would represent this
Memphis, nigga Hollywood
Make it understand in my ain't no trakeness
Or no fakeness and no hoe couldn't this, you can hate this

Dis bitch that bitch, nigga here's the
Crunchy ain't runnin' 'round here fakin'
Crunchy runnin' here tryna get a meal
Why you a deal, it don't cost nothin' to be real

All ya gotta do is keep shit real
Don't be 'round here hollerin' you got deals
Don't be 'round here hollerin' that you'll kill
It cost nothin' to be real but it costs when ya kill

I'm 'bout to crash into you like the World Trade
I'm riding Green Escalade, full of green
You hoez always that we be some bitches and shit
But everytime I turn around you got our name on your

I used to be them mayne, I'm still with them
You you was with them
How the fuck you them when you always claimin them?
I think it's 'cause ya'll faggots be still calling my studio
Trying to get back, stay who you with 'cuz I don't ya hoe

I call up my niggaz we buckin' and with no mercy hoe
We packin' case and decoratin' ya with bullet holes
La Chat I be ready you bustaz ain't got no reeds and
That me no choice to grab my glock and go fucka wit

You speak killa talk but no killa in yo blood boi
The be beamin', I got this scope-a behind your door
You niggaz can't take it you hate the fact we runnin' it
You ain't gotta it but you gon learn to respect it bitch

Got some syrup in my cup, got some in my mouth
Got some white in my nose, got your bitch on the
Got her head in my lap, trick I gotta it south
Got a problem with Three 6, gotta your brains out

Got south sowed up, got them guns loaded up
Fuckin' with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya up
It's a hold up, everybody up
Niggaz talk like they tough but ain't got no nutts, bitch

I'm shootin' a dike in her breasto, in his chesto
And this nigga, what we call em' Donnie Brasco
If you bitches want war, you can it, let's go
When I put tone in yo face presto
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A killa in a black coat, to make a mesto
Leave you in da wit a bloody Willie Esco
Drankin' on some scotch and we down that coco
to roll some pot in a fuckin' optimol-doe

Don't you make the wrong move and you'll get your ass killed
A fake ass nigga but he claimin' that he dawg
You ain't gotta lie to kick it like you down dawg
Always lookin' lite trying to a murder frown dawg

you get smacked and be gettin' off the pavement dawg
Don't you make me act a fool when hatin' me dawg
Hypnotize Camp Posse got my fuckin' back
Frayser Boy will leave you stankin', pop you with that gat

I'm out for you polices, niggaz who'll tell it
This union rip your head in pieces, I know ya feel it
These lyrics just like Mona Lisas 'cuz you can it
The posse tight like feces, I know ya smell it

This ghetto hood shit is crucial just a murder
You step, whoa, we shoot ya we quick to serve ya
You hate us feelings mutual so don't be
The HCP will do ya mayne, we gon