Luyện nghe bài hát Posse Song

Yeah, you know what I'm
I wanna send a special out to these hypocrites
These muthafuckin' fairy informant ass niggaz
You know what I'm sayin', these muhfuckin' Brascos
These dick riders, ol' pussy eatin' bullshit ass niggaz

Run they muhfuckin' mouth, get they wig
Split, talkin' all muhfuckin' pussy hoe ass shit nigga
We ain't playin' with none of you
Y'all know who I'm talkin' about you bitches
Project Pat light the track up for these hoes mayne

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

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

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

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

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

I call up my niggaz we buckin' and with no mercy hoe
We packin' mass case and decoratin' ya with holes
La Chat I be ready you bustaz got no reeds and shit
That leaves me no to grab my glock and go fucka wit

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

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

Got that south sowed up, got them guns up
Fuckin' with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya up
It's a hold up, fold up
Niggaz talk like they tough but they got no nutts, bitch

I'm a dike in her breasto, coward in his chesto
And this nigga, what we call em' Donnie Brasco
If you want war, you can bring it, let's go
When I put this in yo face presto
(Click)

A killa in a black coat, goin' to a mesto
Leave you in da street wit a bloody Willie
on some scotch and we choppin' down that coco
Tryin' to roll some pot in a fuckin'

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

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

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

ghetto hood shit is crucial just like a murder
You step, whoa, then we ya we quick to serve ya
You us feelings mutual so don't be scared-a
The HCP do ya mayne, we gon hurtcha