Luyện nghe bài hát Posse Song

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

Run they muhfuckin' mouth, get they wig
Split, talkin' all that muhfuckin' pussy hoe ass nigga
We ain't playin' with of you hoez
know who I'm talkin' about fuck you bitches
Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these mayne

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

Dis that bitch, nigga here's the deal
ain't runnin' 'round here fakin' deals
Crunchy runnin' 'round here 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 runnin' here hollerin' you got deals
be runnin' 'round here hollerin' that you'll kill
It don't cost nothin' to be real but it costs ya kill

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

I to be with them mayne, I'm still with them
You wish you was with
How the fuck you hate them when you claimin them?
I think it's funny 'cause ya'll 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 and tossin' with no mercy hoe
We packin' mass and decoratin' ya with bullet holes
La Chat I be you bustaz ain't got no reeds and shit
That leaves me no choice to grab my and go fucka wit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This ghetto hood shit is 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