Luyện nghe bài hát Posse Song

Yeah, you know I'm sayin'
I wanna send a shout out to these hypocrites
These fairy informant ass niggaz 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 muhfuckin' pussy hoe ass shit nigga
We ain't with none of you hoez
Y'all know who I'm talkin' about fuck you
Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these mayne

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

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

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

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

I used to be with them mayne, I'm still with
You wish you was with
How the you hate them when you always claimin 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 we buckin' and tossin' with no mercy hoe
We packin' case and decoratin' ya with bullet holes
La Chat I be ready you bustaz ain't got no and shit
That leaves me no choice to grab my glock and go wit

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

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

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

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

A killa in a black coat, to make a mesto
Leave you in da street wit a bloody Esco
Drankin' on scotch and we choppin' down that coco
Tryin' to roll pot in a fuckin' optimol-doe

Don't you make the wrong 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 like you down dawg
Always lookin' lite trying to wear a murder frown

Don't you get smacked and be gettin' off the pavement
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 watchin' out for you polices, niggaz tell it
This union will rip your in pieces, I know ya feel it
lyrics just like Mona Lisas 'cuz you can sell it
The posse click like feces, I know ya smell it

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