Luyện nghe bài hát Posse Song

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

Run muhfuckin' mouth, get they muhfuckin' 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 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 a strap, haters know I rap
Wanna shoot me in my teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark would represent hood
North Memphis, Hollywood
Make it understand in my blood ain't no
Or no fakeness and no hoe couldn't this, you can hate this

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

All ya gotta do is keep that shit
Don't be runnin' 'round here 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 'bout to into you suckaz like the World Trade
I'm Green Escalade, full of green grenades
You hoez hollerin' that we be some bitches and shit
But everytime I turn around you got our on your shit

I used to be with them mayne, I'm still them
You wish you was them
How the fuck you hate 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 'cuz I need ya hoe

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

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

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

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

I'm shootin' a in her breasto, coward 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 in a black coat, goin' to make a mesto
you in da street wit a bloody Willie Esco
Drankin' on some scotch and we choppin' 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 nigga but he that he real dawg
You ain't lie to kick it actin' like 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 tell it
This union will rip head in pieces, I know ya feel it
These lyrics just like Lisas 'cuz you can sell it
The posse tight like feces, I know ya smell it

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