Luyện nghe bài hát Posse Song

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

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

make a playa sin, mix it in with that white and gin
Here we go again, Pat gotta keep a strap, haters know I rap
Wanna shoot me in my teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark would represent this
North Memphis, nigga
Make it in my blood ain't no trakeness
Or no fakeness and no hoe break this, you can hate this

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

All ya gotta do is that shit real
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 when ya

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

I used to be with them mayne, I'm with them
You you was with them
How the fuck you hate them when you always them?
I think it's funny ya'll faggots be still calling my studio
Trying to get back, stay who you 'cuz 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 bullet
La Chat I be ready you ain't got no reeds and shit
That leaves me no choice to grab my and go fucka wit

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

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

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

I'm shootin' a in her breasto, coward in his chesto
And this nigga, what we call em' Donnie Brasco
If you bitches want war, you can it, let's go
I put this tone in yo face presto
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A killa in a 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 some pot in a fuckin'

Don't you make the wrong move and get your ass killed dawg
A ass nigga but he claimin' that he real 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 somebody hatin' me dawg
Hypnotize Camp got my fuckin' back dawg
Frayser Boy will you stankin', pop you with 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 Mona Lisas you can sell it
The posse click tight like feces, I know ya it

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