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Posse Song
[Juicy J Intro]
Yeah you know what I'm sayin I wanna send a special shout out to these
hypocrites, these muthafuckin fairy informant ass niggaz mayne, you know what
I'm sayin, These muhfuckin Donnie Brascos these fuckin dickriders, ol' pussy
eatin' bullshit ass niggaz, run they muhfuckin mouth, get they muhfuckin wig
split, talkin all that muhfuckin pussy hoe ass shit nigga
We ain't playin with none of you hoez
Ya'll know who I'm talkin about FUCK YOU BITCHES!!!
Project Pat light the fuckin track up for these hoes mayne...
[Project Pat]
Hen-Hen-O-Sin make a playa sin/
Mix it in with that white and gin/
Here we go again/
Project Pat gotta keep a strap/
Haters know I rap/
Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map/
I attack like a shark would/
Represent this hood/
North Memphis, nigga Hollywood/
Make it understand in my blood ain't no trakeness, or no fakeness/
And no hoe couldn't break this/
You can hate this/
[Crunchy Blac]
Dis Bitch that bitch, nigga here's the deal/
Crunchy ain't runnin' round' here fakin' deals/
Crunchy runnin round here tryna get a meal/
Why you fakin' a deal, it don't cost nothin to be real/
All ya gotta do is keep that shit real/
Don't be runnin round here hollerin you got deals/
Don't be runnin round here hollerin that you'll kill/
It don't cost nothin to be real, but it costs when ya kill/
[DJ Paul]
I'm bout to crash into you suckaz like the WORLD TRADE/
I'm riding Green Escalade, full of green grenades/
You hoez always hollerin that we be some bitches and shit, but everytime I turn
around you got our name on your shit/
"I used to be with them mayne I'm still with them", you wish you was with them/
How the fuck you hate them when you always claimin them?/
I think it's funny cause ya'll faggots be still calling my studio
Trying to get back, stay who you with cuz I don't need ya hoe!
[La Chat]
I call up my niggaz we buckin' and tossin' with no mercy hoe/
We packin mass case, and decoratin ya with bullet holes/
La Chat I be ready you bustaz ain't got no reeds and shit/
That leaves me no choice to grab my glock and go fucka wit/
You speak killa talk, but ain't no killa in yo blood boi!/
The infrared be beamin', I got this scope-a behind your door/
You niggaz 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 bitch!
[Lord Infamous]
Got some syrup in my cup, got some smoke in my mouth/
Got some white in my nose, got your bitch on the couch/
Got her head in my lap, trick I gotta keep it south/
Got a problem with Three 6, gotta blow your brains out/
Got that south sowed up/
Got them guns loaded up/
Fuckin with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blowed up/
It's a hold up, Everybody fold up/
Niggaz talk like they tough, but they ain't got no nutts...BITCH!!!
[Juicy J]
I'm shootin' a dike in her breasto/
Coward in his chesto/
And this police nigga/What we call em' Donnie Brasco/
If u bitches want war, U can bring it, Let's go/
When I put this tone in yo face (click) presto/
A killa in a black coat/
Goin' to make a mesto/
Leave u in da street wit a bloody Willie Esco/
Drankin' on some scotch, and we choppin' down that coco/
Tryin' to roll some pot in a fuckin' optimol-doe/
[Frayser Boy]
Don't you make the wrong move, and you'll get your ass killed dawg/
A fake ass nigga, but he claimin that he real dawg/
You ain't gotta lie to kick it actin' like you down dawg/
Always lookin lite trying to wear a murder frown dawg/
Don't you get smacked, and be gettin off the pavement dawg/
Don't you make me act a fool when somebody hatin' me dawg/
Hypnotize Camp Posse got my fuckin back dawg/
Frayser Boy will leave you stankin pop you with that gat dawg/
[Project Pat]
I'm watchin out for you polices, niggaz who'll tell it
This union will rip your head in pieces, I know ya feel it
These lyrics just like Mona Lises cuz you can sell it
The Posse Click tight like feces I know ya smell it
This ghetto hood shit is crucial just like a murder
You step WHOA then we shoot ya we quick to serve ya
You hate us feelings mutual so don't be scared-a
The HCP will do ya mayne we gon hurtcha
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