[DJ Paul]
Finally, I got all real n***as on on a muthaf**in' Posse song
n***as that's down to cut some muthaf**in' heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town n***a
And you know what that mean b**h
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious b**h
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious n***a
[Project Pat]
Call a n***a, drug dealer, out here on the track n***a
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack n***a
Caine slanger, b**h banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullsh**, then the bullets start bustin'
[Lord Infamous]
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't f** with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz
Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate
[Juicy J]
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
Some k**az on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'
And now in 2000 you talkin' the same sh**
And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss
The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool
[Young Buck]
First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK's and plus a drum, to leave these n***as bodies numb
I don't talk this sh** for fun, co*k it back and let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA!
Picture me, naked face, kickin' in your DO'
4 n***as deep, bandanas with black calicos
So, when we creep, dump cause I'mma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, Young Buck and Hypnotize your mind, blaow
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
[Cruchy Black]
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black
You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown
You believe, that n***a, I love to get it on
No half steppin' I gots the weapon a
Boom! Boom!
I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that
I love to k**, I love the thrill
And I love to put a n***a body parts in the field, n***a
[La Chat]
No no, come, come and get this b**h, ain't got no time fo no sh**
Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain't no way La Chat gon' let ya slide, with the sh** that ya done
I got my P's on what I do to show you who the f** number one
I shot that b**h without no conscience, ain't got no love in my heart
It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my tongue
This ain't no threat, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy
[Koopsta Knicca:]
Man a b**h'll take that lil bit out her p**y for them papers
Get the f** away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky b**h
Talkin' that sh** about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah, we can do it, take your time and do it right
You can gimme the f**in' chewin', I can f** you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them b**hes gon' start
See now that's that type of sh** that get my muh'f**in' dick hard
[T-Rock]
Capital Mac-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition
No set a n***as got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the f** can you handle the, busta damager
Toss that b**h over the bannister, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute
[MC Mack]
I woke up early Saturday morning
Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a b**h or cop or it's them robbers
Plottin' MC Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends
And pay a livin', neh n***a, Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan
You can catch my in that president thing, on grizz-old when you see me
You can joke me, and provoke me, best believe you'll bleed this evenin'
f** the reason, and the treason
One time to get dirty n***a better I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your last breath, but all I heard was k**a Klan Kaze
[DJ Paul]
These b**hes think we playin', think this k**a sh** a joke
Gon' f** around with HCP and get yo a** smoked, ho
Comin' with some fully auto's, f** some semi's
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise
Blastin' like some rondo batays, for yo mayates
Koop with double clicks and duct tape, and wicked wizays
And I, preferrin' keepin' me busy in my free time
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight
And I'm in a bad mood, c**aine make it that
Plus, I gotta eat so this nine-milly, willy, n***a I slang with that
b**h, n***a, it's CP, n***a HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse n***a
What, what, it's CP, n***a HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse n***a
It's CP n***a it's CP, n***a HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse n***a
It's CP n***a it's CP, n***a HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse n***a