![]() ![]() Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin' You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hardĬapital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right Man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me ![]() It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit You believe, that nigga, I love to get it onīoom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe thatĪnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown You can believe this, you can believe thatĪnd believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black Take your nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind, blow So, when we creep, drop cause I'ma hit you nine times Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your doorĤ, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it goĪnd 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA! Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doorsįirst one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' getĪ fiend wiolatin' the business, I ain't wit'Īnd now in 2000 you talkin' the same shitĪnd now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporateĪ 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mineĭa End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crackīlood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussionĬome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'įirst crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime If you got a problem with me, holla at my Lugerĭro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack niggaĬane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious niggaĬall a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) įrom hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads Hypnotize Camp Posseįinally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song ![]()
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