Luyện nghe bài hát Posse Song

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

Run they mouth, get they muhfuckin' wig
Split, talkin' all that muhfuckin' pussy hoe ass nigga
We playin' with none of you hoez
Y'all who I'm talkin' about fuck you bitches
Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these mayne

Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in that white and gin
we go again, Project 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 hood
North Memphis, Hollywood
Make it understand in my ain't no trakeness
Or no fakeness and no hoe couldn't break this, you can this

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

All ya do is keep that shit real
Don't be runnin' 'round hollerin' you got deals
Don't be 'round here hollerin' that you'll kill
It don't nothin' to be real but it costs when ya kill

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

I used to be with them mayne, I'm still them
You you was with them
How the fuck you them 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 'cuz I don't need ya hoe

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

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

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

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

I'm a dike in her breasto, coward in his chesto
And this police nigga, we call em' Donnie Brasco
If you bitches want war, you can it, let's go
I put this tone in yo face presto
(Click)

A killa in a black coat, goin' to a mesto
Leave you in da street wit a bloody Esco
on some scotch and we choppin' down that coco
Tryin' to roll some pot in a fuckin'

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 gotta lie to it actin' like you down dawg
Always lookin' lite trying to wear a murder frown

Don't you get and be gettin' off the pavement dawg
Don't you make me act a fool when somebody hatin' me
Camp Posse got my fuckin' back dawg
Frayser Boy leave you stankin', pop you with that gat dawg

I'm watchin' out for you polices, niggaz who'll it
union will rip your head in pieces, I know ya feel it
These lyrics just like Mona Lisas 'cuz you can it
The posse click like feces, I know ya smell it

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