Posse song lyrics

Artist  : Project pat 
Song : Posse song
 
 feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse


[Project Pat]
Hen hen hen-o-sin
Make a playa sin
Mix it in with the white 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 understood
In my blood, ain't no traitness
Or no fakeness
And no hoe couldn't break this
You can hate this

[Crunchy Black]
This bitch that bitch, nigga here's the deal
Crunchy ain't runnin round here fakin deals
Crunchy runnin round here tryna get a mil
While you fakin a deal, it don't cost nothin to
be real
All you gotta do is keep that shit real
Don't be runnin round here hollarin you got deals
Don't be runnin round here hollarin that you will
kill
It don't cost nothing to be real
But it cost when you kill

[DJ Paul]
I'm bout to crash into you suckaz like the world
trade
I'm ridin green Escalade
Full of green grenades
You hoes always hollarin that we be some bitches
and shit
But every time I turn around you got our name on
your shit
I used to be with them
Mane i'm still with them
You wish you was with them
How the fuck you hate them
When you always claimin them
I think its funny cuz yall faggots be still,
callin my studio
Tryna get back, stay who you with, cuz I don't
need you hoe

[La Chat]
I call up my niggaz, we buck and toss with no
mercy hoe
We packin this guage and decorating you with
bullet holes
La Chat I be ready, you bout to say for no reason
shit
That leaves me no choice, to grab my glock and
fuck up your wig
You think killa talk
But ain't no kill in your blood boy
That infrared be beamin i got ya scopin behind ya
door
You niggaz can't take it, you hate the fact that
we runnin it
You ain't gotta love it, but you gonna 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 Six? gotta blow your
brains out
Got the South sewed up
Got the guns, load up
Fuckin with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blown
up
It's a hold up
Everybody fold up
Niggaz talk like they tough
But they ain't got no nuts, bitch

[Juicy J]
I'm shootin a dyke in her breast-o
Coward in his chest-o
And this police nigga what we call him Donnie
Brasco
If you bitches want war, you can bring it, lets
go
When i put this tone in ya face, presto
A killa in a black coat, gonna make a mess tho
Leave ya in the street with a bloody Willie Esco
Drankin on some scotch, and we choppin down that
cocoa
Tryna roll some pot in a fuckin optimo (mo)

[Frayser Boy]
Dont you make the wrong move, and you get your
ass killed dog
A fake ass nigga but he claimin that he real dog
You ain't got to lie to kick it actin like he
down dog
Always lookin like tryna wear a murder frown dog
Don't you get smacked and be gettin off the
pavement dog
Don't you make me act a fool with some bad
behavior dog
Hypnotize Camp Posse got my fuckin back dog
Frayser Boy'll leave ya stankin pop you with the
gat dog

[Project Pat]
I'm watchin out for you polices niggaz we tight
This unit rip your head in pieces, I know you
feel it
These lyrics just like Mona Lisa's cuz you can
sell it
The Posse click tight like feces, I know you
smell it
This ghetto hood shit is crucial, just like a
murda
You step hoe then we shoot ya, we quick to serve
ya
You hate us, then it's mutual, so don't be scared
a
The H-C-P'll do ya, mane we gon hurt ya