Текст, перевод и аккорды “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
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