Posse Song - Clean Album Version

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'

I wanna send a special shout out to these hypocrites

These muthafuckin' fairy informant ass niggaz mayne

You know what I'm sayin', these muhfuckin' Donnie Brascos

These fuckin' dick riders, ol' pussy eatin' bullshit ass niggaz

Run they muhfuckin' mouth, get they muhfuckin' wig

Split, talkin' all that muhfuckin' pussy hoe ass shit nigga

We ain't playin' with none of you hoez

Y'all know who I'm talkin' about fuck you bitches

Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these hoes mayne

Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in with that white and 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 understand in my blood ain't no trakeness

Or no fakeness and no hoe couldn't break this, you can hate this

Dis bitch that bitch, nigga here's the deal

Crunchy ain't runnin' 'round here fakin' deals

Crunchy runnin' 'round here tryna get a meal

Why you fakin' a deal, it don't cost nothin' to be real

All ya gotta do is keep that shit real

Don't be runnin' 'round here hollerin' you got deals

Don't be runnin' 'round here hollerin' that you'll kill

It don't cost nothin' to be real but it costs when ya kill

I'm 'bout to crash into you suckaz like the World Trade

I'm riding Green Escalade, full of green grenades

You hoez always hollerin' that we be some bitches and shit

But everytime I turn around you got our name on your shit

I used to be with them mayne, I'm still with them

You wish you was with them

How the fuck you hate them when you always claimin them?

I think it's funny 'cause ya'll faggots be still calling my studio

Trying to get back, stay who you with 'cuz I don't need ya hoe

I call up my niggaz we buckin' and tossin' with no mercy hoe

We packin' mass case and decoratin' ya with bullet holes

La Chat I be ready you bustaz ain't got no reeds and shit

That leaves me no choice to grab my glock and go fucka wit

You speak killa talk but ain't no killa in yo blood boi

The infrared be beamin', I got this scope-a behind your door

You niggaz can't take it you hate the fact that we runnin' it

You ain't gotta love it but you gon learn to respect it bitch

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 6, gotta blow your brains out

Got that south sowed up, got them guns loaded up

Fuckin' with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blowed up

It's a hold up, everybody fold up

Niggaz talk like they tough but they ain't got no nutts, bitch

I'm shootin' a dike in her breasto, coward in his chesto

And this police nigga, what we call em' Donnie Brasco

If you bitches want war, you can bring it, let's go

When I put this tone in yo face presto

(Click)

A killa in a black coat, goin' to make a mesto

Leave you in da street wit a bloody Willie Esco

Drankin' on some scotch and we choppin' down that coco

Tryin' to roll some pot in a fuckin' optimol-doe

Don't you make the wrong move and you'll get your ass killed dawg

A fake ass nigga but he claimin' that he real dawg

You ain't gotta lie to kick it actin' like you down dawg

Always lookin' lite trying to wear a murder frown dawg

Don't you get smacked and be gettin' off the pavement dawg

Don't you make me act a fool when somebody hatin' me dawg

Hypnotize Camp Posse got my fuckin' back dawg

Frayser Boy will leave you stankin', pop you with that gat dawg

I'm watchin' out for you polices, niggaz who'll tell it

This union will rip your head in pieces, I know ya feel it

These lyrics just like Mona Lisas 'cuz you can sell it

The posse click tight like feces, I know ya smell it

This ghetto hood shit is crucial just like a murder

You step, whoa, then we shoot ya we quick to serve ya

You hate us feelings mutual so don't be scared-a

The HCP will do ya mayne, we gon hurtcha