M.E.M.P.H.I.S.

Finally, I got all real niggas on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
 Niggas that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
 From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
 And you know what that mean bitch
 Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
 Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga
 Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
 Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
 Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
 If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger
 Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
 Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
 Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
 Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'
 First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
 You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine
 Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
 The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
 We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
 In crime, reminds, CrazyNDaLazDayz
 Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
 Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate
 I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
 A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
 Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
 A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'
 And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit
 And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss
 The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth
 The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors
 The first one to bust his gun, hollow tips come by the ton
 Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggas bodies numb
 I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
 And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA!
 Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your door
 4, niggas deep, bandanas with black calicos
 So, when we creep, drop cause I'mma hit you nine times
 Take your nine lives, Young Buck and Hypnotize your mind, blow
 You can believe this, you can believe that
 And believe I got a baseball bat
 And I'm bustin' your head black
 You believe I'm comin' strong
 You believe I'm all grown
 You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
 You half steppin' I got the weapon Boom! Boom!
 I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that
 I love to kill, I love the thrill
 And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga
 No no, come, come and get this bitch
 Ain't got no time fo no shit
 Got all my boys, don't make no noise
 Just throw that trick in the ditch
 It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide
 With the shit that you done
 I got my piece for what I do
 To show you who the fuck number one
 I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart
 It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
 This ain't no crap, I speak the truth
 Gotta come too thick to get me
 On one of you hoes, before you come
 That ain't gon' be easy
 Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
 Get the fuck away from me ho
 Because the crew can't stand them vapors
 Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
 Talkin' that shit about this
 Man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
 Yeah we can do it take your time and do it right
 You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night
 Wanna fight about your friends
 See how them bitches gon' start
 See now that's that type of shit
 That get my muh'fuckin' dick hard
 Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
 Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition
 No set a niggas got guns equivalent to what we pack
 Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
 How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager
 Toss that bitch over the bannister, like trash canisters
 Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
 Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you when drinkin' Absolute
 I woke up early Saturday morning, cellullar phone was ringin' off the charger
 Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch, a cop, or is it them robbers?
 Plottin' MC Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends
 And pay a lemon lame nigga no part of my cheese, gon' reach the ceilling fan
 You can catch my in that purple that thang, on gizold when you see me
 You can joke me and provoke me, best believe you'll bleed this evenin'
 Fuck the reason, and the treason, when it's time to get dirty nigga bet I'll pop it
 You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze
 This bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke
 Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
 Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
 Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise
 Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you mayatez
 Koop with double clicks and duct tape, and wicked wizays
 Anna I prefer it, keep me busy in my free time
 Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they want a reason why
 Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right
 Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight
 And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that
 Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
 Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga
 HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
 What, what, it's CP nigga
 HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga