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    "Posse Song" Lyrics

    Project Pat

    [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
    This song was submitted on September 23rd, 2015 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Cedric Coleman, Darnell Carlton, Jordan Houston, Patrick Lanshaw, Paul Beauregard, Ricky Dunigan.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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