Posse Song

Posse Song Lyrics

[Juicy J Intro]


Yeah you know what I'm sayin I wanna send a special shout out to these

I'm sayin, These muhf**kin Donnie Brascos these f**kin dickriders, ol' pussy
Hypocrites, these muthaf**kin fairy informant ass niggaz mayne, you know what

Split, talkin all that muhf**kin pussy hoe ass sh*t nigga
Eatin' bullsh*t ass niggaz, run they muhf**kin mouth, get they muhf**kin wig


We ain't playin with none of you hoez

Ya'll know who I'm talkin about f**k YOU b**chES!!!

Project Pat light the f**kin track up for these hoes mayne...



[Project Pat]

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/



[Crunchy Blac]

Dis b**ch that b**ch, 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 sh*t 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/



[DJ Paul]

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 b**ches and sh*t, but everytime I turn

Around you got our name on your sh*t/
"I used to be with them mayne I'm still with them", you wish you was with them/


How the f**k 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 'cause I don't need ya hoe!




[La Chat]

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 sh*t/

That leaves me no choice to grab my glock and go f**ka 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 b**ch!



[Lord Infamous]

Got some syrup in my cup, got some smoke in my mouth/

Got some white in my nose, got your b**ch 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/


f**kin 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...b**ch!!!


[Juicy J]


I'm shootin' a dike in her breasto/

Coward in his chesto/

And this police nigga/What we call em' Donnie Brasco/

If u b**ches want war, U can bring it, Let's go/

When I put this tone in yo face (click) presto/

A killa in a black coat/

Goin' to make a mesto/

Leave u 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 f**kin' optimol-doe/



[Frayser Boy]

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/
Always lookin lite trying to wear a murder frown dawg/
You ain't gotta lie to kick it actin' like you down 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 f**kin back dawg/

Frayser Boy will leave you stankin pop you with that gat dawg/



[Project Pat]

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 Lises 'cause you can sell it

The Posse Click tight like feces I know ya smell it

This ghetto hood sh*t 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