[Intro: DJ Paul]

Finally, I got all real niggas on a muthafuckin' Posse song

Niggas that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads

(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)

From here 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

[Verse 1: Project Pat]

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'

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]

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

Hypnotize, and blazed another gold plaque

Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

[Verse 3: Juicy J]

I got a 357, a Tec with a black clip

A 180-pound with a 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

[Verse 4: Young Buck]

The first one to bust his gun, hollow tips come by the ton

With 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'ma hit you nine times

Take your nine lives, Young Buck, and Hypnotize your mind, blow

[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]

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 gots 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

[Verse 6: La Chat]

No, no, come, come and get this bitch

Ain't got no time for 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

La Chat ain't gone easy

[Verse 7: Koopsta Knicca]

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 armpits

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 gets my muh'fuckin' dick hard

[Verse 8: T-Rock]

Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition

Terrorist sects, 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

[Verse 9: MC Mack]

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 ceiling 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

[Verse 10: DJ Paul]

Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke

Don't fuck around with HCP and get your ass smoked, ho

Comin' with some fully autos, fuck some semi's

Hit 'em with some hollow autos, 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 stang with that

Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga

HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga

What, what, it's CP nigga

HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga