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lirik lagu posse song – project pat

(juicy j intro)
yeah you know what i’m sayin i wanna send a special shout out to these
hypocrites, these m-th-f-ckin fairy informant -ss n-gg-z mayne, you know what
i’m sayin, these muhf-ckin donnie brascos these f-ckin d-ckriders, ol’ p-ssy
eatin’ bullsh-t -ss n-gg-z, run they muhf-ckin mouth, get they muhf-ckin wig
split, talkin all that muhf-ckin p-ssy hoe -ss sh-t n-gg-
we ain’t playin with none of you hoez
ya’ll know who i’m talkin about f-ck you b-tches!
project pat light the f-ckin 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, n-gg- 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-tch that b-tch, n-gg- 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-tches 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-ck you hate them when you always claimin them?/
i think it’s funny cause ya’ll f-ggots be still calling my studio
trying to get back, stay who you with cuz i don’t need ya hoe!

(la chat)
i call up my n-gg-z we buckin’ and tossin’ with no mercy hoe/
we packin m-ss 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-cka 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 n-gg-z 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-tch!

(lord infamous)
got some syrup in my cup, got some smoke in my mouth/
got some white in my nose, got your b-tch 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-ckin with the scarecrow, that’ll get ya blowed up/
it’s a hold up, everybody fold up/
n-gg-z talk like they tough, but they ain’t got no nutts… b-tch!

(juicy j)
i’m shootin’ a dike in her breasto/
coward in his chesto/
and this police n-gg-/what we call em’ donnie brasco/
if u b-tches 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 bl–dy willie esco/
drankin’ on some scotch, and we choppin’ down that coco/
tryin’ to roll some pot in a f-ckin’ optimol-doe/

(frayser boy)
don’t you make the wrong move, and you’ll get your -ss killed dawg/
a fake -ss n-gg-, 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 f-ckin back dawg/
frayser boy will leave you stankin pop you with that gat dawg/

(project pat)
i’m watchin out for you polices, n-gg-z who’ll tell it
this union will rip your head in pieces, i know ya feel it
these lyrics just like mona lises cuz 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

- project pat

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