![]() Take your nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind, blow So, when we creep, drop cause I'ma hit you nine times Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your doorĤ, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it goĪnd 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA! ![]() Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doorsįirst one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' getĪ fiend wiolatin' the business, I ain't wit'Īnd now in 2000 you talkin' the same shitĪnd now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporateĪ 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mineĭa End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crackīlood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussionĬome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'įirst crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime If you got a problem with me, holla at my Lugerĭro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack niggaĬane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious niggaĬall a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) įrom hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads Hypnotize Camp Posseįinally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
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