D.J. Paul - M.E.M.P.H.I.S. (Remix) lyrics

[DJ Paul] Finally, I got all real n***as on on a muthaf**in' Posse song n***as that's down to cut some muthaf**in' heads (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town n***a And you know what that mean b**h Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious b**h Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious n***a [Project Pat] Call a n***a, drug dealer, out here on the track n***a Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack n***a Caine slanger, b**h banger, dog I'll bring it to ya If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga 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 bullsh**, then the bullets start bustin' [Lord Infamous] First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime You slip, I Live By My Rep don't f** 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, CrazedNLazDayz Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate [Juicy J] I got a 357, a tec with a black clip A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips Some k**az 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 sh** 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, fool [Young Buck] First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton Two AK's and plus a drum, to leave these n***as bodies numb I don't talk this sh** for fun, co*k it back and let it go And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA! Picture me, naked face, kickin' in your DO' 4 n***as deep, bandanas with black calicos So, when we creep, dump cause I'mma hit you nine times Take your nine lives, Young Buck and Hypnotize your mind, blaow Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya [Cruchy 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 n***a, I love to get it on No half steppin' I gots the weapon a Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that I love to k**, I love the thrill And I love to put a n***a body parts in the field, n***a [La Chat] No no, come, come and get this b**h, ain't got no time fo no sh** 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 ya slide, with the sh** that ya done I got my P's on what I do to show you who the f** number one I shot that b**h without no conscience, ain't got no love in my heart It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my tongue This ain't no threat, 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 [Koopsta Knicca:] Man a b**h'll take that lil bit out her p**y for them papers Get the f** away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors Take her, break her, to whip that funky b**h Talkin' that sh** about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits Yeah, we can do it, take your time and do it right You can gimme the f**in' chewin', I can f** you all night Wanna fight about your friends see how them b**hes gon' start See now that's that type of sh** that get my muh'f**in' dick hard [T-Rock] Capital Mac-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition No set a n***as got guns equivalent to what we pack Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats How in the f** can you handle the, busta damager Toss that b**h 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, and trick be absolute [MC Mack] I woke up early Saturday morning Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a b**h or cop or it's them robbers Plottin' MC Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends And pay a livin', neh n***a, Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan You can catch my in that president thing, on grizz-old when you see me You can joke me, and provoke me, best believe you'll bleed this evenin' f** the reason, and the treason One time to get dirty n***a better I'll pop it You was gaspin' for your last breath, but all I heard was k**a Klan Kaze [DJ Paul] These b**hes think we playin', think this k**a sh** a joke Gon' f** around with HCP and get yo a** smoked, ho Comin' with some fully auto's, f** some semi's Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise Blastin' like some rondo batays, for yo mayates Koop with double clicks and duct tape, and wicked wizays And I, preferrin' keepin' me busy in my free time Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap 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, c**aine make it that Plus, I gotta eat so this nine-milly, willy, n***a I slang with that b**h, n***a, it's CP, n***a HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse n***a What, what, it's CP, n***a HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse n***a It's CP n***a it's CP, n***a HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse n***a It's CP n***a it's CP, n***a HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse n***a