Frayser Boy - H.C.P. (Posse Song) lyrics

[Frayser Boy] For the dro, comin' through the doe Got it 'bout to click b**h Used to f** with you tough, now you on my sh**list Frayser Boy, keep it on the low Reap it then you sow Yeah that 40 nickel close n***a keep it for a ho Games played, lames sprayed f**in' with the six, ho Find out where you live Cause it's time to pull a kickdoe Snatch your p**y a** out your sleep I'm a nightmare Threw your a** in with the stand Leave it right there [Lil Wyte] I really think you lost your wind I'm like goddamn, this'll make you snatch up out your care This Lil Wyte the motherf**ing cracker from the camp, yeah I hold it down where I am from Or hit the corner, blow them crumbs A psychopathic lyrical lunatic And my gauge has to thump f** you motherf**ers, I'm not going, I'm too smart for that Me and Cruncy Black creeping somewhere dressed in all black and strapped You wanna test the 6, Frayser Boy or even Project Pat Whether or not I say your name you know where this missile's landing at Say something else [Lord Infamous] Whoever wish to diss Three 6, I'll ma**acre your a** If you live, creep up to your wheelchair, rip out your sh**bag b**hes bark like pitbulls but bite like poodles Talk that sh** in person, Red Dragon cook your noodles 15 years, Lord's a microphone fiend Like Michael Myers b**h, my anniversary is Halloween And I'm deeply into voodoo Cut out your tongue and mute you Wear three vests and it's STILL goin' through you [Juicy J] To be just like me I must start confessin' 18 years of work and prayin' and God's blessing Raised, a ghetto child, North Memphis and that's a fact I walked them car lots, pay cash for Maybach It's easy to see bullsh** I ain't wiiit' Haters talkin' sh** 'bout HCP cliiick And nobody produced producers that God made Hard on them beats and yes we is paiiid [DJ Paul] It's HCP n***a what the f** you think We pop hydro shocks and you be shootin' blanks I got four full clips, you on a quarter of a tank We bust like nuts on a p**no tape I'mma hit you from the rooter to the tooter With this automatic shooter Whatever part I hit, best believe it's goin' through ya Shootouts for whole days 24 hours long We been in battles for real Y'all just making songs 'bout it [Boogiemane] I'm the Boogiemane b**h Ain't no ho in my blood It's plenty much love givin' So I'm bringin' them slugs And dumpin', frankly I've been sick of all these bullsh** games I'm the type, the first n***a out bringin' the pain And gon' make sure that his ho a** losin' his life 4,5,6 shots, motherf**er surprise! Gonna be the only motherf**ers left in this b**h For when we mob out n***a you'll be locked down, b**h! [Crunchy Black] I am the main one, cut 'em up in chunks You would rather mess wit' a f*ggot than mess wit' me punk See it's one the hard way, in case you heard I'mma send you a word 'bout a lil' bitty bird Let me let you know somethin' see it's time's out for talkin' Go on a blind date and meet the yawkin' It's hard hittin' n***as don't wanna see you stalkin' Your body on the ground outlined wit' chalkin' [Chrome] Violate Lil' Chrome aka Corleone n***as gon' need stitches just to make it back home And I say what I mean and I mean what I say Some Looney Tune rappers, you ain't the hardest where I stay I never bite my tongue, you will get knocked out Frayser, Wyte and Chrome, we the truth in the South Hit your mouth, we really really bring 'em out HCP b**h, put the barrel in your mouth [Frayser Boy] Gone like what happened? Must have been the d** And them haters nuts pumped n***a hater put a slug in her mama Keep it gutter in the field where I come from Had a few minor scratches and scrapes but I'm unharmed Y'all actin' like a ho wit' a big old wet p**y HCP, ain't a n***a I'mma let push me Sayin' what I feel cause I'm real Cause it is what it is Homie we could handle this Cause it's real where I live HCP n***a!