Project Pat - M.E.M.P.H.I.S. lyrics

[DJ Paul] (Crunchy Black) 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) [*repeats through whole song*] 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 Cane slanger, b**h 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 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, CrazyNDaLazDayz Hypnotize, 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 fiend 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 doors [Young Buck] First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this 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, to kickin' in your door 4, n***as deep, bandanas with black calicos So, when we creep, drop cause I'mma hit you nine times Take your nine lives, Young Buck and Hypnotize your mind, blow [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 n***a, I love to get it on You half steppin' I got the weapon 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 it slide With the sh** that you done I got my piece for what I do To show you who the f** number one I shot that b**h 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 [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 Mack-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, butsa damager Toss that b**h over the banaster, 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 is it them robbers Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends And pay a livin', neh n***a Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin' f** the reason, and the treason Time to get dirty n***a better I'll pop it You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was k**a Klan Kaze [DJ Paul] b**hes think we playin', think this k**a sh** a joke Don't f** around with HCP and get you 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 you mayatez Koop with double clicks and duct tape, and wicked wizays And I, perferrin' keepin' 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, c**aine make it that Plus, I gotta ease on 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