Project Pat - Posse Song lyrics

(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse) [Project Pat] Hen hen hen-o-sin Make a playa sin Mix it in with the white 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***a, Hollywood Make it understood In my blood, ain't no traitness Or no fakeness And no hoe couldn't break this You can hate this [Crunchy Black] This b**h that b**h, n***a here's the deal Crunchy ain't runnin round here fakin deals Crunchy runnin round here tryna get a mil While you fakin a deal, it don't cost nothin to be real All you gotta do is keep that sh** real Don't be runnin round here hollarin you got deals Don't be runnin round here hollarin that you will k** It don't cost nothing to be real But it cost when you k** [DJ Paul] I'm bout to crash into you s**az like the world trade I'm ridin green Escalade Full of green grenades You hoes always hollarin that we be some b**hes and sh** But every time I turn around you got our name on your sh** I used to be with them Mane i'm still with them You wish you was with them How the f** you hate them When you always claimin them I think its funny cuz yall f*ggots be still, callin my studio Tryna get back, stay who you with, cuz I don't need you hoe [La Chat] I call up my n***az, we buck and toss with no mercy hoe We packin this guage and decorating you with bullet holes La Chat I be ready, you bout to say for no reason sh** That leaves me no choice, to grab my glock and f** up your wig You think k**a talk But ain't no k** in your blood boy That infrared be beamin i got ya scopin behind ya door You n***az can't take it, you hate the fact that we runnin it You ain't gotta love it, but you gonna learn to respect it b**h [Lord Infamous] Got some syrup in my cup, got some smoke in my mouth Got some white in my nose, got your b**h on the couch Got her head in my lap, trick I gotta keep it South Got a problem with Three Six? gotta blow your brains out Got the South sewed up Got the guns, load up f**in with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blown up It's a hold up Everybody fold up n***az talk like they tough But they ain't got no nuts, b**h [Juicy J] I'm shootin a dyke in her breast-o Coward in his chest-o And this police n***a what we call him Donnie Brasco If you b**hes want war, you can bring it, lets go When i put this tone in ya face, presto A k**a in a black coat, gonna make a mess tho Leave ya in the street with a bloody Willie Esco Drankin on some scotch, and we choppin down that cocoa Tryna roll some pot in a f**in optimo (mo) [Frayser Boy] Dont you make the wrong move, and you get your a** k**ed dog A fake a** n***a but he claimin that he real dog You ain't got to lie to kick it actin like he down dog Always lookin like tryna wear a murder frown dog Don't you get smacked and be gettin off the pavement dog Don't you make me act a fool with some bad behavior dog Hypnotize Camp Posse got my f**in back dog Frayser Boy'll leave ya stankin pop you with the gat dog [Project Pat] I'm watchin out for you polices n***az we tight This unit rip your head in pieces, I know you feel it These lyrics just like Mona Lisa's cuz you can sell it The Posse click tight like feces, I know you smell it This ghetto hood sh** is crucial, just like a murda You step hoe then we shoot ya, we quick to serve ya You hate us, then it's mutual, so don't be scared a The H-C-P'll do ya, mane we gon hurt ya