Lyrics:
and I bet that he squeal
Keep thinking I won't and I bet you I will
Know that these n***as don't know how it feel
To struggle your whole life this shit
posse full of demons and witches
We met up at the Abyss ready to salughter the bitches
Yo, but wouldn't you know satan went out like a sucka
So I left
Uh! He heh
Master P and Treach nigga
It's all family baby
Get them Naughty boys I got the No Limit Soldiers
And when we posse up these
the stuff, you can't hang with this
I'm a pusher, a killer, never to be followed
(To all you posses) 187 with a beer bottle
So how you figure, the are?dd
miss
(You know, takin' no prisoners man, ready to do whatever whenever)
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(Fuck what they talkin' bout man, you jus
Oh, this has been my longest day
Sitting here close to you
Knowing that maybe tonight we're trough
Like an image passing by, my love, my life
In
"They see me comin
I see them runnin
They see me comin
I see them runnin
Red red rum on the carpet
Killin these hoes cannot top this
Top of the top
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise
Aw shit, yeah
Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well, I brought some friends with me too
poss posse re re re re reckin
Complex compliments this simple to complete this individual
Simplex the original beat the hypocritical, ridicule
Fuck your problem (Oh, yeah)
Fuck your posse (Oh, yeah)
You don't want no problem (Want no problem)
Hop out, pop it (Huh, pop it)
Fuck your posse (Fuck
Yo, the voice of the announcer signing off
Salvador, a connoisseur, a hot monologue
Rachmaninoff, livin' life not by the law
And I'm a product
Yeah we back up in this mothafucka
Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe
Three 6 mafia M Child
A whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this
another crazy
Nigga here with a gun
" well let me tell you
Something: Human life means very
Little to me at this point in time you
See, I thrive on misery
on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane (that's it right there, Gnealz)
This nigga talkin' crazy 'bout who, mane?
Shot a pussy
miss me
Hope in hard times never catch me slippin'
Fuck authorities, they wonder why minorities be trippin'
We ain't havin' it, time to tear this shit
No hater gone stop me
I don’t need no posse
I had to wait on the game
Cause niggas was hating
Now they all gotta watch me
I made a name on my own
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
of your mind, my love, my life
Are the words you try to find, my love, my life
But I know I don't posses you
So go away, God bless you
You are still my
out
Or do this like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Thug Luv
I'll probably be punished
out
Or do this like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Thug Luv
I'll probably be punished
out
Or do this like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Thug Luv
I'll probably be punished
out
Or do this like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Thug Luv
I'll probably be punished
is kind of insane
I Scarecrow with mystical styles
Niggas are getting buck wild
Look at my dirty fouls
Bodies are stacked up by pounds
You want to fuck
the whole posse (Smash, smash)
Brr- brr- brr- brr- brr
Billion out the bando, 12 pulled up
Had to skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt (Fuck it up)
Brr- brr- brr- brr- brr
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