Lyrics:
[DJ Paul]
HCP Hypnotize Camp Posse bitch and it's still on hoe
[(Chorus 1) 2x]
North North North North North Mafia
[Chorus 2]
When you fuck wit
a gunshot)
(take money) Gun talkin’ automatic mins`
(Outlaw Immortal will come an attack)
(take money) eleven’s, fo’teens
(radical posse, as we have thug life
Here we are
The world is ours
(This shit right here make me feel a certain kind of way)
From the block to boulevards
The rain is gone
(This
be fussin', lil' nigga
(Aah, aah, aah)
Get to this money and cause destruction
Lil' bitch (yeah)
I'm like, bitch, fuck you mean? Uh
(Fuck you mean)
We
on the rise get excited by the fragrance
It's strong you can taste it, envision the picture painted
All in God's hands screaming, nigga we made it
Peace over my
touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
And my lil'
fuck that shit I’m an artist
Yo
Lemme just lay my craft
My teas gone cold
My joints gone out
Fuck this life
I just want out
I don’t want die
I won’t lay
the night
Just another way of livin' a day in the life, kick it
(Ray Tyson & 2Pac)
Knew I was a genius, soon as you seen this
Avoid hoe's value, don't
known he can run but not hide
Shudda known that we dont show mercy
Fuck with the gang its the end of your life,
I really try send him to god,
Cuh i
Activist revolutionist, yes the hardest artist
And the smartest, Premier, spark this
*Premier cuts and scratches "My posse from the Bronx is thick!"*
The simple facts of life are such
They cannot be removed
You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things
lane was to inflict pain
Just wanted to be a flyest, is that that so vain?
Mastermind with a brain like Krang
My posse walk around the school like
concept, teacher mosh it up, right
PRT p-osse, boy ghetto with philosophers
All can't get enough of this, drummer common insight, check
Here comes
And a partridge in a pear tree
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you just witnessed theft
The new Three 6 Mafia, Most Known Unknowns
Please don't fuck this album
I can turn up the base I can turn down the treble
Full metal jacket gon fuck up his mental this 12 out the shotty a whole nother level
Two and a half
mobbing fuck do you expect?
When it come to this I don’t stress
Watch a nigga flex
You know it
You know it
You ain’t got the class, you ain’t pass
Homie you
on the block
They be totin hammers they gon let it pop
Fuck with gang they gon send you to the doc
Play games we finna make it to the top
On that bully shit
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
Posse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop
Alright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it
[Ice
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
I don't think I've ever rapped this much in my life
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Where we go
To the cosmos in this hoe, uh huh
To the cos, yo
And how he's coming for me
This time with a massive posse
D12 and a bunch of groupies
Man what should I do?
Heard you've been followed by a violent man
You
a Harley
Always tryna have a party
Fuck the club, at the crib
Dancing around like she knows who it is
Y'all lame like a spliff
Im smoking what the fuck this
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
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