Lyrics:
But that was number one, this is the number two
The posse grew,we're gonna break through
Power
Somebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize
say my style is lackadaisical
Now you hear the music and you say, "That's the way to go"
A show, a gig, it has signs to picket
Now I'm rockin
A movie girl no matinee
Good weed stay smokin' like a Chevrolet
You can tell she from the south
By the way she speak
Plus she says she on them
Z's but ain't
a pitbull
Just layin for a reason to pull
on you, any duck motherfucker that gets in my way
I'm insane, and my homeboy's death made me this way
But then
posse know that we ah rule every sound
Jump up in the dance and run every town ah
DJ, nuff, clown
Come up in the dance, BUCKS em right down ah
If
was raised by the streets
By the streets
Any way necessary gotta eat
Gotta eat
You know how we rising like yeast
Yeah we rising
Can't fuck with me
I was
stick
I snort caine, and do cocktails
Make way for the six five killa whale
That love to box and don't care if I die
With fists that will open and shut
the ways
I can’t change how I was raised
You know that's just the ways
That's just the ways, that's just the ways
That's just the ways, yeah yeah
I
layin' shit down
In your set with all type of shootouts
Raised by my goons
My homies show me how to move And how to clean off that gun residue
OG homies
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
NiiGGA CUT DONT EAT SUCKA
(VERZE 3)
PLAYAZ WATCH ME
LiiKE iiMMA FUKiiN ATACHEE
BUT ii GOT LEZZONZ ND SUGGESTiiONZ
LiiKE THAT R-B-L POSSE
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Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
(Mafia, ya, why-ya, why-ya, ya,
call
My desperado posse that can bring down any wall
I've had rattlesnake venom in my veins since my first words
Every other word that's coming out my
call
My desperado posse that can bring down any wall
I’ve had rattlesnake venom in my veins since my first words
Every other word that’s coming out my
On Friday downplay as all horseplay
Fucking loser
Say Bitch please these nazis
Are fucking christen posse
4 more quazi
Join the army
Like a komakazi
Get down
the Act in the Phantom
I'm too hot to hot to handle
The police hate my guts
'Cause the niggas kicking dust
They was raised by us, what the fuck
on the streets is do or die, motherfucker
Now as a child I was raised in the church
Now whatever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the dirt?
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
(The moral of that story is
Don't mess around and get yo ass stomped)
[ The Godfather Rock ]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah - yeeaaaah)
Boo-Yaa funkin it up
I'm gon' take it off politely
So when I go back to sell it, it's not damaged, not even slightly
Raised around killers, that's how I'm cut
Found out
call
My desperado posse that can bring down any wall
I've had rattlesnake venom in my veins since my first words
Every other word that's coming out my
call
My desperado posse that can bring down any wall
I’ve had rattlesnake venom in my veins since my first words
Every other word that’s coming out my
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