Crunchy Black - Memphis lyrics

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Finally!

I got all real niggas on a motherfuckin' posse song!

Niggas that's down to cut some motherfuckin heads!

From here to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-Town, nigga

And you know what that means, bitch!

Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious, bitch

Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious, nigga!

Call a nigga, drug dealer

Out here on the track nigga

Weed smoker, coke snorter

Come and get a pack, nigga

'Cain slanger, bitch banger

Dogg I bring it to ya

If you got a problem with' me

Holla at my Luger

'Dro puffer, cheese cuffer

When we on the jack-jack

Hit'cha in the head with' that Gat

Til' ya skull crack

Blood gushin', head-rushin'

At first, no discussion

Come with' that bullshit

Then them bullets start bustin'

First crime, we came with' "Mystic Stylez"

I rhyme, you slip

I "Live by my Rep", don't fuck with' mine

"The End", the souls of men

They beggin' inside the posse

The Prophet, the Posse

We all collide, we brew

The trap-titute, to end they phase

I'm outty

And crime reminds Crazed in Last Days

Hypno-tize and blazed another gold plate

"Sixty-Six, Sixty-One"

The smoke cleared, evaporate

I got a three-fifty-seven

A Tech with' a black clip

A hundred-eighty pounds

With' a fist that gon' bust lips

Some killas on my side

If I tell 'em, they gon' get

A fool violatin' the business he ain't with'

And now in 2000, he talkin' the same shit

And now in 2000, I bust and I won't miss

The smoke is in the air

The liquor is still a fifth

The groupies still rollin'

The curls ain't no kick foo

The first one of us is done

Hollow-tips come by the ton

With' two AK's and plus a drum

To leave these nigga's bodies numb

I don't talk this shit for fun

Cock it back and let it go

With' six shots, from the Three-6 shooters

Lettin' 'em know, whoa

Picture me, naked-faced to kickin' in yo door

Four, niggas deep, bandanas with' black Calico's

So, when we creep, duck

Cause I might hit you nine times

Take yo nine lives

Jump up and hypnotize yo mind

Blaow!

You can believe this

You can believe that

And believe I got, a baseball bat

And I'm bustin' yo head, black

And believe I'm comin' strong

And believe I'm all grown

And believe, that nigga I love to get it on

No half-steppin', I gots the weapon

A Boom-Boom! I'm blastin' at'cha

I'm out to get'cha, believe that

I love to kill, I love the thrill

And I love to put a nigga's body parts in the field, nigga!

I'm gon' go blastin' to get this bitch

Ain't got no time for no shit

Gotta hope my boys don't make no noise

Just throw that trick in the ditch

Ain't know way La Chat gon' let'cha slide

With' the shit that'cha done

I got my bruise on what I do

To show you folks one-by-one

A sheisty bitch, without no punch

Just got no love in my heart

It ain't no boy that I can't handle

Keep that tone in my trunk

This ain't no threat, I speak the truth

Gotta come too thick to get me

I'm warnin' you hoes before you come

That that ain't gon' be easy

Man a bitch'll take that loot

Without a pussy for them papers

Get the fuck away from me, ho!

Because the Koop can't stand the vapors

Take her, break her, to whoop that funky bitch

Talkin' that shit about this man

You gets yo chest up in yo arm, bitch

Yeaah, we can do it

Take yo time, do it right

You can give me the fuckin' chew

And I could fuck ya all night

Wanna fight about'cho friends

See how that be, just don't start

See now that's that type of shit

That get my muh'fuckin dick hard

Gather the Mac-11's and load 'em full of ammunition

Terrorist sets, we pull him like I'm in the Expedition

All seven niggas, got guns equivelent to what we pack

Nuclear pistols, and fire-scorchin' automatic Gats

How in the fuck can you handle the

Busted amateur

Toss the bitch over the banister

Like trash canisters

Hollow-points into yo gathered troops

When I have to shoot

Plus I be storin' the calf of you

And drinkin' Absolute

I woke up early Saturday mornin'

Cellular phone was ringin' off the charger

Thinkin' to myself, man is it a bitch?

A cop or, it's them robbers

Pardon Mr. Mac, off in the scheme

I'm stangin' for my dividends

And pay a livin', ain't makin no brother

My cheese gon' reach the ceiling-fan

You can catch me in that burgandy thang

On grizzle when you see me

You can joke me and provoke me

Best believe the bleedin' is ig'nant

Fuck the reason and the treason

When time to get dirty, nigga bet our prophet

You was gaspin' for yo last breath

All I heard was Killa Klan Kaze

These bitches think we playin'

Think this killa shit a joke

Come fuck around with' HCP

And get'cho ass smoked, ho

Comin' with' some fully-auto's

Fuck some semi's

Hit him with' some hollow-auto's

Cause I despis-ise

Blast 'em like some ralo bate's

For y'all mayates

Equipped with' double clips and duct-tape

And wicked wiz-ays

And I prefer it keep me busy in my free-time

Caught 'em in the curry, and I'm knowin' they wanna re-wind

Give you second thoughts about that business you didn't finish, right?

Took you to the vault, cash it in, all-night flight

And I'm in a bad mood

Cocaine make it that

Plus I got east holder

Nine-mili willy, nigga I slang with' that

Bitch!

Nigga, HCP

Nigga, HCP

Hypnotize Camp Posse, nigga

What! What!

HCP, nigga

HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse