M.E.M.P.H.I.S.

<br>DJ Paul (Crunchy Black)- <br>Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin` Posse song <br>Niggaz that`s down to cut some muthafuckin` heads <br>(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*repeats through whole song*] <br>From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga <br>And you know what that mean bitch <br>Makin` easy money, pimpin` hoes is serious bitch <br>Makin` easy money, pimpin` hoes is serious nigga <br><br>Project Pat- <br>Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga <br>Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga <br>Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I`ll bring it to ya <br>If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger <br>Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack <br>Hit you in the head, with the gat, `til your skull crack <br>Blood gushin`, head rushin`, act first, no discussion <br>Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin` <br><br>Lord Infamous- <br>First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime <br>You slip, I Live By My Rep don`t fuck with mine <br>Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse <br>The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide <br>We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind <br>In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz <br>Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate <br>Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate <br><br>Juicy J- <br>I got a 357, a tec with a black clip <br>A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips <br>Some killaz on my side, if I tell `em they gon` get <br>A fiend wiolatin` the business, I ain`t wit` <br>And now in 2000 you talkin` the same shit <br>And now in 2000 I`ll bust and I won`t miss <br>They smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill <br>The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors <br><br>MC Mack- <br>First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton <br>Two AK`s, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb <br>I don`t talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go <br>And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin` `em know, WHOA! <br>Picture me, naked face, to kickin` in your door <br>4, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos <br>So, when we creep, drop cause I`ma hit you nine times <br>Take your nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind, blow <br><br>Crunchy Black- <br>You can believe this, you can believe that <br>And believe I got a baseball bat, and I`m bustin` your head black <br>You believe I`m comin` strong, you believe I`m all grown <br>You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on <br>You half steppin` <br>I got the weapon <br>Boom! Boom! I`m blastin` at your mind to get you believe that <br>I love to kill, I love the thrill <br>And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga <br><br>La Chat- <br>No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain`t got no time fo no shit <br>Got all my boys, don`t make no noise, <br>just throw that trick in the ditch <br>It ain`t no way La Chat gon` let it slide, with the shit that you done <br>I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one <br>I shot that bitch without causes, ain`t got no love in my heart <br>It ain`t no way that I can`t handle, keep that tone in my jaw <br>This ain`t no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me <br>On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain`t gone easy <br><br>Koopsta Knicca- <br>Man a bitch`ll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers <br>Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can`t stand them vapors <br>Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch <br>Talkin` that shit about this <br>man you`ll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits <br>Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right <br>You can gimme the fuckin` chewin`, I can fuck you all night <br>Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon` start <br>See now that`s that type of shit that get my muh`fuckin` dick hard <br><br>T-Rock- <br>Capital Mack-11`s, and load `em full of ammunition <br>Terrorist sect`s, we pull and lock`em in the Expedition <br>No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack <br>Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin` automatic gats <br>How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager <br>Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters <br>Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot <br>Plus I`ll be storin` the cap for you, and trick be absolute <br><br>MC Mack- <br>I woke up early Saturday morning, <br>suddenly your phone was ringin` off the charger <br>Thinkin` to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers <br>Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I`m stainin` for my dividends <br>And pay a livin`, neh nigga, <br>gon` bother my cheese gon` reach the ceilling fan <br>You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me <br>You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin` <br>Fuck the reason, and the treason, <br>time to get dirty nigga better I`ll pop it <br>You was gaspin` for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze <br><br>DJ Paul- <br>Bitches think we playin`, think this killa shit a joke <br>Don`t fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho <br>Comin` with some fully auto`s, fuck some semi`s <br>Hit `em with some hollow auto`s, cause I desp-iz-ise <br>Blastin` like some rondo batays, for you miatays <br>Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays <br>And I, perferin` keepin` busin` in my freak time <br>Taught `em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why <br>Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right <br>Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight <br>And I`m in a bad mood, cocaine make it that <br>Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that <br>Bitch, nigga, it`s CP nigga <br>HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga <br>What, what, it`s CP nigga <br>HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga