M.E.M.P.H.I.S. (Remix)

[DJ Paul] Finally, I got all real niggas on on a muthafuckin' Posse song Niggas that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga And you know what that mean bitch Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga [Project Pat] Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga Caine slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin' [Lord Infamous] First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate [Juicy J] I got a 357, a tec with a black clip A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit' And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool [Young Buck] First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton Two AK's and plus a drum, to leave these niggas bodies numb I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA! Picture me, naked face, kickin' in your DO' 4 niggas deep, bandanas with black calicos So, when we creep, dump cause I'mma hit you nine times Take your nine lives, Young Buck and Hypnotize your mind, blaow Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya [Cruchy Black] You can believe this, you can believe that And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on No half steppin' I gots the weapon a Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that I love to kill, I love the thrill And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga [La Chat] No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch It ain't no way La Chat gon' let ya slide, with the shit that ya done I got my P's on what I do to show you who the fuck number one I shot that bitch without no conscience, ain't got no love in my heart It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my tongue This ain't no threat, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy [Koopsta Knicca:] Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits Yeah, we can do it, take your time and do it right You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard [T-Rock] Capital Mac-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition No set a niggas got guns equivalent to what we pack Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager Toss that bitch over the bannister, like trash canisters Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute [MC Mack] I woke up early Saturday morning Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop or it's them robbers Plottin' MC Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends And pay a livin', neh nigga, Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan You can catch my in that president thing, on grizz-old when you see me You can joke me, and provoke me, best believe you'll bleed this evenin' Fuck the reason, and the treason One time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it You was gaspin' for your last breath, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze [DJ Paul] These bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke Gon' fuck around with HCP and get yo ass smoked, ho Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise Blastin' like some rondo batays, for yo mayates Koop with double clicks and duct tape, and wicked wizays And I, preferrin' keepin' me busy in my free time Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that Plus, I gotta eat so this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that Bitch, nigga, it's CP, nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga What, what, it's CP, nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga It's CP nigga it's CP, nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga It's CP nigga it's CP, nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga