Posse Song

(Intro, DJ Paul) You know what? I don't even wanna do an introduction, man Ya know I'm sayin? Just play that shit, man (Repeat through whole song) Mafia! Mafia-ya-ya! Mafia! (Verse 1, Lil Wyte) With an all star cast on the Hypnotize Minds roster You a cropduster sprinklin seasonin' We some flyin' saucers Keep away from what'cha know Twice as far from what'cha don't Consequences come to those who chose to fuck with us, lil ho All we do is make our music Keep away from usin' units Sometimes when they push my crazy button And then I abuse it All I publish is the truth Lil Wyte playin' by the rules Fuck on us, and make a Choices 2 And end up dyin' foo (Verse 2, Frayser Boy) I got a pound from Paul and J Just a call away It's time to do some dirt Blast that ball away They playin' with dogg today I'm real, that's all the way I'm tryin'a get that money, dogg I never stall the pay Got bottles, I brought a K At ten, I caught a case The early bird gets the first worm Don't stall today Get paid, til holiday We tough, from snow to tre Block a nigga shine Motherfucka, you on the way (Verse 3, Crunchy Black) I think I got 'em scaaared Is it because, I'm wit' that Six? Or is it because, they all, can suck a dick? I'ma shoot you allll Just, like a bitch And when you see me Don't be actin' like you know me, trick No competition, y'all niggas bitchin' Won't ya sit down somewhere and just listen Don't hate, nigga don't hate "Yeah, I Rob" and I'll say it to yo face (Verse 4, Juicy J) At Summer Jam-ah Yeah, this bitch was talkin' slander We caught him slippin' up And we hit him wit' them hammers It was glamour To beat him down like Evander Dream the playa life Or I'll cut you like a panther He a "Wanksta" Sucker far from a gangsta If that boy was locked in jail Them niggas probly shank ya He started runnin' Like a bitch, a scurry woman I heard he into suckin' dicks And lickin' niggas cummin' (Verse 5, Lord Infamous) I wish a motherfucka would Put his hands on me Have his cranium poppin' off Like John Kennedy Send your enemies to this devilish heart of Startin' at the kindergarten Grab at yo toddler Soul say (Blay!) A machine gun killin' When I slice intestines They fall out'cha belly I pump-pump, squeeze Trigga swing blades, throw grenades C-4 in ya mouth, blow ya ass away, say blay! (Verse 6, DJ Paul) Now Hypnotize Minds Back on the grind I just shot my nine For the very ninth time It was little bitch nigga That's a killa on CD But couldn't back it up When I saw him at [Gunshots] And I ain't that evil I hope the nigga get well Claim he solid as a rock But I seen his face swell Now go and tell yo mama That sissy mista' (Kill yo' self!) Triple Six is that truth We ain't no motherfuckin fairy-tale Ye'ain't dreamin (Hoooo) (Hoooo) Mafia! Mafia-ya-ya! Mafia! (Hoooo) Mafia! Mafia-ya-ya! Mafia! (Hoooo) Mafia! Mafia-ya-ya! Mafia! (Hoooo)