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

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Finally, I got all real niggas on a muthafuckin' Posse song Niggas that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) From here 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 [Verse 1: 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 copper, 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' [Verse 2: 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 [Verse 3: Juicy J] I got a 357, a tec with a black clip A 180 pounds with a fist that will bust lips Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get A fool violatin' the business he ain't wit' And now in 2000 he 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 [Bridge] 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 [Verse 4: Crunchy 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 ya, I'm out to get ya - believe that! I love to kill, I love the thrill And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga [Verse 5: 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 blues 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 wonder that I can't handle, keep that tone in my draws 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 be easy [Verse 6: Koopsta Knicca] Man a bitch'll take that lil rat 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 gets my muh'fuckin' dick hard [Verse 7: T-Rock] Gather the Mac-11's and load 'em full of ammunition Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock 'em in the Expedition No set of 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 when drinkin' Absolute [Verse 8: MC Mack] I woke up early Saturday morning, cellullar phone was ringin' off the charger Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch, a cop, or is it them robbers? Plottin' MC Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends And pay a lemon lame nigga no part of my cheese, gon' reach the ceilling fan You can catch me in that purple that thang, on gizold when you see me You can joke me and provoke me, best believe you'll bleed this evenin' Fuck the reason, and the treason, when it's time to get dirty nigga bet I'll pop it You was gaspin' for your last breath, all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze [Verse 9: 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 clips and duct tape, and wicked w-iz-ays Anna I prefer it, keep me busy in my free time Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why Gave you second thoughts about that business, you didn't finish 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