Psycho Sounds

Lyrics

[Chorus: II Black] Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door Fire the bud and hit the floor, niggas, what you hittin' for? Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door Fire the bud and hit the floor, niggas, what you hittin' for? Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door Fire the bud and hit the floor, niggas, what you hittin' for? [Verse 1: Lil Coop] Playa Posse down, full of Crown, take the pistol by the grip Twenty pounds of lumber-thunder, taught a lesson, .44 smoked 'em, R.I.P.  Shakin' niggas, contradictin', read 'em rich With Lil' E packed and Rasta Jack, chiefin', drinkin' up that shit M to the A, to the S-K, plus that B to the U, to the D Again, a P to the L, to the A-Y-A, plus some funky hay, pint of Tanqueray Keep us crunk, silent while you busters trip Sixty minutes, thirty minutes, robbin', clicked up, twenty deep Tickin,' but a minute, that the world is goin' up in smoke B.B.B. across my chest, flexin', cut a swisher, ho S-Y-L I represent, but through the ghetto royal blue But gettin' deeper-sleeper, just a creeper from the Red Oak peeler, hella killer [Verse 2: Big O & Lil Coop] Bloody G-L-O-C-K, Playa Posse in your face Take you for your money out, though We don't give a fuck, ho Ridin' super blicked at night, lookin' for a fuckin' victim Spotted out a dope boy, time to shoot that funky ho, my nigga Get your ass on the ground and don't make a fuckin' sound Took his horn, took his bone Got that shit, now it's on Straight to Beale, gettin' buck, blaze a blunt, who gives a fuck? Scopin' out them niggas in the back, tryna get buck Hell yeah, look at them bitches Mane, you got that Glock with you? Yeah, I got that fuckin' Glock, time to pull a fuckin' trigger Put them ski masks on, put that Glock to his dome Shot his ass, saw him fall, blew his head to the wall [Verse 3: Lil E] Blazin' jackets on my back, late night Lil' E stalk your track Full of that, down to jack, Tony Nelson got my back Boom within this Hamptown clique, eternal Playa Posse shit Hoes better recognise that Lil' E be full of it Ready for them cross and bones, S-K, they be blastin, ho On the track we passin' dope Block life, jock life, full of blow Players hear them demons plot Milli round will make them flop Cross them grounds and meet them sounds Drop your bankrolls and your rock Streets I rep gon' bump that shit, Blackout made some beats for it Cliqued up with the M.H.V., then we just secured that bitch Anna' in my fuckin' sleep, Playa Posse all so deep What's up to the S.P.V.? Lil' E dwellin' B.B.B.  [Chorus: II Black] Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door Fire the bud and hit the floor, niggas, what you hittin' for? Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door Fire the bud and hit the floor, niggas, what you hittin' for? Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door Fire the bud and hit the floor, niggas, what you hittin' for? [Verse 4: Blackout] Bringin' it to your fuckin' ass, frownin' at you 'fore I blast Execution, prosecution, never gotta get away fast Blackout be the killer in the city, which is so fucked up When I play rough, all locators play rough Glock 17 to your head, now you stuck Don't know who they fuckin' with Slim and Fly up in this bitch Blackout got them Syko Soundz, got you jealous busters sick Stayin' about my hustle like me and my roadie always talked about Rest in peace my nigga I'll see you again, dope smoke out my mouth Binghampton Bound, keep a frown on my fuckin' face When we in your presence, ho All you busters start to shake J.Roc stare them hoes down, Lil' E stayin' Funkytown All my niggas from the Heights, super down, recognize, don't fuck around [Verse 5: Stout Pimp] Shots callin' and rollin', motherfuckers can't stop this bitch Known to click and shit, buckin' these bitches down Makin' these hoes think a nigga's thick S-T-O-U-T Pimp in the motherfuckin' hizzouse, ho Keepin' these lemon-lame busters on they motherfuckin' tippy toes All these stray babies need to keep my name out they mouth I'm comin' from the North, I'm showin' what a true player's all about Keepin' it real on you ho 'cause jealousy it ain't in me Makin' these bitches recognize, I'm tweakin' off that purity Time will tell, a pimp doin' well, bail of this motherfuckin' dope When you see a nigga right behind me it's a cloud of smoke Smokin,' chokin' off this dope, and niggas try to run their game When I get through smokin' I'm gon' vamp on your ass, mane [Verse 6: Lil Slim] Hoes recognise Slim a big boy to this player shit Heights I truly represent, Hilltop daily, super blinked Stylin' and profilin' every day, just got one life to live Nothin' tryin' to bring me down, a bitch to me talks negative Ain't no lie about it, I'm gon' shout it, put it in the air Real ones can you feel me? Motherfucker, talkin' loud and clear Suckers player hate me, never fade me, just gon' bring me up Fool, you know I'm on your side whenever we can do it up Bumpin', pimpin', I maintain Feelin' thumpin' through my veins Make a player wanna jook while memories flow through my brain Kick me how I came, so forreal, bellin' through the door In it for the minute 'til I make it, then I'm out, ho, out, ho [Chorus: II Black] Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door Fire the bud and hit the floor, niggas, what you hittin' for? Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door Fire the bud and hit the floor, niggas, what you hittin' for?