M.e.m.p.h.i.s. Lyrics

M.e.m.p.h.i.s.

DJ Paul (Crunchy Black)-
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin'
Posse song
Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
(Mafia, ya,
y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*repeats through whole song*]
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
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
If you got a
problem with me, holla at my Luger
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
Heypno-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 fiend wiolatin' 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
They smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill
The grill is
still gold, and the curls they know kick doors

MC Mack-
First one of
us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put some drama to
leave this niggaz 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, to kickin' in your door
4, niggaz deep,
bandanas with black calicos
So, when we creep, drop cause I'ma hit you nine
times
Take your nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind,
blow

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
You half steppin'
I got the weapon
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 it slide, with the shit that you
done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
I
shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart
It ain't no
way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This ain't no crap, 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 i,t 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 Mack-11's, and load
'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the
Expedition
No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear
pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle
the, butsa damager
Toss that bitch over the banaster, 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 is it them
robbers
Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends
And pay
a livin', neh nigga,
gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling
fan
You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see
me
You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this
evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the treason,
time to get dirty nigga better
I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan
Kaze

DJ Paul-
Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a
joke
Don't fuck around with HCP and get you 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 you miatays
Koop with
double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays
And I, perferin' keepin'
busin' in my freak time
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap
why
Give you second thoughts about that businness, 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 ease on 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