Lyrics M.E.M.P.H.I.S. - Hypnotize Camp Posse
Finally,
I
got
all
real
niggas
on
on
a
motherfucking
Posse
song
Niggas
that's
down
to
cut
some
motherfucking
heads
(Mafia,
you,
y-ya,
y-ya,
you,
you)
[*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
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
you
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'
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
I
got
a
357,
a
tec
with
a
black
clip
A
180
pounds
with
a
fist
that
will
bust
lips
Some
killers
on
my
side,
if
I
tell
'em
they're
gonna
get
A
fiend
violatin'
the
business,
I
ain't
with
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
doors
First
one
of
us
is
done,
hollow
tips
come
by
the
ton
Two
AK's,
and
put
some
drama
to
leave
this
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,
to
kickin'
in
your
door
4,
niggas
deep,
bandannas
with
black
calicos
So,
when
we
creep,
drop
'cause
I'm
gonna
hit
you
nine
times
Take
your
nine
lives,
Young
Buck
and
Hypnotize
your
mind,
blow
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
No
no,
come,
come
and
get
this
bitch,
ain't
got
no
time
for
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
gonna
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
Man
a
bitch'll
take
that
little
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'
gonna
start
See
now
that's
that
type
of
shit
that
get
my
motherfucking
dick
hard
Capital
Mack-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,
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
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,
Gonna
bother
my
cheese,
gonna
reach
the
ceiling
fan
You
can
catch
me
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
Bitches
think
we
playin',
think
this
killer
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
despisise
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
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
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
1 Sippin On Some Syrup
2 Weak Azz B***h
3 44 Killers
4 Act Like You Know Me (Point Em Out)
5 Intro
6 Just Like Ous
7 I'm so Hi
8 Mafia N****z
9 Hook Up W/Hoes (Skit)
10 From Da Back
11 F**k Y'all H**s
12 Where Da Cheese At
13 Tongue Ring
14 Barrin You Bitches
15 Whatcha Know (featuring Big Gipp)
16 Take a Bump
17 Who Run It
18 M.E.M.P.H.I.S.
19 Put Ya Signs
20 What's Next (Outro)
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