The most dangerous posse song ever

It's going down, Hypnotize Camp Posse

You did this nigga, shit talkin

You wanna talk about something nigga

Talk about how many hoes, clothes and bank rolls we got

Who we got in here: Juicy J, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Crunchy Black

Lord Infamous and me DJ Paul the King of Memphis

Nigga we some maniacs, fuckin up our brainiacs

Breakin down some dope, wit a razor boy remember that

Crop a mix with Smilax

Take a gun and cock it back

Now I'm bout to blow my brains out cause I dont give a shit

Hope you give a nigga reason to want ya

The bigger gun the better

The more shit you talk, the more blood the sweata'

The plane crashes, the devil, the anthrax, the letters

Forgot about the peddlers, we still in it together

Let me introduce myself, my fuckin nigga

I'ma be the one to pull that fuckin trigga

I'ma be the one thats sent to fuckin getcha

You better watch out cause ill paint a picture

A pretty little picture now how a nigga getcha

Lock you in the trunk and take care of my business

Paul and Juicy sent me so you know its big business

C.B. nigga aint leavin no witness

Yeah, make me a believer nigga

Make some shit this bumpin you fuckin wannabes, Lord roll!

I am the predator you are the prey

You play the target, Lord play the gage

You play bitches and I mack hoes

You run from niggaz, I find the snub nose

I come from 3 6 picture platinum clique

And you cant sell three copies of your shit

You smoke garbage weed, and cheap packs a blow

You own a vehicle, pick up the Scarecrow

Frayser Boy, cockin toy, yall dont wanna fuck with me

Infared got ya scared, in protective custody

The Unbreakables, the most hateable, the unescapeables

Time to bust a nigga head, we arent hesitateable

Ya chest pumped out, mouth talking that shit

Im from the Bay, ima show you how a nigga beat a bitch

Time to damage shit, no understandin this, you know you scandalous

HCP blowin your lights out like a candle bitch

Well I'm about to rich rip a hole in the industry

Holdin my energy

Wasnt about to let it but you had to come testin me

Givin you one warning change your name before I get your crunk

Lyrically copyrighted all my shit and plus ill fuck you up

You dont want to have to cross the path a killers when you on the streets

HCP got WYT to the E and thats just how it be

Quit ya muthafuckin hatin playin all your petty games

If you wanted to ride my nuts that bad you shouldve asked me man

Danger

You muthafuckas wanted a war bitch then ima bring it on

Catch you in these fuckin streets boy and ima point the chrome

Put you in the fuckin car hoe, and we gon take you home

To hell with all that cryin now nigga we gonna get it on

Beat you with that yawk dead center across your damn dome

The way you ran your mouth, you shouldve known to have the fuckin tone

Beggin from beginning, man winnin cause our camp is strong

The same way your skull started dentin cause we beat it long

You niggaz swear you have the right plan but you had the wrong mans

Tryin to build a clique like the hypnotize camp

Im knowin it wouldnt work so I just sit back

And watch how the trains just runs off the track

Cause it be to many loses, to many boses

Too many niggaz thats wantin they own office

You niggaz gotta realize who got the city owned

Three Six fuckin Mafia not these damn hoes