Dangerous Posse

[Intro: DJ Paul]
The most dangerous posse song ever
It's going down, Hypnotize Camp Posse
You did this n*gga, sh*t talkin
You wanna talk about something n*gga
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

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
n*gga we some maniacs, f*ckin up our brainiacs
Breakin down some dope, wit a razor boy remember that
Vodka mix with Smilak, take a gun and c*ck it back
Now I'm bout to blow my brains out cause I dont give a shat
Hope you give a n*gga reason to wet ya, the bigger gun the better
The more sh*t you talk, the more blood the sweater
The plane crashes, the devil, the anthrax, the letters
Forgot about the peddlers, we still in it together

[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
Let me introduce myself, my f*ckin n*gga
I'mma be the one to pull that f*ckin trigga
I'mma be the one that's sent to f*ckin getcha
You better watch out cause I'll paint a picture
A pretty little picture now how a n*gga 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. n*gga ain't leavin no witness

[Bridge: DJ Paul]
Yeah, make me a believer n*gga
Make some sh*t this bumpin you f*ckin wannabes, Lord roll!

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
I am the predator you are the prey
You play the target, Lord play the gauge
You play b*tches and I mack hoes
You run from n*ggas, I find the snub nose
I come from Three 6 b*tch, a platinum clique
And you can't sell three copies of your sh*t
You smoke babbage weed and cheap packs of blow
You own a vehicle, pick up the Scarecrow

[Verse 4: Frayser Boy]
Frayser Boy, c*ckin toy, y'all dont wanna f*ck with me
Infared got ya scared, in protective custody
The Unbreakables, the most hateable, the unescapeables
Time to bust a n*gga head, we arent hesitateable
Ya chest pumped out, mouth talking that sh*t
I'm from the Bay, I'ma show you how a n*gga beat a b*tch
Time to damage sh*t, no understandin this, you know you scandalous
HCP blowin your lights out like a candle b*tch

[Verse 5: Lil Wyte]
Well I'm about to rip a hole in the industry, holdin' my energy
Wasn't about to let it out but y'all had to come testin me
Givin you one warning change your name before I get your crunk
Lyrically copyrighted all my sh*t and plus I'll f*ck you up
You dont want to have to cross the path of killers when you on the streets
HCP got WYT to the E and thats just how it be
Quit ya muthaf*ckin hatin playin all your petty games
If you wanted to ride my nuts that bad you should've asked me mane

[Verse 6: DJ Paul]
Danger
You muthaf*ckas wanted a war b*tch then ima bring it on
Catch you in these f*ckin streets boy and ima point the chrome
Put you in the f*ckin car ho, and we gon take you home
To hell with all that cryin now n*gga 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 f*ckin tone
Beggin from beginning, man winnin cause our camp is strong
The same way your skull started dentin cause we beat it long
You n*ggas swear you have the right plan but you had the wrong mans
Tryin to build a clique like the hypnotize camp
Im knowin it wouldn't 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 n*ggas thats wantin they own office
You n*ggas gotta realize who got the city owned
Three 6 f*ckin Mafia, not these damn clones