Dangerous Posse (feat. The Hypnotize Camp Posse) lyrics

DJ Paul)
The most dangerous posse song ever
It's going down, Hypnotize Camp 5546e
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

(Juicy J)
n*gga we some maniacs, f*ckin up our brainiacs
Breakin down some dope, wit a razor boy remember that
Crop a mix with Similax
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 want ya
The bigger gun the better
The more sh*t 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

(Crunchy Black)
Let me introduce myself, my f*ckin n*gga
I'ma be the one to pull the f*ckin trigga
I'ma be the one thats sent to f*ckin getcha
You better watch out cause I 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 I ain't leavin no witness
(DJ Paul)
Yeah, make me a believer n*gga
Make some sh*t this bumpin you f*ckin wannabes, Lord roll

(Lord Infamous)
I am the predator you are the prey
You play the target, Lord play the gage
You play b*tches and I mack hoes
You run from n*ggas, I find the snub nose
I come from three 6 picture platinum clique
And you can't sell three copies of your sh*t
You smoke garbage tweed, and cheap packs a blow
You own a vehicle, pick up the Scarecrow

(Frayser Boy)
Frayser Boy, c*ckin toy, yall 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
Im 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

(Lil Wyte)
Well I'm about to rich rip a hole in the industry
Holdin my energy
Wasn't 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 sh*t and plus ill f*ck 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 muthaf*ckin hatin playin all your petty games
If you wanted to ride my nuts that bad you should've asked me man
(DJ Paul)
Danger
You muthaf*ckas wanted a war b*tch then i'ma bring it on
Catch you in these f*ckin streets boy and i'ma point the chrome
Put you in the f*ckin car hoe, 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 run off the track
Cause it be to many loses, to many boses
Too many n*ggas thats wantin they own office
You n*ggas betta realize who got the city owned
Three Six f*ckin Mafia not these damn hoes