Lyrics:
is ticking still the posse don't be clocking
Controllers of the track we take it closer to the point
Rock this funky joint (yeah)
Rock this funky
the Visine for the tight red eyes
Jump in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze like
the Visine for the tight red eyes
Jump in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze like
the skills that i posses
I split your quarter in halve with the skills that i posses
Possessed by the skills that i posses
You pose, act, thinking their skills
to jack
Called RIP and Stratejacket
Number One Assassin is fully strapped
We belled through hell in khakis, locs, and black skully caps
So satan called his
We stick as a posse like a stamp to a letter
What's theirs is mines, what's mines is theirs
Cause in this ghetto love game we play fair
I'm unspoiled
this shit without a major ho
(ho ho ho)
See we Funk Volume known to keep it real
Alright, alright, alright, alright
I'm doin' good I don't need a deal
too, too much posse
Yeah, I threw a party, much people came by
I'm talking to a 'g' cause the 'g' real fly
Sittin' in my room,
Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
"Never lose" my motto since birth
Double up knots and crack spots
Snitches lead out by
a move and shit gets drastic.
Leave you motha fuckas in caskets.
Wrap your reynolds ?
Cause we psychoschmatic and schizophrenic lunatiks.
Holdin
I've been writing, on these pages for ages
For crazes, to shade us and trade places
For days
I'm in majors, save it
It's constant and blame it
I
it was a kilo
A need money in a major way
Time to fuck my BEEEYATCHHey!, and getten' paid
You other mothafuckas callin'
But me and my mothafuckin' thug
rap game
I'm juss a sick ass nigga from that mack Bay
Straight, game we lace to put my name in the spotlight
No game, this paid style I'm gettin paid
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
no bull shittin'
Never be quitting the music that we mixing
Anybody fixing for a diss is a victim
It's the r red e eye p posse in your area
Natives
Don't you know that we're able?
Let alone makes us major
We can now sit at the table
And grow in his favor
Say yeah (yeah)
Say yeah (yeah)
Say
Nigga I can see you don't want it bad
Hook:
Riding round in my city, hoodie on, smoking weed aint nobody fucking wit me
We making major moves, We making
on the rise get excited by the fragrance
It's strong you can taste it, envision the picture painted
All in God's hands screaming, nigga we made it
Peace over my
in a Benz, and I hop out with my main ones
I ain't got no time for the fake ones
Remember back in school they was saying we the lame ones
Now they
and a snare, now the green light to go
I flex a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck
By break this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his neck
is ticking still the posse don't be clocking
Controllers of the track we take it closer to the point
Rock this funky joint (yeah)
Mmh, we
toes, I might roll me a pound
Big dog, I can't go to the pound
Hit me a lick, get in then get out
Swag, major major, swag
Been had sauce been had sauce
focus with raps stronger than coke is
we're crime culprits, put hot shit up in you like posters
left for the vultures, we DT's pickin' up cultures
Inner City Posse holding it down
Playing that day ol' by the pound
Catch ya in the south side running things
Fools are straight up living like kings
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