[DJ Paul (Crunchy Black)]
  Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
  Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*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
    [Project Pat]
  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 ya
  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'
    [Lord Infamous]
  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
    [Juicy J]
  I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
  A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
  Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
  A fiend wiolatin' the business, I ain't wit'
  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
    [MC Mack]
  First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
  Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz 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, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos
  So, when we creep, drop cause I'ma hit you nine times
  Take your nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind, blow
    [Cruchy Black]
  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
    [La Chat]
  No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo 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 gon' 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
    [Koopsta Knicca:]
  Man a bitch'll take that lil 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 i,t 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 gon' start
  See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard
    [T- Rock]
  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition
  No set a niggaz 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
    [MC Mack]
  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,
  gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan
  You can catch my 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
    [DJ Paul]
  Bitches think we playin', think this killa 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 desp-iz-ise
  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 businness, 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