M. E. M. P. H. I. S.

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]