Tear Da Club Up Thugs, Project Pat, Scan Man, M.C. Mack, Crunchy Black - Hypnotize Minds/Profit Posse lyrics
[Tear Da Club Up Thugs, Project Pat, Scan Man, M.C. Mack, Crunchy Black - Hypnotize Minds/Profit Posse lyrics]
DJ Paul
Ah yeah, the scariest motherfucking Klan
In the motherfucking land, who run this?
The good, the bad, the motherfucking ugly
It's Prophet Posse nigga
Who up in this motherfucker?
Lord Infamous
You got Lord Infamous da Scarecrow
Keyser Soze
MC Mack
Yeah yeah nigga MC motherfucking
Mack for life killa Klan fear no man bitch
Scan Man
Scan fucking Man bitch
Crunchy Black
Crunchy motherfucking Black up in
This bitch right here
Juicy J
Juice man up in this motherfucker
Take you all to the motherfucking floor hoe
DJ Paul
Project Pat, Koopsta Knicca
The motherfucking Tear da Club up Thugs
Gangsta Boo, Indo G, it's on
You motherfucking hooooooooooooooooooe!
Get down, shut the fuck up
Bitches don't make a sound
Body found on the ground
Don't fuck with mentally rounds
I'm taking no bullshit from these trizicks
So you best to avoid this
Cause I can afford to go back an order take
The four door to me kick this shit
Trizick don't forget foe I spit in your face
Putting this in they credit
Man fuck them goddamn bitches
Yeah and that's not all, your bound to fall
Put my hand on the wall
Break it down y'all motherfucking
Law dealers and you know the Mafi
Face in the Posse y'all
Got my mug on my face ready to quickly erase
One of y'all haters done lost your taste
One of y'all niggas done lost your faith
Yes I hate when you hate
Yes I love when you love
But I'll put a hole in you
Leave you laying in a puddle of blood
Nigga look at all the shit that I done done
Look at all the shit that we been thru
Reminiscence on hoes that I have broke
And thinking of them loose things I would do
I be the MC Mack for life matter fact
Im standing on my own to stack
Them G's and making loot
Gotta flip them dollars sometimes we clone
Going on up come in our place y'all
We southern
Knowing that always brings you down
No matter how much I rap about haters
Need to just like me turns the frowns
I'm bound to break it on down
Like a quarter pound nigga
Take heed to the shit I speak
Killa Klan Kaze, Tear da Club up Thugs
We on the frequent trick to sleep Killa Klan
Criminal minded nigga
Kamikaze dwelling in my soul
Crazy is the Scan Man but you
Niggas just don't hear me though
Devil shit is what I do
Man I just don't give a fuck
Trick us with that shitty mic you
Hoes can catch a fucking slug
Clickin' is the Scan Man I'm clickin'
Like a motherfucking murder man
Droppin' bitches in my stash when you
Hear that fucking nine blast
Easily this Posse creep cause
We have no L-O-V
So we watch you burn in our pit's
They always ask me "Do
You worship the devil?"
And some of the times I think they
See the horns on my head
Why must you even question what I believe in
Silly mortal?
You test the third most powerful
Force in the galaxy satan dreads
Your very essence is burnt so you
Ask me do I worship that?
Bitch im Keyser Soze
I believe I hate you worse than that
Wish I could let every nuclear
Missile take an unknown course
Let the man with trumpets and the
Horns feel my evil force
Look into the eyes of a mad man
Shoot him in the headband
Loco on that cocoa plex
Snort a ball and call the Killa Man
Shoot 'em now with slugs when
I'm full of drugs and I dare the bitch
Cock 'em up, load your Cutlass up
With your fucking click
Busting on you hoes sipping gatorade Hennessy
My entourage be straight
From hypnotized Tennessee
Fuck with me, double casualty
Turn to catastrophes
Your lacking these killers backing me
Up in my faculty
Its gangsta, it's gangsta
Weak niggas perpetrating
Thug roles but really punk hoes
Staring at the snub nose
Barrel I say motherfuck those
Lames get you slugged hoes
When you slip bitch
Should have been on your ten toes
Watching out for the enemy
Violator don't say shit to me
Eyes tighter than a Chinese
From this Hennessy, murder me
If you get the first ups on your trigger
(nigga)
I stand by myself when it
Come to handling business
Them thangs on the shelf and that
Drank to keep me spinning
And would a nigga start
Best believe the Juice gon finish
I feel like Jeffery Dahmer
Chopping bodies in the kitchen
I walk around
I'm in a fucking daze like a killer
With a 357 to my head
(squeeze the trigger nigga)
Not saying that I wanna kill
Myself on the for realer
Had eighty-two weeks and I'm
Looking like the thriller
Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse
Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse
Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse
Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse
talking, screaming, yelling
And howling till fade
Ah yeah, the scariest motherfucking Klan
In the motherfucking land, who run this?
The good, the bad, the motherfucking ugly
It's Prophet Posse nigga
Who up in this motherfucker?
Lord Infamous
You got Lord Infamous da Scarecrow
Keyser Soze
MC Mack
Yeah yeah nigga MC motherfucking
Mack for life killa Klan fear no man bitch
Scan Man
Scan fucking Man bitch
Crunchy Black
Crunchy motherfucking Black up in
This bitch right here
Juicy J
Juice man up in this motherfucker
Take you all to the motherfucking floor hoe
DJ Paul
Project Pat, Koopsta Knicca
The motherfucking Tear da Club up Thugs
Gangsta Boo, Indo G, it's on
You motherfucking hooooooooooooooooooe!
Get down, shut the fuck up
Bitches don't make a sound
Body found on the ground
Don't fuck with mentally rounds
I'm taking no bullshit from these trizicks
So you best to avoid this
Cause I can afford to go back an order take
The four door to me kick this shit
Trizick don't forget foe I spit in your face
Putting this in they credit
Man fuck them goddamn bitches
Yeah and that's not all, your bound to fall
Put my hand on the wall
Break it down y'all motherfucking
Law dealers and you know the Mafi
Face in the Posse y'all
Got my mug on my face ready to quickly erase
One of y'all haters done lost your taste
One of y'all niggas done lost your faith
Yes I hate when you hate
Yes I love when you love
But I'll put a hole in you
Leave you laying in a puddle of blood
Nigga look at all the shit that I done done
Look at all the shit that we been thru
Reminiscence on hoes that I have broke
And thinking of them loose things I would do
I be the MC Mack for life matter fact
Im standing on my own to stack
Them G's and making loot
Gotta flip them dollars sometimes we clone
Going on up come in our place y'all
We southern
Knowing that always brings you down
No matter how much I rap about haters
Need to just like me turns the frowns
I'm bound to break it on down
Like a quarter pound nigga
Take heed to the shit I speak
Killa Klan Kaze, Tear da Club up Thugs
We on the frequent trick to sleep Killa Klan
Criminal minded nigga
Kamikaze dwelling in my soul
Crazy is the Scan Man but you
Niggas just don't hear me though
Devil shit is what I do
Man I just don't give a fuck
Trick us with that shitty mic you
Hoes can catch a fucking slug
Clickin' is the Scan Man I'm clickin'
Like a motherfucking murder man
Droppin' bitches in my stash when you
Hear that fucking nine blast
Easily this Posse creep cause
We have no L-O-V
So we watch you burn in our pit's
They always ask me "Do
You worship the devil?"
And some of the times I think they
See the horns on my head
Why must you even question what I believe in
Silly mortal?
You test the third most powerful
Force in the galaxy satan dreads
Your very essence is burnt so you
Ask me do I worship that?
Bitch im Keyser Soze
I believe I hate you worse than that
Wish I could let every nuclear
Missile take an unknown course
Let the man with trumpets and the
Horns feel my evil force
Look into the eyes of a mad man
Shoot him in the headband
Loco on that cocoa plex
Snort a ball and call the Killa Man
Shoot 'em now with slugs when
I'm full of drugs and I dare the bitch
Cock 'em up, load your Cutlass up
With your fucking click
Busting on you hoes sipping gatorade Hennessy
My entourage be straight
From hypnotized Tennessee
Fuck with me, double casualty
Turn to catastrophes
Your lacking these killers backing me
Up in my faculty
Its gangsta, it's gangsta
Weak niggas perpetrating
Thug roles but really punk hoes
Staring at the snub nose
Barrel I say motherfuck those
Lames get you slugged hoes
When you slip bitch
Should have been on your ten toes
Watching out for the enemy
Violator don't say shit to me
Eyes tighter than a Chinese
From this Hennessy, murder me
If you get the first ups on your trigger
(nigga)
I stand by myself when it
Come to handling business
Them thangs on the shelf and that
Drank to keep me spinning
And would a nigga start
Best believe the Juice gon finish
I feel like Jeffery Dahmer
Chopping bodies in the kitchen
I walk around
I'm in a fucking daze like a killer
With a 357 to my head
(squeeze the trigger nigga)
Not saying that I wanna kill
Myself on the for realer
Had eighty-two weeks and I'm
Looking like the thriller
Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse
Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse
Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse
Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse
talking, screaming, yelling
And howling till fade