Album: When The Smoke Clears (2000)



(Feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)





(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

They smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill

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