Love song, End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga And you know what that mean bitch 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' 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 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 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 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 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