Memphis Remix lyrics

[DJ Paul]
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)
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 Luga
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
Hypno-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 fool violatin` 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, fool

Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y
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