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chuuwee - posse up lyrics

(chuuwee)
what you may see before your eyes is a thing called emcees that rhyme
b-tch -ss n-ggas is blind, to the real, and here’s where you’ll find

(keno)
you dudes froze up, heard the cannon blow up
sniper with his sights in a scope, perfect for close ups
but when i’m close up, nicer with a knife
slice him down to size, murder beats turning beef into cold cuts
go head, it’s your guts. turn into a hostage
talk sl!ck i’ll point a hollow tip to where your thoughts is
this is putting ammunition on an animal
split your cantaloupe, envision a dinner with hannibal
thor sh-t let the hammer go. invading your base to spit in the face of your admiral
you dudes sick? i spew sh-t called the antidote
overrated twits i’ll take a p-ss in your talent pool watch this
kick the door in, run inside your home with
underworld superiors clearing you out your own sh-t
start diminishing all the compet-tion and hit em with the vision that you should be watching the throne with

(haz solo)
blood on my left shoe
left him with his chin in his hand
wheels spin on the van, peelin got him spillin his lip
flipped his new era, f-ck with the crew cheddar
get shredded pumpin premium sh-lls in your tank no unleaded
bet it n-gga, you better than my bread drain then lose it all
a crew of sharks swarm on you if you move at all
talkin cheap stack on his head if he choose to stall
let off a round big enough to f-ckin move em all
chillin like a buddha lightin buddah
writin like my prime is right now but im the future
heavy on the beats but my rhymes are tryna shoot ya
while you high like supra’s im disguised as a user
try sh-t make ya mom vomit on her lawn, while she in her long johns
ill be searchin through your closet
shotgun past on my arm out the socket
end zone touchdown, tus, got this

(chuuwee)
f-ck it im full of hormones
poppin at a drunk b-tch chuggin a four loko
skin color coco
cabana my banana clip will lay ya like banana hammock
dammit i hand c-ck it back and rock ya mans planet
bandanna bandit sneakin over while her mans absent
a d-mn savage you d-mn right i let him have it
havocing prodigy
we mobbing deep
cause a scene
law enforcing callin me, cuz i got a squad with me
the diabolical im aiming at your folicals
ill flow a pot of gold
b-tch the white just like an audible
hail mary, h-ll ya them scary n-ggas run away
and coward when we scouring the building yelling da da doe
look like they gotta go, before i let my rolly smoke
i bust a wally runnin down the block
because the trolly broke
the lally smoke
chiefing on a pound of la di da di
n-gga cl!ck clack shotty blast
who shot the party folk

- chuuwee lyrics

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