No Time To Posse Up Lyrics – Deala
Singer: Deala
Title: No Time To Posse Up
Oh, yeah, suppose you are cool man that you get some props
Yeah, you are right, you get some props with the muthaf#ckin’ Glocks in yo’ damn head
The same as peel a cap
To avoid dat sh#t, throw yo’ muthaf#ckin’ rap
Unless real man ain’t come to ya with a damn strap
Neva plan to stop, buck or the drug?
It’s up to you fo’ sho’, I neva deal with dat sh#t
But deal in the night with some fools on the street
If you meat me, just prepare, it will be so heat
When you make yo’ #ss frown
Everyone consider you are just nuthin’ only a muthaf#ckin’ clown
Who thinks he is dope man livin’ in the popular town
I’m in here to reprеsent a real stuff
Don’t try to make mе get puzzled with yo’ f#ckin’ bluff
Dat’s da point, I’m so ruff
Call it with the ease
Caught yo’ fat #ss on the cheese
Only thang you can do is the muthaf#ckin’ striptease
Actually, neva say twice
Throw yo’ muthaf#ckin’ dice
To get some dough fo’ the rice
Yo’ b#tches must know what’s their, what’s mine
If they don’t do that, I’ll f#ck ’em, it’ll be so fine
Fo’ now it’s time to put down a real phat rhyme
No time to posse up
Today it’s easy to get f#cked up
It’s only beginnin’
You must answer when the muthaf#ckin’ phone is ringin’
So, check yo’ homies n b#tches
‘Cuz they can become the f#ckin’ snitches
Oh, yeah, proceed to anotha verse
Tell, where is yo’ muthaf#ckin’ purse?
Did you manage to find it?
Or you couldn’t make it by yourself n they minded
Unable to call the real mad scientist
I reborn real ol’ school tracks which were dropped in the 90’s
Don’t hope, I don’t let you make yo’ modern sh#t dropped
Saw a red light n stopped
Messin’ ’round in yo f#ckin’ phone, anotha drivers make you get f#cked
I know how real men do that
I dealt with too many engines includin’ 2JZ
Gonna say it’s real so phat
At this time you left yo’ house
And now actin’ like a muthaf#ckin’ mouse
I make a real sh#t, can’t make a laid back
‘Cuz it’s my style of rap
Get ready to listen to my ruff track
When yo’ #ss got the free time you mess ’round with a pimple
I don’t give a damn if it’s simple
Do you know somethin’ ’bout cars?
Assure no, ‘cuz yours got some flaws
Even can’t remove the f#ckin’ fan
Dat means you ain’t a real man
Comin’, droppin’, mobbin’
Dat’s what I gonna do after f#ckin’
Means the muthaf#ckin’ show
Don’t give a f#ck whether I got some dough
Real ol’ school rappa anyway knows ’64 gotta be low
Wheneva you stand on the land
Consider that someone owns it, maybe he just rent
And live in some place in the f#ckin’ tent
So, I wouldn’t recommend to visit him
‘Cuz he can bust a cap in yo’ f#ckin’ team
Gotta say, it will be so hard
After all this sh#t no one gonna be fought
Actually you don’t check it
Wait until I gonna wreck it?
f#ck what ya wanna say ’bout my album
I come fo’ yo’ house n you say hell no
You lose it n now live in the bando
Find someone who will regret
Dat’s a real hardcore fact
But tell me, who would expect?
The purpose to drop albums more
If you are weak man, don’t listen to that, just chill with yo’ ho’
I allow ya to f#ck in the rental car
But not in the mine
‘Cuz I will beat yo’ #ss up n it will be so fine
Ain’t able to get out, ‘cuz it’s no time
After all this sh#t ya know how I do it
It will be better fo’ yo’ health if you neva come across me
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