Psycho Sounds (feat. Playa Posse) Tommy Wright III (Ft. Big O, Blackout (Memphis), Lil Coop (Memphis), Lil E (Memphis), Lil Slim (Memphis), Playa Posse & Stout Pimp)

[Chorus: Keno Da Don]
Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door
Fire the bud and hit the blow, niggas, what you hittin' for
Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door
Fire the bud and hit the blow, niggas, what you hittin' for
Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door
Fire the bud and hit the blow, niggas, what you hittin' for'

[Verse 1: Lil Coop]
Playa Posse down, full of Crown, take the pistol by the grip
Twenty pounds of lumber thunder
Taught a lesson and .44 smoked them, R.I.P
Shakin' niggas, contradictin', read 'em rich
With Lil E packed and Rasta Jack, chiefin', drinkin' up that shit
M to the A to the S-K, plus that B to the U to the D
Again a, P to the L to the A-Y-A
Plus some funky hay, pint of Tanqueray
Keep us crunk, silent while you busters trip
Sixty minutes, thirty minutes, robbin' clique, the twenty deep
Tickin,' but a minute, that the world is goin' up in smoke
B.B.B. across my chest, flexin', cut a swisher, ho
S-Y-L, I represent, but through the ghetto, royal blue
But gettin' deeper, sleeper, just a creeper from the Red Oak peeler
Hella' killer

[Verse 2: Big O & Lil Coop]
Bloody G-L-O-C-K, Playa Posse in your face
Take you for your money out, though, we don't give a fuck, ho
Ridin' super blicked at night, lookin' for a fuckin' victim
Spotted out a dope point, time to shoot that funky ho my nigga
Get yo' ass on the ground and don't make a fuckin' sound
Took his horn, took his bone, got that shit, now it's on
Straight to Beale, gettin' buck, blaze a blunt, who gives a fuck
Scopin' out them niggas in the back, tryna get buck
Hell yeah, look at them bitches
Man, you got that Glock with you?
Yeah, I got that fuckin' Glock, time to pull a fuckin' trigger
Put them ski masks on, put that Glock, to his dome
Shot his ass, saw him fall, blew his head to the wall