Binghampton Bound - Playa Posse

Blackout up in this motherfucker

Keepin' that shit real for the '96

Know what I’m sayin'

All my nigga, rest in peace

Know what I’m sayin'

Shit dedicated, ??? Low Down

Lil Alex know what I’m sayin'

All you bitches thought this shit was over

Know what I’m sayin'

It’s still real nigga

It’s on

Just another day of chiefin' hay and waking off that snow

Sleepin' with that ana' ho

Sit there, make them demons flow

Aimin' fo' way high I’ll go

While blinkin' in my Playa mode

Binghampton shit, that’s in me deep

That’s deep inside a Playa’s soul

Mr L. A Dre be on his way to blow that Hamptown bay

Blocked down each and every day

Funked out in the hideaway

Stayin' super ??? on my ten toes ho

??? was on, bitch, but n’ain’t this shit be through the do'

M.H.V be down with me

White Boy and ???

Playas in the N.A.P

Lil ??? to us and ???

Playa ver on that snow

D-iz-own 'bout my cr-iz-own though

Funked up high, yeah hre my time

Big blowin' with Lil Eric ho

Well it’s some Playas that be chiefin' hay

J-Rock rollin' mary-jane

Full of smoke, never choke

Playa Posse down ho

Demon plots make me clown

Bumpin', Pimpin' psycho sounds

Smoke up in this doped up thang

White Boy keep that pure, mane

Whats up to Lil Alex do'

Always down and in this ho

Let my nigga R.I.P

While we chief on plenty though

Ballin' through the Heights at night

Listen up, pimpin' ass types

Stop and ??? so you see

Boy don’t ball so naturally

Holy dope up in my brain

Got me feelin' up mane

Put that ski mask on my frown

Bitch we stay in Funkytown

Whats up to Lil ???, oh my god

??? in this bitch

Clicked up with the Playa Posse

And you niggas can’t stand this shit

Stand this shit

Fuck what you h-iz-oes sayin'

Wako want that holy funk

Lil Slim bring yo mono thang

Quickly lock 'em in the trunk

All about my hustle and I’m down to do some fuckin' dirt

All up in a Playa business

Left you stankin' in the Hearse

Yeah we be them killers from the Heights

We forever deep

SPV and Playa Posse

Like an ocean when we creep

Bustas just don’t understand

Gangsta shit won’t ever die

When I go to kronik city

Watch me float up in the sky

Hoes best to realise that Lil Wako just don’t ??? ho

And I got the evil grin

With demons dwellin' in my soul

??? so a Playa, resolution have the best of thangs

Never will I change, Slim do that

Blast the psycho sounds

Ragin' in my brain I sit

Pack of dope, I chief on it

Let that shit go to my head

Then think of all them folks I miss

Like Miss Low Down, rest in peace

Bumpin' through them heaven gates

Alex we gone meet again lil brother

Just hold me a seat

Richard can’t forget you

You my nigga, each and every day

Look at playa picture on the wall befo' I hit the street

Take off in that Chevy thang

Told you I was comin' clean

On the town with Posse

Down real niggas

On the fuckin' scene

Late nights I creep with the Mac-10

Then again gotta get the 9 meter

Gotta make a bitch come on down

Binghampton Bound, smokin' with a round

Nigga, maintain the wild on my psycho sounds

As I creep, as I crawl with the mask

I blast yo ass so fast and vast

Then y’all to Slim so he can make that Smith and mono blast

Problems on my mind

Business in my blood

Gotta get a nigga quickly fo' the trigger never stops

Terror got some for yo as in the back seat

Bitch it goes pop-pop-pop

Playa hatin' gotta ???

Niggas know I’m all about my fuckin' clique!

Yeah it’s Blackout back up in this muhfucker

Here with my brother Terror all you muhfuckin hoes

Binghampton Bound bombin' for the 1996

For you muhfuckin' bitches know what I’m sayin

Fuck you niggas, trick