Posse of 5 lyrics

[Intro: Hood Fella]
Yo, yo, yo
Aight, everything's good
Ayy, Ron Paul, what's live, man?
You know it's time to throw out the '08, bring in the brand new '09
You know what I mean? (Keyz is killin' 'em in the streets)
Let's do this thing, yeah
Yo

[Verse 1: Hood Fella]
[?] do this sh*t all year
'09 re-up time, I want it all back
[?] that's the gang here to stay, fade away
Rappers, yeah, I potty them (Yep)
I don't play games here
Get it in, wordcraft
Never slack [?] thought to your conscience
Nonsense, I get busy like a one-way landline
And I'm P.A.'s livest in the [?]

[Verse 2: Kid Rich]
Yeah, therе's no forgettin' this
Go against Rich, watch your flow get dismissed
Got 'еm all in a frenzy, "Is he simply the kid of the century?"
They talk tough, but they scary there
We goin' cake, and y'all impersonate like Aries Spears
It's very clear that I dominate
They try to hate 'cause I'm the great
Stretch your bread like special ed, I've got it made
[Verse 3: Phats]
Don't you ever try to think about doin' me nasty
I raised you, somethin' like daddy
The [?] could open the [?]
If he wasn't my son, he'll be sh*ttin' out his stomach in baggies
Now, which one of these killers gon' ask me
Who I'ma kill? When I'ma answer back, "Whoever gon' ask me"
Only real n*ggas feel this
And it takes a real n*gga to put up his gun when he this sick

[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
Y'all is bubblegum rappers, I'm outta this orbit
Spit ill with real sh*t and doubt that you more sick
Cash comin' in with an accountant, it's sorted
Your girl on my di*k and her mouth is enormous
Got bars like Xanax, maybe play your jam next
'Cause I'm poppin' and you ain't got a fan yet
One for the money, the other sh*t irrelevant
f*ck it, Ron Paul for the president

[Verse 5: Ron Paul]
n*ggas reachin' for stars but they mind ain't right
Target practice your squad like a war game type
Fake rappers in the game wouldn't squeeze they heater
Weak MCs, take me to your leader
Third-line wide receiver, for you non-believer
Throwin' bullets to your head before you have a seizure
I don't care about your science or your physical frame
[?]
[Outro: Ron Paul]
Yeah, man
These f*ckin' n*ggas are phony
n*ggas in the game can't even rap anymore
These lyin'-ass n*ggas
Talkin' about they gettin' money
n*ggas ain't makin' no f*ckin' type of money
How you f*ck you get knocked
And your bond is a million, you supposed to put up a hundred thousand
You can't get the f*ck out
Ha, but you drivin' all these cars, man
Come on, man, n*ggas is fake
Get the f*ck outta the game, haha
Come on