(feat. Shawnna)

[Shawnna talking]

Posted... aah... mo'fucca...
Posted... ah-ah... mo'fucca...
Posted... haah... mo'fucca...

Posted... c'mon... yo...

[Verse 1]

I ain't dat (*##$ dat'll be in the club
With ^!$$%z actin' like itz sweet in the club
I'll bust a mo'fucca meat in the club

And (*##$ez steppin' on my feet in the club
Tryina see who they can freak in the club
A mo'fucca wanna speak in the club

Like a mo'fucca really know me in the club
Got my fitted on, chiefin' on leaf in the club
Look around, gotta see who want pee in the club

See them lame ^!$$%z sippin' Don P in the club
When you smellin' 'gnac, matterfact, we in the club
White tee's and them Air Force, deep in the club

Throwin' up a sign, ^!$$% wha, street in the club
Make yo head nod cuz my joint beat in the club
For them ^!$$%z that'd spend they whole week in the club

And the (*##$ez dat be drunk and wanna beef in the club
And them hataz that'll see they blood leak in the club
You can't breathe in the club

It's called...

[Chorus]

Posted...
Post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt

Post in the window, blowin' tha indo
Post with my kinfolk
Post in the cut

Post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt
Post in the window, blowin' tha indo

Post with my kinfolk
Post in the cut


[Verse 2]
Yo... this ^!$$% said this sound like some ole' N.O.R.E. %#@!
Yea, I'm $#&@in' wit that N.O.R.E. %#@!

I'll be dat (*##$ in the drop-top, aqua-blue, gourmet ??
E'rry ^!$$% finna swore they here
We on the block and I'm [Grindin'] Jack

With a 50-pack and some 20's
Helicopters on dem hot Bentley's
Ain't got no time for these (*##$ez cuz it's over now

You ain't leavin' out in stitchez cuz I'm sober now
Hittin' Hot 97 with a hundred thou'
Bring yo main (*##$ up in it, I'ma run her style

Yea I'm @@#!y, thinkin' I plan, well (*##$ watch me
Post in the game, my ^!$$%z on bricks got me
Put it on my kids, I did it for years, mami

Send it to my nig'z who doin' they biz, papi
Mo'fucca betta recognize some %#@!
Cuz god damn, Def Jam shouldn'ta signed a (*##$

That's why I'm....

[Repeat Chorus]


[Verse 3]
When I'm posted in the hood, I'ma bang my %#@!

Only real mo'fuccaz get to hang in the brickz
This fo' ??
All my thug mo'fuccas keepin' weight on dem Kedz

It's called posted, ^!$$% betta act like you know the gutter
Posted, ^!$$%z see the Ac and the peanut butter
Posted, hoody with the black bandanna under

Posted, lookin' through the back for the undercover
Posted, even when I'm flippin' the spots
See the cops on the next block, checkin' my watch

Coupla shortiez in the parkin' lot, holdin' them rocks
It's a hood thang ^!$$%, gettin' blown to drop
We all posted, keep it true, neva forget it
^!$$%, post up, show them mo'fuccaz the bizness
I'ma post with my ^!$$%z sippin' Remy and Guiness

All my real mo'fuccaz in the game gone feel this
It's called...

[Repeat Chorus x2]