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[dj paul] Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka Prophet motherfuckin' posse hoe Three 6 mafia, m-child A whole bunch of mothafuckas And ready to do this shit You wanna fuck a hoe Then wait until you're back When the war's gone bitch You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas Thinkin' that i'm for the 9-7 Once again, it's on Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch Woow, woow, woow woow woow woo
[dj paul] Now when IT comes to the hood I be like black HAVEN zone Now when it comes to parts of the body I got more THAN AUTO ZONE In the middle of fashion i got to keep it like rockin' And people callin' it green THIS COCAINE GOT MY JAW LOCKED Again it's up to him I need to let some shots off and dj paul with teflon also take that bulletproof off But when they jump, i pump To put some murderin' punks And then i dump all his bodyparts into my trunk
Scarecrow Play I'ma terror from the end I'll watch that body explode If they retaliate i blast I think about you won't find them bloody clothes Kill 'em though Don't you know I want to get rid of those faked up hoes It's the city of memphis Watch me witness how this nigga unload Rage make me regularly, force me blood I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge I'm nuts You got no crips You got no heart You niggas from the start I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts
[gangsta boo] Wussup mista trick Do you wanna get with this Pimp type ass bitch down with the triple 6 My lexus trunk or viper Prophet posse nothin' nicer In this fuckin' body parts TIL WE ADD MORE SPICE Fuck you playa hatin punks I was layin' on the top Look at the billboard charts Prophet posse takin' over Nigga now we got you high
[m-child] I don't know you, Why the fuck you all in my grill, I'm stayin, buck on you Niggaz say you so so treal, You ain't no killa, My lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep, Sleepin' with the lights on, Hoe you contious of me,me and about 80 mo' muthafuckaz who comin', 4 and 5 vans deep, while ya bitch ass runnin', We be the prophet devilish and meanin' click so tight, M-child orange mound, Smokin' out evey night...bitch!!!!
[juicy j] I met this fool last week Who said he slangin' double keys Also had a group of bustin' all tall and some LIGHT, green ink What you think I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree So i drove a low key car Tryin' to fool the streets Curve after curve I return tryin' not to swerve Knowin' by the hour i be chippin' up my bag of herbs PURE herb ak's all kinds a guns Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run
[scanman] please don't test these murderers Slugs i will pump at your gut Scan from the killa klan kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk Let's go ride then play a game What's the game The game of names Now which, which one would you choose Which ever you choose you lose, you lose
[droopy drew dog] First time on the maximum, don't be a trick To see them hatas talk shit but they don't know the deal Dope sella B h p's while i dwella They looked into the barrel of my chin black barretta Ratta tatta is all you heard To see you niggas comin' up In the (??) But watch the game Cause you don't got no friends Droopy drew dog self made to the end
[crunchy blac] Check this here Niggas will, rob and steal, mob and kill And it feel They don't feel What i feel, then i fill Them buck will Bullet lead two to the head Then i lay them in graves That i dig Just for them Yes it is
[project pat] Slammin' bones, throwin' LICKS Puttin' bitches in there clicks Kaze in this motherfuck Down we prophet click Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas Mossberg slug to your grill You can feel this Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me Project pat is down But ain't no fuckin' damn fool We ridin' drinkin' dankin' bodies stankin' i can smell them well And if the police pull us over I'm the first to bail
[indo g] Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches That thinkin' that all of us is red instead While i drop this track I flack (??) i'm straight from very bone To the motherfucka filin' out I'm the first See triple 6, it's`on Bitch every mud up in a source bone I don't wanna kill a motha, betta get a motherfucker for talkin' that Shit Huh, i don't wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker for Crossin' my click bitch Boogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brains On the motherfuckin' wood grain nigga Pullin' the trigga like uhh die nigga uhh die nigga
[k roc] Motherfucker K roc i dump but what i see in my trunk See me after killa klan Seein' that k roc solo burn Makin' up in my green Prophet posse my niggas Gimme that forty glock In my (??) pullin' that trigga I see traitors lookin' at playa hatas Fakin' while we blast our gat I don't know where you're at But hata i better witness a (??) If a nigga don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car To that ditch I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk
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