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Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka

Prophet motherfuckin' Posse ho

Three 6 mafia, M-Child

A whole bunch of mothafuckas

And ready to do this shit

You wanna fuck a ho

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 my hood

I be like blackhaven zone

Now when it comes to parts of the body

I got more than Autozone

In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'

It be Bacardi and green this cocaine got my jaw lockin'

Let’s get this ??? in here I need to let some shots off

It’s Dj Paul with Teflon on so take that bulletproof off

When they jump, I pump and put some iron in the punk

And then I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk

(Lord Infamous)

Play

I’m terror from The End

I’m watching your body explode

Every time that I blast

I’m thinking about two holes on them bloody clothes

Kill 'em though, Don’t you know

I want to get rid of them faked up hoes

It’s the city of Memphis

Watch me witness how the scarecrow 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 front from the start

I want to fill my fucking backyard with your body parts

(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 his fuckin' body parts to we add more spicer

Cause we come to get it crunk

Several bodies in my trunk

Never denyin', always high

Fuck you playa hatin' punks

Always stayin' on the top

Look at the Billboard Charts

Prophet Posse takin' over

Nigga now we got you hot

(M-Child)

I don’t know you

Why the fuck you all in my grill

Must i get buck on you niggas, say you so so trill

You ain’t no killa

My niggas leave a schedule

Go to sleep

Sleepin' with the lights on, ho, you cautious of me

Me and about 80 more motherfuckers who coming

Four and five vans deep while your bitch ass running

We be the Prophet definition meaning click so tight

M-Child, Orange Mound, smoking out every night, BITCH!!!

(Juicy J)

I met this fool last week

Who said he slangin' nothing but keys

Also had a hook up on some tones 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 turn tryin' not to swerve

Knowin' by the hour I be choppin' up my bag of herbs

Mossberg pure herb AK’s all kinds a guns

Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and start to 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 mic, so I’ma come real, trick

You see them hatas talk shit but they don’t know the deal

Dope sella

BHZ’s where I dwell-ah

They looked into the barrel of my chin black Barretta

Ratta Tatta is all you heard

To see you niggas comin' up and they want to splurge

But watch the game

Cause you don’t got no friends

Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end

(Crunchy Black)

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 up with

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 motherfucker

Down with the Prophet click

Clack boom doom for you hatas hatin' realness

Mossberg slug to your grill

You gone feel this

Trigger happy, nappy headed, sell that dope you sent me

Project Pat is down

But ain’t no fuckin' damn fool

We riding, chiefing, dranking, bodies stanking, I can smell it well

And if the police pull us over I’m the first to bail

(Indo G)

Jackin' and packin', attackin' those fakin' ass bitches

That think they some thing, I know they so broke

I’m leaving them red instead

While I chop this track up like i’m Freddy

Straight from very bone

Til a motherfucka fall out on his face

See Triple 6, It’s on

Bitch every month up in the source bar

I don’t wanna kill a motherfucker

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-Rock)

Motherfucker, I’m K-Rock

I dump them body parts into my trunk

See me after Killa Klan

See when that K-Rock solo bump

Wakin' up in my dream

Prophet Posse my niggas

Gimme that forty Glock

In my pajamas pullin' that trigga

I see traitors, stupid-ass player haters

Faking while we blast our gat

I don’t know your ass

Therefore, automatic weapons commence to blast

If a nigga don’t believe me, trick afraid in front of that car

To that ditch

I dumped all his body parts into my trunk