(feat. DJ Paul)
[Chorus x3]
Black motherf*cker
Prophet posse my nigga
Give that 45 (when the stereo'pumpin')
Black motherf*cker
Prophet posse my nigga
Is, is my sounds that be turnin't niggas into killers
I kill kill kill
(Prophet posse my nigga)
I murder murder murder
Hatas in my face
Watch a nnigga hurt a
40 40 cal i pull out my big pocket
(Prophet posse my nigga)
I grab you by your neck
I pull it out of socket
Rang range range
(Prophet posse my nigga)
Wowa wowa wowa
Give him this f*ckin' tax
Police pull me over
But I blast on them hoes
Cause I'm too f*ckin' dangerous
(Prophet posse my nigga)
(Is, is if my sounds that be turnin' niggas into kilers)
Get with the posse
I thought you hoes could hang with us
Killin' up you bitches is an easy task
You fools can't last
I'm bulletproof with mouse on that ass, I dash
Through your mutherf*cking crib
Soon as I find where you live
Flashlights in your face
Robbery or murder case
Roaming throught the motherf*cking black a paneria
Prophet is my posse I doubt you seem so scarier
Plan to talk shit but the ain't nothin' but characters
Hundred thousand dollar cars
Now how you gone laugh at us
[Chorus x2]
I said we turnin' into killers
As soon as we step on the stage
Before I grab the f*ckin' mic
I got the [??]
I turn this up in the heart
No need for somebody got
I got the shit in control
Even when a riot start
We bout' to turn off the light
We bout' to hit you with might
We put put your [??] in the van
And we gone spray in your life
You f*ckin' with the wrong click
The 44 just got clicked
I hope you listen to me
(Is, is my sounds that be turnin' niggas into killers)
Cause nigga creepin' up to shit, bitch
hear here mr. mr. nigga creep I got to make my stays
Think those niggas on the trek
They just don't know what got arranged
This shit is strange motherf*cker
It's my speed personalities
Leavin bodies torn up just like the red barron sea
Crack needs makin' blood gush
Into blood pools
It don't bother me because i specialize on killin' fools
Open up my crazy house
Can't you see my mind's gone
Let me kick my light switch
Oh shit, bloods blown
[Chorus x2]
Yeah, god damn it ya'll know who brought up this motherf*cking shit
DJ motherf*ckin' Paul
I got my nigga nigga
Creepin this motherf*cker hard
Prophet motherf*ckin' posse
Turn the motherf*ckin' head biatch
You all know the motherf*ckers gone be in this thang
The 9-1-11-79-8
It all look shit
Tearin' theis motherf*ckin shit off, tearin the club
Niggga motherf*cker fight
Bring a motherucker [??]
The whole motherf*ckin' 9 hoe
Black mother f*cker prophet posse my nigga
(Prophet pro-prophet pro-prophet posse my nigga) [x7]
(Is, is my sounds that be turnin' niggas into killers) [x9]