Dj Paul
Yeah, we back up in this motha fucka. Prophet motha fuckin' Posse hoe. Three 6 Mafia, M-Child.
A whole bunch a motha fuckaz. And runnin' through this shit. You wanna fuck a hoe? Then wait until
you're back, when tha war's gone bitch. You betta recognize you motha fuckin' suckaz. Thinkin'
that I'm, for tha 9 - 7. Once again, its on. Bout to pull yo' motha fuckin' ass in bitch.
Oww, Oww, Oww Oww Oww Oww.
Dj Paul
Now when they come through tha hood, I be like black in my zone. Now when its comes to Posse
party, I got more than (?). In tha middle of fashion I got to keep it like (runnin'), when (...?...)
green that (?) how much I like it. It's in a (...?...) I need to let some shotz off. And Dj Paul
with Teflon also take that bulletproof off. Now when they jump I pump, to put some muderin' punks
and then I dump all his bodyparts in to my trunk.
Scarecrow
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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. Its tha city of Memphis watch me witness how dis nigga unload. Rage make me
regulary, force me blood. I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge. I'm nutz.
You got no Crips, you got no heart, you niggaz front from tha start. I want to fill my fucking back
yard with your bodyparts.
Gangsta Boo
Wuz up Mista trick? Do you wanna get with this, pimp-type ass bitch down with tha Triple Six?
My Lexus trunk or Viper. Prophet Posse nothin' nicer. In his fuckin' body parts through tha air. Most (?). Cuz
we come to get it punk. Severed bodies in my trunk. Never denying, I was (?), fuck you playa hatin
punks. I was layin' on tha top look at tha Billboard charts. Prophet Posse takin' over. Nigga
Now we got you hot.
M-Child
I don't know you. Why tha fuck you all in my grill? I'm stackin' buck on you niggaz, stay so, so
(?). You ain't no killa. My niggaz (leave a schedule.) Go to sleep. Sleepin' with tha lights on,
hoe you cautious of me. Me and about 80 mo' motha fuckaz who comin'. Throwin 5 billion (?) while
your bitch ass runnin'. We be tha Prophet definition meanin' click so tight. M-Child, Orange Mound,
smokin' out every night. BITCH!!
Juicy J
I met this fool last week who said he slangin' double keyz. Also had a group of (bustin' All Tall)
and some like, green ink. What you think? I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree? So I drove a
low key car tryin' to (fool) tha streets. Curve after curve. I return tryin' not to swerve. Knowin'
by tha hour I be choppin' up my bag of herbs. (?) herb AK's all kinds a guns. Till tha nigga
pulled his car to tha side and stopped tha run.
Scanman
Please don't test these murderaz. Slugs I will pump at your gut. Scan from tha Killa Klan Kaze.
I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk. Lets go ride then play a game. What's tha game? Tha game
of names. Now which, which one would you chose? Which ever you chose ya lose, ya lose.
Droopy Drew Dog
First Time on tha maximum, don't be a trick. To see them hataz talk shit but they don't know tha
deal. Dope sella. B H P's while I dwella. They looked into tha barrel of my chin (...?...). (?) Is
all you heard, to see you niggaz comin' up. In tha (...?...). But watch tha game, cuz you don't
got no friends. Droopy Drew Dog cell mate to tha end.
Crunchy Black
Check this here. Niggaz 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 tha head. Then I lay them in graves, that I dig, just
for them. Yes it is.
Project Pat
Slammin' bones, throwin' leaks. Puttin' bitches in there clicks. Kaze in this mo' fuck, down we Prophet
Click clack boom doom for you hataz and (?). 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 tha police pull us over I'm tha 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 tha motha fucka filin'
out. I'm tha first. See Triple Six, Its on. Bitch every mud up in a (?) bone. I don't wanna kill
a motha, betta get a motha fucka for talkin' that shit. Huh. I don't wanna kill a motha fucka,
betta get a motha fucka for crossin' my click bitch. Boogety-boogety, bang-bang nigga blew your
brains, on tha motha fuckin' wood grain nigga. Pullin' tha trigga, like UUHH DIE NIGGA UUHH DIE
NIGGA!
K Roc
Motha fucka. K Roc I dump but what I see in my trunk. (?) after Killa Klan. Seein' that K Roc solo
burn. Makin' up in my green. Prophet Posse my niggaz. Gimme that 40 glock. In my (?) pullin' that trigga.
I see traitors lookin' at playa hataz. 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 tha car.
To that ditch, I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk.