Chorus
Whack motha fucka, Prophet Posse my nigga. Gimme that 40' glock.
[you know its on when tha stereoz pump me.]
Whack motha fucka, Prophet Posse my nigga. As if, As if my sounds
that be turnin' nigga'z into killaz.
DJ Paul
Killin' off you bitchez is an easy task. You fools can't last. I'm bullet proof with
mask on that ass. I dash through ya' motha fuckin' crib. Soon as I find where you live.
Flashlights in yo' face. Robbery or murder case. Rollin' through tha motha fuckin'
BlackHaven area. Prophet is my Posse now you seem so scared of us. Plenty talk shit
but they ain't nothin' but characters. 100,000$ cars, now how you gon' laugh at us?
Chorus
Whack motha fucka, Prophet Posse my nigga. Gimme that 40' glock.
[you know its on when tha stereoz pump me.]
Whack motha fucka, Prophet Posse my nigga. As if, As if my sounds
that be turnin' nigga'z into killaz.
Nigga Creep
Here I am, Mista' Mista' Nigga Creep I gotta make my stash. Fakest niggas on tha track
they just don't know what I got in range. This shit is strange motha fucka. It's my
split personalities, Leavin' bodies torn up just like tha Red Bering Sea. Crack heads
makin' blood 'n gutz, into blood pools. It don't botha' me because I specialize in killin'
fools. Open up my crazy house. Can't you see my minds' gone? Let me hit tha light switch,
oh shit my buzz blown.
Chorus
Whack motha fucka, Prophet Posse my nigga. Gimme that 40' glock.
[you know its on when tha stereoz pump me.]
Whack motha fucka, Prophet Posse my nigga. As if, As if my sounds
that be turnin' nigga'z into killaz.