Ahh yeah the Prophet Posse in this motherf**ker

For all you dick eaters and all you dick beaters

For the Nine Triple Six we reunited motherf**ker

We finna do this sh*t like this

Niggas be talkin' sh*t bout bout

Bout bout bout whoever they don't

Like

Niggas be talkin' sh*t bout whoever they don't like

Man them haters in the club

Got us f**ked up f**ked up

Woke up early Tuesday mornin'

Down with the Prophet and the City

They got a spot on track for Blac

So I got to bump this b**ch

Straight from the hood

Where nothin' but crosses get thrown up at yo a**

But Gangsta Blac gone kick the past

A Prophet bringin' in the cash

You got some gooder

I think you uhh should send it by the Bird

If ain't bad work then my ni**a

B**ch sh*t we shoot it to the curve

I'm bout my Prophet

All my niggas they be knowin' the score

From SPV this Gangsta B

And Prophet got plenty more

I'm up drivin' in the eye of a Volcano

On to oceans made of Lava readin' goggles

Faced with Kamakazie

Women thinks that I'm bizarre

Happy when you reach you was bloody

In Mystical in the Mystic Dark

Water chargin' bitin' the fishes gray shark

Tapin' bones around my wrist

In front of the fire place

Soakin' in the my Polo kerosene

While smokin' a blunt of hay

Twisted blade reachin' killers

Edge'in children on the scene

Scarecrow lookin' in a mirror

That don't give a image

Now pimpin' as a Mack

I'm breakin' b**ches for my dividends

Don't show no slack I'm MC Mack

So buster b**ches watch yo back

We creepin' in comin' in bumin'

Breakin' ya off some proper

Deliverin' in killin'

Mackin' preparin' ya for the slaughter

The Triple Six Killa Klan

Prophet Entertainment bout comin' up

Chargin' b**ches for riches

So hoe type ni**a don't test yo nuts

Hierbone with the D around my neck

Got'cha in a sweat no fessin'

Just messin' my mother f**kin' pimpin'

So b**ch lets go cash yo check

It was a night of a Devils pledge

Strictly bout my brother whippin'

They bled the holy red

I lived and popped 'em in shreds

The millions I made 'em

I caught 'em slippin' I rushed 'em quick

With Glocks and chest pop drop

Them b**ches in the restin' places

Killa Klan Sinters Even though we Ministers

Prophet Entertainment

Breakin' tricks with no lovin' her

Scan f**kin' Man

With them demons craved in the soul

But you still don't hear me though

So you b**ches be my hoes

Heres the blast

Why did you look into that mask

Ballin' up early let me finish up our task

The dirty work but dirty work

There is no ask in questions

Teachin' lessons bout a bullets I be stressin'

My mind is kind of out there high in the sky

I'ma finna go in kill my alli-by alli-by

No reason why he wonder

How he might just tell a lie

Lookin' down on ya by a Prophet b**ch

Crunchy Blac dig ya grave for ya

Prophet

To all you wonabees fake tradin' wonabees

I'm not gonna leave

'Til I found the mother f**kin' ki's

Just walked into yo house wrap some tape

'Round his Momma mouth

Put the chrome tec in her face

Incase she wanna shout

If I hear the Five-O comin'

I'ma break in run

But I'ma gonna get that f**kin'

Cheese before a ni**a done

All About them Prophets

Three Six Mafia yeah we in the game

Ridin' nothin' but clean a** Lexus

And Suburban thangs

Keepin' all Anna down

Haters man I gotta dodge

Stayin' out the eyes of you folks

Cause you full of flock

Plain as day quick to say

The Three Six ain't no child's play

F**kin' with that Junky Fella

Pluckin' on that twelve plate

Prophet Posse reunited

Man these hoes hatin' it

All about a meal ticket local on this killin' sh*t

Feelin sh*t heres a b**ch another hit ya

Fist up with the Renzo click

Glock tottin' Mad Dog

Goppin' down Three Six Mafia Mafia

My temperature I stand is boilin' hot

If you disrespect you drop my mind is on that level

So you know I'm packin' glocks so watch my finger

I bring a hoe bout to that Anna don't squeeze her

Get out yo f**kin' Beamer this is a jack

And don't be reachin' for yo strap

Cause I'm will comnesed to blast

In harass in then dash in

Back to that Mask Vile

Get in all my Prophets cause its on and

So I'm real

A lot of motherf**kers

Wanna know where my heart is

So I fold 'em in break 'em

With ten seconds on my gat

You see a G can regulate

From the shoulder flex

With my hands I can cause death

I snap in break yo mother f**kin' neck

Now wake him up

So he can smell the coffee

Better yet this far you ain't hard

Make ya so-scared cause ya bared

One thing I was taught

You taught gotta walk

But don't get caught in the mist of the Prophets

In the beams y'all

Y'all niggas ain't no killers

To many Prophets be on my chest

Havin' me stressed suicidal thoughts

I was up every night

I never rest to many groupies

Claimin' they straight

Hangin' around me knowin' they haters

I ain't never been through

What I been through

I dare you f**k you pimp-a-traders

Skinny Pimp I'm on Anna

And I'm a grown a** man

Feedin' my Momma beatin' my Father

You think that I'm playin'

I'm strictly sprayin'

Out this game from my year

Knowin' I'm real because I'm steel

O-G-P A-M-P must not come out stackin' little's

I'm so trill so I live

Do these busters know how I feel

When you smile I see you frown

I'm Bout It Bout It leavin' you drown and will

You try to explain

When you know you been crossed

So I'ma let the AK talk

Like when a buster talk South Memphis

Ni**a what'cha fought

You scared to start a riot keep that quiet

While I shout

I'm bout that paper player no doubt

When I run my mouth just set me out

Give me some Give me some

Where I'm from Memphis area

Serious about them Prophets

How the f**k you think we fake ni**a

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