paroles de chanson Prophet Posse - Three 6 Mafia

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
It′s Mafia time
Lord Infamous' mind
It just ain′t stable
My actions are even more shocking and dockin'
Than murder between Kane and Abel
So stick 'em up
Everybody catch the ground
′Cause I come from the city of Memphis
It′s a rowdy town
Well it's time for them Prophets, ain′t no turning trick
Ah, you fucked up with the wrong kind
Ghetto boo, bitch comin' at yo ass
Takin′ over 97 this Mrs. Gangsta, bitch
Married to this damn Prophet shit
Watch, how I pull these bitches
And you know the scareman's blastin′ teflon's hit yo' feelin′s
Nigga, I′ll be damned if I'm gon′ miss you
Gaurds of task, so you best react
'Cause the Prophets are sprayin′ motherfuckin' gats when I blast
When I blast, them niggas on they back
Excuse me sir, can I get that card or that drivers′ license?
I need some two scoops but not the raisin' of the wisest
Nicest, the feel of my body gets conset like Tyson
Roll them dices, killin' my brain cells
But fuck it, we sacrificin′ blow that shit
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
It′s that nigga that you love to hate
Deep in the north
Is where I stay, the one notorious Juicy J
I fold ya dogs an chop you away
And get real high to this hear track
Buck wild as hell is how we act
The Prophet Posse is on the attack
So what you haters watch your back
There's no game that I′ll play
With your bullshit niggas
Say, what your ganna say
But a nigga will kill you
If you disrespect
Then nigga you'll feel me
And I dwell in hell
Catch a nigga like, feel me
Some of these niggas on that doe
Some of these niggas on that hay
What you say, what you say, hoe
Negro Indo crackin′ them swishers daily
It's incredible, incredible from the car
To the block in the motherfuckin′ ghetto
Cheefin' in a meadow
When I'm kickin′ a line, I rhyme, every god damn time
Niggas that come to me attention
Brothers and Prophet, the Posse
′Cause the Killa Roc and never stoppin' roll in a Viper
Niggas that like to be droppin′
(Droppin')
Juicy with the two nine, Paul with the forty
Motherfuckers on a paperchas, yeah
Killa from Three 6, K-Roc, don′t play
Don't play with me baby
We makin′ moves in this rap industry like a magician
A legion of neighborhood niggas on a mission
For paper, project, my lyrics tight like a virgin
My lips ignite the mic, cause they get hype
When I'm cussin'
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch