Chorus x3
Black motherfucker
Prophet posse my nigga
Give that 45 (when the stereo`pumpin`)
Black motherfucker
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 fuckin` tax
Police pull me over
But I blast on them hoes
Cause I`m too fuckin` 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 mutherfucking crib
Soon as I find where you live
Flashlights in your face
Robbery or murder case
Roaming throught the motherfucking 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 fuckin` 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 fuckin` 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 motherfucker
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 motherfucking shit
DJ motherfuckin` Paul
I got my nigga nigga
Creepin this motherfucker hard
Prophet motherfuckin` posse
Turn the motherfuckin` head biatch
You all know the motherfuckers gone be in this thang
The 9-1-11-79-8
It all look shit
Tearin` theis motherfuckin shit off, tearin the club
Niggga motherfucker fight
Bring a motherucker (??)
The whole motherfuckin` 9 hoe
Black mother fucker prophet posse my nigga
(Prophet pro-prophet pro-prophet posse my nigga) x7
(Is, is my sounds that be turnin` niggas into killers) x9
