Prophet Posse Lyrics by Three 6 Mafia

Prophet Posse Lyrics

    Chorus x8
    Prophet posse, the posse bitch

    (scarecrow)
    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

    (gangsta boo)
    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

    (scanman)
    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

    (dj paul)
    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

    Chorus x7

    (juicy j)
    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

    (crunchy blac)
    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

    (indo g)
    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

    (k-roc)
    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

    (project pat)
    We makn' 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'

    Chorus x5

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