|
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 |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 Time on Earth by Crowded House |
 Big Dog Daddy by Toby Keith |
 Insomniac by Enrique Iglesias |
 Kina by Kina |
 Lost Highway by Bon Jovi |
