DJ Paul)

Yeah we back up in this mothafucka

Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe

Three 6 mafia M Child

A whole bunch of mothafuckas

And ready to do this shit

You wanna fuck a hoe

Then Wait until you're back

When the war's gone bitch

You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas

Thinkin' that I'm for the 9 7

Once again it's on

Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch

Woow woow woow woow woow woo



(DJ Paul)

Now when they comes to the hood

I be like black in my zone

Now when it comes to parts of the body

I got more parts than auto zone

In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'

And people callin' it green

That smoke how much I like it

Again it's up to him

I need to let some shots off

And Dj Paul with Teflon also take that bulletproof off

But when they jump, I pump

To put some murderin' punks

And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk



Scarecrow

Play

I'ma terror from The End

I'll watch that body explode

If they retaliate I blast

I think about you won't find them bloody clothes

Kill 'em though

Don't you know

I want to get rid of those faked up hoes

It's the city of Memphis

Watch me witness how this nigga unload

Rage make me regularly, force me blood

I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge

I'm nuts

You got no crips

You got no heart

you niggas from the start

I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts



(Gangsta Boo)

Wussup mista trick

Do you wanna get with this

Pimp type ass bitch down with the Triple 6

My Lexus trunk or Viper

Prophet Posse nothin' nicer

In this fuckin' body parts through the air

Cause we come to get it crunk

Several bodies in my trunk

Never denyin', always highin'

Fuck you playa hatin punks

Always stayin' on the top

Look at the Billboard Charts

Prophet Posse takin' over

Nigga now we got you high



(M-Child)

I don't know you

Why the fuck you all in my grill

I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, stay so so trill

You ain't no killa

My niggas leave a schedule

Go to sleep

Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you caustious of me

Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who comin'

Throwin' 5 billion (??)

While your bitch ass runnin'

We be the Prophet definition meanin' click so tight

M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out every night, BITCH!!!!



(Juicy J)

I met this fool last week

Who said he slangin' double keys

Also had a group of bustin' all tall and some like, green ink

What you think

I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree

So I drove a low key car

Tryin' to fool the streets

Curve after curve

I return tryin' not to swerve

Knowin' by the hour I be chippin' up my bag of herbs

(??) herb AK's all kinds a guns

Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run



(Scanman)

Please don't test these murderers

Slugs I will pump at your gut

Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze

I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk

Let's go ride then play a game

What's the game

The game of names

Now which, which one would you choose

Which ever you choose you lose, you lose



(Droopy Drew Dog)

First Time on the maximum, don't be a trick

To see them hatas talk shit but they don't know the deal

Dope sella

BHZ's where I dwell-ah

They looked into the barrel of my chin black Barretta

Ratta Tatta is all you heard

To see you niggas comin' up

In the (???)

But watch the game

Cause you don't got no friends

Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end



(Crunchy Blac)

Check this here

Niggas will, rob and steal, mob and kill

And it feel

They don't feel

What I feel, then I fill

Them buck will

Bullet lead two to the head

Then I lay them in graves

That I dig

Just for them

Yes it is



(Project Pat)

Slammin' bones, throwin' leaks

Puttin' bitches in there clicks

Kaze in this motherfuck

Down we Prophet click

Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas

Mossberg slug to your grill

You can feel this

Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me

Project Pat is down

But ain't no fuckin' damn fool

We ridin' drinkin' dankin' bodies stankin' I can smell them well

And if the police pull us over

I'm the first to bail



(Indo G)

Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches

That thinkin' that all of us is red instead

While I drop this track

I flack (??) I'm straight from very bone

To the motherfucka filin' out

I'm the first

See Triple 6, It's on

Bitch every mud up in a source bone

I don't wanna kill a motha, betta get a motherfucker for talkin' that

shit

Huh, I don't wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker for

crossin' my click bitch

Boogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brains

On the motherfuckin' wood grain nigga

Pullin' the trigga like uhh die nigga uhh die nigga



(K Roc)

Motherfucker

K Roc I dump but what I see in my trunk

See me after Killa Klan

Seein' that K Roc solo burn

Makin' up in my green

Prophet Posse my niggas

Gimme that forty glock

In my (??) pullin' that trigga

I see traitors lookin' at playa hatas

Fakin' while we blast our gat

I don't know where you're at

But hata I better witness a (??)

If a nigga don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car

To that ditch

I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk