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