歌词
(feat. DJ Paul)
[Chorus x3]
Black mother*******
Prophet posse my *************
Give that 45 (when the stereo'pumpin')
Black mother*******
Prophet posse my *************
Is, is my sounds that be turnin't *************s into killers
I kill kill kill
(Prophet posse my *************)
I murder murder murder
Hatas in my face
Watch a n************* hurt a
40 40 cal i pull out my big pocket
(Prophet posse my *************)
I grab you by your neck
I pull it out of socket
Rang range range
(Prophet posse my *************)
Wowa wowa wowa
Give him this ******' tax
Police pull me over
But I blast on them hoes
Cause I'm too ******' dangerous
(Prophet posse my *************)
(Is, is if my sounds that be turnin' *************s into kilers)
Get with the posse
I thought you hoes could hang with us
Killin' up you ******* is an easy task
You fools can't last
I'm bulletproof with mouse on that ass, I dash
Through your muther******g crib
Soon as I find where you live
Flashlights in your face
Robbery or murder case
Roaming throught the mother******g black a paneria
Prophet is my posse I doubt you seem so scarier
Plan to talk *************t 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 ******' mic
I got the [??]
I turn this up in the heart
No need for somebody got
I got the *************t 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 ******' with the wrong click
The 44 just got clicked
I hope you listen to me
(Is, is my sounds that be turnin' *************s into killers)
Cause ************* creepin' up to *************t, *************
Hear here mr. mr. ************* creep I got to make my stays
Think those *************s on the trek
They just don't know what got arranged
This *************t is strange mother*******
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 *************t, bloods blown
[Chorus x2]
Yeah, god damn it ya'll know who brought up this mother******g *************t
DJ mother******' Paul
I got my n*gga n*gga
Creepin this mother******* hard
Prophet mother******' posse
Turn the mother******' head biatch
You all know the mother*******s gone be in this thang
The 9-1-11-79-8
It all look *************t
Tearin' theis mother****** *************t off, tearin the club
Niggga mother******* fight
Bring a motherucker [??]
The whole mother******' 9 hoe
Black mother ******* prophet posse my *************
(Prophet pro-prophet pro-prophet posse my *************) [x7]
(Is, is my sounds that be turnin' *************s into killers) [x9]
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