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(feat. DJ Paul) |
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[Chorus x3] |
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Black mother****er |
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Prophet posse my nigga |
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Give that 45 (when the stereo'pumpin') |
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Black mother****er |
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Prophet posse my nigga |
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Is, is my sounds that be turnin't niggas into killers |
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I kill kill kill |
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(Prophet posse my nigga) |
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I murder murder murder |
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Hatas in my face |
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Watch a nnigga hurt a |
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40 40 cal i pull out my big pocket |
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(Prophet posse my nigga) |
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I grab you by your neck |
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I pull it out of socket |
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Rang range range |
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(Prophet posse my nigga) |
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Wowa wowa wowa |
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Give him this ****in' tax |
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Police pull me over |
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But I blast on them hoes |
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Cause I'm too ****in' dangerous |
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(Prophet posse my nigga) |
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(Is, is if my sounds that be turnin' niggas into kilers) |
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Get with the posse |
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I thought you hoes could hang with us |
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Killin' up you bitches is an easy task |
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You fools can't last |
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I'm bulletproof with mouse on that ass, I dash |
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Through your muther****ing crib |
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Soon as I find where you live |
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Flashlights in your face |
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Robbery or murder case |
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Roaming throught the mother****ing black a paneria |
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Prophet is my posse I doubt you seem so scarier |
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Plan to talk shit but the ain't nothin' but characters |
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Hundred thousand dollar cars |
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Now how you gone laugh at us |
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[Chorus x2] |
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I said we turnin' into killers |
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As soon as we step on the stage |
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Before I grab the ****in' mic |
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I got the [??] |
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I turn this up in the heart |
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No need for somebody got |
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I got the shit in control |
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Even when a riot start |
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We bout' to turn off the light |
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We bout' to hit you with might |
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We put put your [??] in the van |
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And we gone spray in your life |
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You ****in' with the wrong click |
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The 44 just got clicked |
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I hope you listen to me |
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(Is, is my sounds that be turnin' niggas into killers) |
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Cause nigga creepin' up to shit, bitch |
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Hear here mr. mr. nigga creep I got to make my stays |
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Think those niggas on the trek |
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They just don't know what got arranged |
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This shit is strange mother****er |
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It's my speed personalities |
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Leavin bodies torn up just like the red barron sea |
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Crack needs makin' blood gush |
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Into blood pools |
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It don't bother me because i specialize on killin' fools |
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Open up my crazy house |
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Can't you see my mind's gone |
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Let me kick my light switch |
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Oh shit, bloods blown |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Yeah, god damn it ya'll know who brought up this mother****ing shit |
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DJ mother****in' Paul |
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I got my n*gga n*gga |
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Creepin this mother****er hard |
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Prophet mother****in' posse |
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Turn the mother****in' head biatch |
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You all know the mother****ers gone be in this thang |
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The 9-1-11-79-8 |
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It all look shit |
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Tearin' theis mother****in shit off, tearin the club |
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Niggga mother****er fight |
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Bring a motherucker [??] |
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The whole mother****in' 9 hoe |
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Black mother ****er prophet posse my nigga |
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(Prophet pro-prophet pro-prophet posse my nigga) [x7] |
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(Is, is my sounds that be turnin' niggas into killers) [x9] |
