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[K RoC ] Ho, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me Throw a chump And run a man through da crowd He gonna give me sumthin Brap Rap my niggas And step em when K- Rocin Dont fuck with dis, see See if u wit me If u wit me Mon We buck em down We buck em down Only one Comin out of that back door Slangin my yae-o Rollin on them po-poes Dropin that viper Smokin that indo Makin that bank roll Stupid ass bithes Dont you know Killa Klan Kaze playas makin them profits Ho [MC Mac] Chillin down on the lower level Waitin for my time to come With this fool A million styles Maybe I just might make bond Release me on my own Back on the streets With no employment No doubt Without no cheese up in my pocket Tell me how can I have enjoyment Throughout my life Say mo shit Knowin MC Mac dont love no bitch Because if I loved them I can't trust em Breakin this rocks gonna make me rich The Kaze My Klan My click Must buck Cuz theres no testin us Pop em and drop em Lock em and top em All up in my trunk [M Child] Dynamite I'm tossin Hatas crossin Its da end bitch U runnin into bullet proof Ho, we still da Triple 6 Prophet to da P Earsin niggas that wanna skrive With flows of horror I'm droppin like Steven Speilberg Deep into da mound Ain't nuttin but killas up in da dark I'm creepin with the hatchet With slicin bodyparts in da park Moon full of blood Could it be another Jeffrey Dahmer I'm sneakin And creepin And blowin up shit like da Una Bomber BITCH [Indo G] Rollin wit da devil on da level Dig yo ditch Bitch Hitch Wit da hi-ka On da mi-ka I'll make youre ass wish Hicorky Dickory Dock Ass I pull out my Glock And I'm ready to pop On de bitch Sissy muthafucka Brinin da ruckus I'm brining my niggas because we dont stop dis shit Yea do Triple 6 Brang it real Real Mutafuka down to pack a steel Still I fuk a fly I pac a real Real on da mic Like Evander Holyfeild [Crunchy Black] Theres no Christ in my life Theres no game that I would play Some people say that if u play a game Then man you get em played Back on you I thought u knew You shouldn't have neva dissed this click The 3 6 Mafia We popin Slugs That got u bitches sick [Koopsta Knicca] I've neva be brothin Koopsta stands out from the niggas Who thinkin they hard I flow up to star Bust in like you da boss Kaze got my back Now watch how quickly I react wit that Boom boom boom Nigga Rat-tat-tat-tat Juicy,Paul,and Scarecrow Are rollin in that bucket low And they causin some static So they reached and grabbed them 44s Fuckin wit my nigga Black Hes stackin Plus his pimpin Got real on da peal Hoes gonna feel me [Lord Infamous] Shut the fuck up bitch Its Infamous Youre ass betta not scream Dont make me hafta wipe Urer muthafuckin brains off my sheets I'm gonna burn u Watch u burning Like my bad dreams Give you to da beast in the pit of hades Thunder rolls Stormy black clouds I stole the 7th seal Then the angel cried Thats Scarecrow I love u I wanna bang with u forever But u too evil though We gonna give u to the devil [Gangsta Boo] Whats up do u wanna come against me Do u wanna get ure ass earsed off the m-a-p Devils daughter comin out Nigga betta watch out Because you got the queen of sins Nigga I'm gonna turn it out Comin to u mean Because its in me to fuck u up Listen here dude Its a ride So just buckle up Smokin on a fuckin blunts Till my minds about to blow Motherfuck the universe Because we brought u da end, ho [Juicy J] First I want to grab a nigga by his neck Drag em to my fuckin set Take the nigga blow And his cheese And them cigarettes Put my gun up to his nose Tie em up form head to toe Take the bitch to EverGreen Throw em in da bayou Call my niggas D and Blue Project Pat yall know what to do Creep through the streets With them thangs Blast on any fool Triple 6 killas In this motherfucker runnin shit If u wanna playa hate the click Then you done with [Gangsta Blac] Gotta keep my head up No need for me to stop it Get stuck So ruck wit luck As to rollin Because Gansta Blac can't get fucked Look fool we creepin on Ken From Martin Luther and we wit me Ain't nuttin but Prophet and thugs And S-P-Vs all up in me Rimie sippin While trippin While rippin coners wit Juice Women rippin While dippin And ain't no stoppin this dude So if yo bank ain't on swoll Ain't no stoppin the Prophet Thats who was straight for the eight And look who in it and out it Nigga [DJ Paul] Look in da eyes of a mad man Shoot em in the head man Level on dat coco Playa stata calla Da balla Killa Man Fill the man with slugs When I'm full of drugs Trust I'm on ya fool Drug and a fuck em up Can't stand In the first round fool Down and what u learned to do But you ain't got the right tools Clowin on ure new C.D Now ho tell me what that proved I ain't seen shit new Check ya bunch of bodies out of film Ho The Prophet Posse let ya live We'll kill ya next year Chorusx4 Kill em And robb em And beat em And dump all they bodyparts into my trunk WHOOP WHOOP All the niggas that was in da shit Just diss niggas and give shouts out to they hoods