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