Prophet Posse Lyrics - Chapter 2: World Domination - Three 6 Mafia

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

It's Mafia time 

Lord Infamous' mind 

It just ain't stable 

My actions are even more shocking and dockin' 

Than murder between Kane and Abel 

So stick 'em up 

Everybody catch the ground 

'Cause I come from the city of Memphis 

It's a rowdy town 

Well it's time for them Prophets, ain't no turning trick 

Ah, you fucked up with the wrong kind 

Ghetto boo, bitch comin' at yo ass 

Takin' over 97 this Mrs. Gangsta, bitch 

Married to this damn Prophet shit 

Watch, how I pull these bitches 

And you know the scareman's blastin' teflon's hit yo' feelin's 

Nigga, I'll be damned if I'm gon' miss you 

Gaurds of task, so you best react 

'Cause the Prophets are sprayin' motherfuckin' gats when I blast 

When I blast, them niggas on they back 

Excuse me sir, can I get that card or that drivers' license? 

I need some two scoops but not the raisin' of the wisest 

Nicest, the feel of my body gets conset like Tyson 

Roll them dices, killin' my brain cells 

But fuck it, we sacrificin' blow that shit 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

It's that nigga that you love to hate 

Deep in the north 

Is where I stay, the one notorious Juicy J 

I fold ya dogs an chop you away 

And get real high to this hear track 

Buck wild as hell is how we act 

The Prophet Posse is on the attack 

So what you haters watch your back 

There's no game that I'll play 

With your bullshit niggas 

Say, what your ganna say 

But a nigga will kill you 

If you disrespect 

Then nigga you'll feel me 

And I dwell in hell 

Catch a nigga like, feel me 

Some of these niggas on that doe 

Some of these niggas on that hay 

What you say, what you say, hoe 

Negro Indo crackin' them swishers daily 

It's incredible, incredible from the car 

To the block in the motherfuckin' ghetto 

Cheefin' in a meadow 

When I'm kickin' a line, I rhyme, every god damn time 

Niggas that come to me [unverified] attention 

Brothers and Prophet, the Posse 

'Cause the Killa Roc and never stoppin' roll in a Viper 

Niggas that like to be droppin' 

(Droppin') 

Juicy with the two nine, Paul with the forty 

Motherfuckers on a paperchas, yeah 

Killa from Three 6, K-Roc, don't play 

Don't play with me baby 

We makin' moves in this rap industry like a magician 

A legion of neighborhood niggas on a mission 

For paper, project, my lyrics tight like a virgin 

My lips ignite the mic, cause they get hype 

When I'm cussin' 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch