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[k roc ]

Hoe, 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 ***** 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

Hoe

[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

? ? ? ? bak 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 *****

Because if I loved them

I cant 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 Im tossin

Hatas crossin

Its da end *****

U runnin into bullet proof

Hoe, we still da triple 6

Prophet to da p

Earsin niggas that wanna skrive

With flows of horror

Im droppin like steven speilberg

Deep into da mound

Aint nuttin but killas up in da dark

Im creepin with the hatchet

With slicin bodyparts in da park

Moon full of blood

Could it be another jeffrey dahmer

Im sneakin

And creepin

And blowin up shit like da una bomber

*****

[indo g]

Rollin wit da devil on da level

Dig yo ditch

*****

Hitch

Wit da hi-ka

On da mi-ka

Ill make youre ass wish

Hicorky

Dickory

Dock

Ass I pull out my glock

And Im ready to pop

On de *****

Sissy mutha*****a

Brinin da ruckus

Im brining my niggas because we dont stop dis shit

Yea do triple 6

Brang it real

Real

Mutafuka down to pack a steal

Still I fuk a fly

I pac a real

Real on da mic

Like evander holyfeild

[crunchy black]

Theres no cries 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 shouldnt have neva dissed this click

The 3 6 mafia

We popin

Slugs

That got u *****es sick

[koopsta knicca]

Ive 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

*****in wit my nigga black

Hes stackin

Plus his pimpin

Got real on da peal

Hoes gonna feel me

[lord infamous]

Shut the ***** up *****

Its infamous

Youre ass betta not scream

Dont make me hafta wipe

Urer mutha*****in brains off my sheets

Im 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 Im gonna turn it out

Comin to u mean

Because its in me to ***** u up

Listen here dude

Its a ride

So just buckle up

Smokin on a *****in blunts

Till my minds about to blow

Mother***** the universe

Because we brought u da end, hoe

[juicy j]

First I want to grab a nigga by his neck

Drag em to my *****in 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 ***** 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 mother*****er 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 cant get *****ed

Look fool we creepin on ken

From martin luther and we wit me

Aint 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 aint no stoppin this dude

So if yo bank aint on swoll

Aint 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 Im full of drugs

Trust Im on ya fool

Drug and a ***** em up

Cant stand

In the first round fool

Down and what u learned to do

But you aint got the right tools

Clowin on ure new c.d.

Now hoe tell me what that proved

I aint seen shit new

Check ya bunch of bodies out of film

Hoe

The prophet posse let ya live

Well 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

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