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Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Prophet Posse, the Posse,

Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Posse, the Posse, bitch

It's Mafia
Lord mind
It ain't stable
My actions are even shocking and dockin'

murder between Kane and Abel
So 'em up
Everybody catch the
I come from the city of Memphis
It's a rowdy

it's time for them Prophets, ain't no turning trick
Ah, you up with the wrong kind
Ghetto boo, comin' at yo ass
Takin' over 97 Mrs. Gangsta, bitch
Married to this damn Prophet

Watch, how I pull bitches
And you know the scareman's blastin' teflon's hit yo'
Nigga, I'll be if I'm gon' miss you
Gaurds of task, so you react
'Cause the are sprayin' motherfuckin' gats when I blast
When I blast, them on they back

Excuse me sir, can I get that or that drivers' license?
I need some two scoops but not the of the wisest
Nicest, the feel of my gets conset like Tyson
Roll them dices, my brain cells
But fuck it, we sacrificin' that shit

Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Prophet Posse, the Posse,

Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Posse, the Posse, bitch

It's that nigga you love to hate
in the north
Is where I stay, the one notorious J
I fold ya an chop you away

And get real high to this hear
Buck as hell is how we act
The Posse is on the attack
So what you haters watch your

There's no game that play
With your bullshit
Say, what your say
But a nigga kill you

If you
Then nigga feel me
And I in hell
Catch a nigga like, me

Some of these on that doe
of these niggas on that hay
What you say, you say, hoe
Negro Indo crackin' swishers daily

incredible, incredible from the car
To the block in the motherfuckin'
in a meadow
When I'm kickin' a line, I rhyme, every god damn

Niggas that come to me attention
and Prophet, the Posse
'Cause the Killa Roc and never stoppin' roll in a
Niggas like to be droppin'
(Droppin')

Juicy with the two nine, Paul with the
on a paperchas, yeah
Killa from 6, K-Roc, don't play
Don't with me baby

We makin' moves in this rap industry a magician
A of neighborhood niggas on a mission
For paper, project, my lyrics like a virgin
My lips ignite the mic, cause they get
I'm cussin'

Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse,