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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And get real to this hear track
Buck wild as is how we act
The Prophet Posse is on the
So you haters watch your back

There's no that I'll play
With bullshit niggas
Say, what your say
But a nigga will you

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

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

incredible, incredible from the car
To the block in the ghetto
Cheefin' in a
When I'm a line, I rhyme, every god damn time

Niggas come to me [unverified] attention
Brothers and Prophet, the
'Cause the Killa Roc and never roll in a Viper
Niggas like to be droppin'
(Droppin')

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

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

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