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

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

It's Mafia
Lord Infamous'
It just ain't
My actions are even shocking and dockin'

Than murder between and Abel
So 'em up
Everybody catch the
'Cause I come from the of Memphis
a rowdy town

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

Watch, how I pull these
And you know the scareman's teflon's hit yo' feelin's
Nigga, I'll be damned if I'm miss you
Gaurds of task, so you best
'Cause the Prophets are motherfuckin' gats when I blast
When I blast, them niggas on they

Excuse me sir, can I get that card or that drivers'
I need some two but not the raisin' of the wisest
Nicest, the feel of my body gets like Tyson
Roll them dices, killin' my brain
But fuck it, we sacrificin' blow that

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

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

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

And get high to this hear track
Buck as hell is how we act
The Prophet Posse is on the
So what you haters your back

There's no game that I'll
With bullshit niggas
Say, your ganna say
But a will kill you

If you
Then you'll feel me
And I dwell in
a nigga like, feel me

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

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

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

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

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

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