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(feat. Prophet Posse) [D.J. Paul Talking] Ahh yeah, the Prophet Posse in this motherfucker For all you dick eaters, and all you dick beaters For the Nine Triple Six, we reunited motherfucker We finna do this shit like this...... [Bridge] Niggas be talkin' shit, bout, bout , bout, bout, bout, whoever they don't like Niggas be talkin' shit, bout whoever they don't like Man them haters in the club, got us fucked up, fucked up [Gangsta Blac] Woke up early Tuesday mornin', down with the Prophet and the City They got a spot on track for Blac, so I got to bump this bitch Straight from the hood, where nothin' but crosses get thrown up at yo ass But Gangsta Blac, gone kick the past, a Prophet bringin' in the cash You got some gooder, I think you uhh, should send it by the Bird If ain't bad work, then my nigga, bitch shit, we shoot it to the curve I'm bout my Prophet, all my niggas they be knowin' the score From SPV, this Gangsta B., and Prophet got plenty more [Lord Infamous] I'm up drivin' in the eye of a Volcano SongtexteOn to oceans made of Lava, readin' goggles Faced with Kamakazie, women thinks that I'm bizarre Happy when you reach you was bloody In Mystical in the Mystic Dark Water chargin' bitin' the fishes gray shark Tapin' bones around my wrist In front of the fire place Soakin' in the my Polo kerosene While smokin' a blunt of hay Twisted blade, reachin' killers Edge'in children on the scene Scarecrow lookin' in a mirror that don't give a image [MC Mack] Now pimpin' as a Mack, I'm breakin' bitches for my dividends Don't show no slack, I'm MC Mack, so buster bitches watch yo back We creepin' in comin', in bumin', breakin' ya off some proper Deliverin' in killin', mackin' preparin' ya for the slaughter The Triple Six, Killa Klan, Prophet Entertainment, bout comin' up Chargin' bitches, for riches, so hoe type nigga, don't test yo nuts Hierbone, with the D around my neck Got'cha in a sweat, no fessin', just messin', my mother fuckin' pimpin' So bitch lets go cash yo check [Scan Man] It was a night of a Devils pledge, strictly bout my brother whippin' They bled, the holy red, I lived and popped 'em in shreds The millions I made 'em I caught 'em slippin' I rushed 'em quick With Glocks and chest pop drop them bitches in the restin' places Killa Klan Sinters, Even though we Ministers, Prophet Entertainment Breakin' tricks with no lovin' her Scan fuckin' Man, with them demons craved in the soul But you still don't hear me though, so you bitches be my hoes [Crunchy Blac] Heres the blast, why did you look into that mask Ballin' up early, let me finish up our task The dirty work, but dirty work There is no ask, in questions Teachin' lessons, bout a bullets I be stressin' My mind is kind of out there high in the sky I'ma finna go in kill my alli-by, alli-by No reason why he wonder, how he might just tell a lie Lookin' down on ya by a Prophet bitch Crunchy Blac dig ya grave for ya Prophet [Juicy J] To all you wonabees, fake tradin' wonabees I'm not gonna leave, 'til I found the mother fuckin' ki's Just walked into yo house, wrap some tape, 'round his Momma mouth Put the chrome tec, in her face, incase she wanna shout If I hear the Five-O comin', I'ma break in run But I'ma gonna get that fuckin' cheese before a nigga done All About them Prophets, Three Six Mafia, yeah we in the game Ridin' nothin' but clean ass Lexus, and Suburban thangs [D.J. Paul] Keepin' all Anna down, haters man I gotta dodge Stayin' out the eyes of you folks, cause you full of flock Plain as day, quick to say the Three Six ain't no child's play Fuckin' with that Junky Fella, pluckin' on that twelve plate Prophet Posse, reunited, man these hoes hatin' it All about a meal ticket, local on this killin' shit Feelin shit, heres a bitch, another hit ya Fist up with the Renzo click, Glock tottin' Mad Dog Goppin' down Three Six, Mafia, Mafia [Mr. Slicc] My temperature I stand is boilin' hot If you disrespect you drop, my mind is on that level So you know I'm packin' glocks, so watch my finger I bring a, hoe bout to that Anna, don't squeeze her Get out yo fuckin' Beamer, this is a jack, and don't be reachin' for yo strap Cause I'm will comnesed to blast, in harass, in then dash in Back to that Mask Vile, get in all my Prophets, cause its on, and So I'm real [211] A lot of motherfuckers, wanna know where my heart is So I fold 'em in break 'em With ten seconds on my gat, you see a G can regulate From the shoulder flex, with my hands, I can cause death I snap in break yo mother fuckin' neck Now wake him up, so he can smell the coffee Better yet this far, you ain't hard Make ya so-scared, cause ya bared One thing I was taught, you taught, gotta walk But don't get caught in the mist of the Prophets In the beams y'all [Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Y'all niggas ain't no killers, to many Prophets be on my chest Havin' me stressed, suicidal thoughts, I was up every night I never rest, to many groupies, claimin' they straight Hangin' around me, knowin' they haters I ain't never been through what I been through I dare you, fuck you pimp-a-traders Skinny Pimp I'm on Anna, and I'm a grown ass man Feedin' my Momma, beatin' my Father You think that I'm playin'? I'm strictly sprayin' Out this game, from my year Knowin' I'm real, because I'm steel O-G-P, A-M-P, must not come out stackin' little's I'm so trill, so I live, do these busters know how I feel? When you smile I see you frown I'm Bout It, Bout It, leavin' you drown and will You try to explain, when you know you been crossed So I'ma let the AK talk, like when a buster talk, South Memphis Nigga what'cha fought? You scared to start a riot, keep that quiet While I shout, I'm bout that paper player no doubt When I run my mouth, just set me out Give me some?, Give me some? Where I'm from? Memphis area Serious about them Prophets how the fuck you think we fake nigga This Skinny Pimp [x6] Triple Six Mafia! Triple Triple Six Mafia Aus Songtexte Mania