Chorus X3



Black Motherfucker



Prophet Posse My Nigga



Give That 45 (when The Stereo'pumpin')



Black Motherfucker



Prophet Posse My Nigga



Is, Is My Sounds That Be Turnin't Niggas Into Killers




I Kill Kill Kill



(Prophet Posse My Nigga)



I Murder Murder Murder



Hatas In My Face



Watch A Nnigga Hurt A



40 40 Cal I Pull Out My Big Pocket



(Prophet Posse My Nigga)



I Grab You By Your Neck



I Pull It Out Of Socket



Rang Range Range



(Prophet Posse My Nigga)



Wowa Wowa Wowa



Give Him This Fuckin' Tax



Police Pull Me Over



But I Blast On Them Hoes



Cause I'm Too Fuckin' Dangerous



(Prophet Posse My Nigga)



(Is, Is If My Sounds That Be Turnin' Niggas Into Kilers)



Get With The Posse



I Thought You Hoes Could Hang With Us



Killin' Up You Bitches Is An Easy Task



You Fools Can't Last



I'm Bulletproof With Mouse On That Ass, I Dash



Through Your Mutherfucking Crib



Soon As I Find Where You Live



Flashlights In Your Face



Robbery Or Murder Case



Roaming Throught The Motherfucking Black A Paneria



Prophet Is My Posse I Doubt You Seem So Scarier



Plan To Talk Shit But The Ain't Nothin' But Characters



Hundred Thousand Dollar Cars



Now How You Gone Laugh At Us




Chorus X2




I Said We Turnin' Into Killers



As Soon As We Step On The Stage



Before I Grab The Fuckin' Mic



I Got The (??)



I Turn This Up In The Heart



No Need For Somebody Got



I Got The Shit In Control



Even When A Riot Start



We Bout' To Turn Off The Light



We Bout' To Hit You With Might



We Pu