Lyrics Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia

Prophet Posse

Prophet posse, the posse bitch

It's mafia time

Lord infamous' mind

It just ain't stable

My actions are even more shocking and dockin'

Than murder between kane and abel

So stick 'em up

Everybody catch the ground

Cause i come from the city of memphis

It's a rowdy town

Well it's time for them prophets

Ain't no turning trick

Ah, you fucked up with the wrong kind

Ghetto boo bitch

Comin' at yo ass

Takin' over 97 this mrs. gangsta bitch

Married to this damn prophet shit

Watch how i pull these bitches

And you know the scareman's blastin' teflon's hit yo' feelin's

Nigga, i'll be damned if i'm gon' miss you

Gaurds of task, so you best react

Cause the prophets are sprayin' motherfuckin' gats when i blast

When i blast

Them niggas on they back

Excuse me sir

Can i get that card or that drivers' license

I need some two scoops

But not the raisin' of the wisest

Nicest, the feel of my body gets conset like tyson

Roll them dices

Killin' my brain cells

But fuck it

We sacrificin' blow that shit

It's that nigga that you love to hate

Deep in the north

Is where i stay, the one notorious juicy j

I fold ya dogs an chop you away

And get real high to this hear track

Buck wild as hell is how we act

The prophet posse is on the attack

So what you haters watch your back

There's no game that i'll play

With your bullshit niggas

Say what your ganna say

But a nigga will kill you

If you disrespect

Then nigga you'll feel me

And i dwell in hell

Catch a nigga like, feel me

Some of these niggas on that doe

Some of these niggas on that hay

What you say, what you say hoe

Negro indo crackin' them swishers daily

It's incredible, incredible, from the car

To the block in the motherfuckin' ghetto

Cheefin' in a meadow

When i'm kickin' a line, i rhyme, every god damn time

Niggas that come to me (??) attention

Brothers and prophet the posse

Cause the killa roc and never stoppin' roll in a viper

Niggas that like to be droppin' (droppin')

Juicy with the two nine, paul with the forty

Motherfuckers on a paperchas, yeah

Killa from three 6, k-roc don't play

Don't play with me baby

We makn' moves in this rap industry

Like a magician

A legion of neighborhood niggas on a mission

For paper, project, my lyrics tight

Like a virgin

My lips ignite the mic, cause they get hype

When i'm cussin'