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The Prophet Posse

Notha Nigga Car/Clothes

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(Lord Infamous da Scarecrow)That power can change alot of these niggas They step on alot of toes,up that way up the ladderBut they don`t,they forget what goes up gotta come down(DJ Paul)But all that`s go change 1997 Prophet PosseYou know what I`m sayinLoved by few,hated by manyWe in the motherfucking houseWe can`t be stoppedYou can get dealt with at the end thoughIt`s all good(Lord Infamous Da Scarecrow)You better bring dangerous toys My nigga!!!!!!!!!!!!(DJ Paul)If you wanna play with mafia boysYa`ll know where we located We ain`t hard to findWe nation motherfucking wideBitch(Lord Infamous)We love the M and we ain`t tryin to leave itFor no nigga,nobody(DJ Paul)Staying real to itRepresentin to the fullest!!!!!!!!(DJ Paul the Killa Man)You ain`t no real Black Haven niggaFinger facin forward but you ain`t the one to triggerEven if you figured you was a bit bigger Thank you all that but ain`t got a glove made of glitterNigga when we see ya we go test ya assBomb rushin to the curb and we go bless ya assMe and Chris in the burban trying to catch ya assIt`s all good find reasons and we go set ya ass upPitcure me purchasing ya tape cover wasn`t good enoughDon`t like the scene is just like calling bluffMuch as we try to keep it coolThey all behind the back of me and my crewGlocks and Techs with the vest we be getting it onAnd we ain`t gonna stop untill the early mornSo stop trading with this shit and get ya on3-6 Mafia,Killa Man I`m gone(Juicy J)Who is that fool who be talking that shitSayin he down,but he diss Triple SixIf that bitch step he go get his wig splitBlast smiff-n-wession 18 in the clipAin`t no gang bang he don`t even set tripGrew up on koolaid,potatos,and chipsWhy playa hate when you know we legitBank account fat and they riding the dickWe you need dough ask ya dad for the shit 20`s and 10`s like you shopping for bricksGot to payback all the cheese he done spentStudio time and the whole rest for rent(Crunchy Blac)Juiceman I heard it`s some niggas dissinBut If they keep on dissin,then they momma gonna miss themThis ain`t no game nigga,here`s my fuckin opostionMan I`m gettin tired of yall niggas actin just like bitchesand we go ride out(MC Mack)Them bitches always ask me why do I call myself the MackIs it because of those ho`s I done brokeor is it the way my cheese just stackedBut never the less it`s time to wreck and checkthis buster that`s livin out of stateThat`s dwelling in by ways of MemphisContaplate you must be fake Playa hate to the first degree You downing some niggas who down with meSee salt mouth snails not M-town playasThe Killa Klan Kaze go watch you bleedSo play me like a ho and a nigga like Mack Go stang ya stashWhen that bitch nigga call me outI`m empting my clip off in his assSo hold ya breath,nigga is you downmy pimping is thicker than the shit you talkPredestined to burn enternaly in hell contrastby the way ya ass done walkMC mother fucking MackMy Killa Klan Kaze be having my backThe Triple 6 Mafia ready to jackSo get the next nigga clothes off ya back(Koopsta Knicca)So many days,them niggas layed and prayed in 12 waysUp on top of graves,resting place for heaven sake a soul to takeStraight thru the woods,deep in them hoods you find no goodOnly bitches and other niggas rise in the momentSo run them off the road before the gold hit ya headlightIt`s silent night,deadly night and guess who the sacrficeThe signs of a Luntaic Koopsta can`t take that shitMake my brain and mind splitIt`s something like a cruicfix(Lord Infamous Da Scarecrow)And I wish one of these punk ass niggaswould step up to the ScarecrowBeat a ho,fuck a nigga up slow,cut his throatPuffin on the endow,throw him thru window with bloody clothesFull with bullet holesLil dope heads can`t hang but they gang bangsnd they slangin and the rangin Maintaining insane is how meanace remainJust listen to the mother fucking rain Wash ya blood down the drain Bitch if ya itchin round me don`t scratchCause I`ll pull out the ?Cut off ya nut sacsFuckin with the devil maskDrop you into a batchNiggas ain`t no matchGet drilled out where they at Nigga better stick with smoking potCause the shit slipping in his snot Make him feel kinda hotGonna end up in a burial plotMake me pull out the glockAnd pop pop nigga get popChorus: x2(DJ Paul)Another nigga car,Another nigga clothesNiggas be flodging on these videos But watch when that true gun fold

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