(DJ Paul)   Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka   Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe   Three 6 mafia, M-Child   A whole bunch of mothafuckas   And ready to do this shit   You wanna fuck a hoe   Then Wait until you're back   When the war's gone bitch   You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas   Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7   Once again, it's on   Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch   Woow, woow, woow woow woow woo   (DJ Paul)   Now when they comes to the hood   I be like black in my zone   Now when it comes to parts of the body   I got more (??)   In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'   And people callin' it green   That smoke how much I like it   Again it's up to him   I need to let some shots off   And Dj Paul with Teflon also take that bulletproof off   But when they jump, I pump   To put some murderin' punks   And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk   Scarecrow   Play   I'ma terror from The End   I'll watch that body explode   If they retaliate I blast   I think about you won't find them bloody clothes   Kill 'em though   Don't you know   I want to get rid of those faked up hoes   It's the city of Memphis   Watch me witness how this nigga unload   Rage make me regularly, force me blood   I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge   I'm nuts   You got no crips   You got no heart   you niggas from the start   I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts   (Gangsta Boo)   Wussup mista trick   Do you wanna get with this   Pimp type ass bitch down with the Triple 6   My Lexus trunk or Viper   Prophet Posse nothin' nicer   In this fuckin' body parts through the air   Cause we come to get it crunk   Several bodies in my trunk   Never denyin', always highin'   Fuck you playa hatin punks   Always stayin' on the top   Look at the Billboard Charts   Prophet Posse takin' over   Nigga now we got you high   (M-Child)   I don't know you   Why the fuck you all in my grill   I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, stay so so trill   You ain't no killa   My niggas leave a schedule   Go to sleep   Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you caustious of me   Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who comin'   Throwin' 5 billion (??)   While your bitch ass runnin'   We be the Prophet definition meanin' click so tight   M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out every night, BITCH!!!!   (Juicy J)   I met this fool last week   Who said he slangin' double keys   Also had a group of bustin' all tall and some like, green ink   What you think   I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree   So I drove a low key car   Tryin' to fool the streets   Curve after curve   I return tryin' not to swerve   Knowin' by the hour I be chippin' up my bag of herbs   (??) herb AK's all kinds a guns   Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run   (Scanman)   Please don't test these murderers   Slugs I will pump at your gut   Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze   I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk   Let's go ride then play a game   What's the game   The game of names   Now which, which one would you choose   Which ever you choose you lose, you lose   (Droopy Drew Dog)   First Time on the maximum, don't be a trick   To see them hatas talk shit but they don't know the deal   Dope sella   BHZ's where I dwell-ah   They looked into the barrel of my chin black Barretta   Ratta Tatta is all you heard   To see you niggas comin' up   In the (???)   But watch the game   Cause you don't got no friends   Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end   (Crunchy Blac)   Check this here   Niggas will, rob and steal, mob and kill   And it feel   They don't feel   What I feel, then I fill   Them buck will   Bullet lead two to the head   Then I lay them in graves   That I dig   Just for them   Yes it is   (Project Pat)   Slammin' bones, throwin' leaks   Puttin' bitches in there clicks   Kaze in this motherfuck   Down we Prophet click   Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas   Mossberg slug to your grill   You can feel this   Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me   Project Pat is down   But ain't no fuckin' damn fool   We ridin' drinkin' dankin' bodies stankin' I can smell them well   And if the police pull us over   I'm the first to bail   (Indo G)   Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches   That thinkin' that all of us is red instead   While I drop this track   I flack (??) I'm straight from very bone   To the motherfucka filin' out   I'm the first   See Triple 6, It's on   Bitch every mud up in a source bone   I don't wanna kill a motha, betta get a motherfucker for talkin' that    shit   Huh, I don't wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker for    crossin' my click bitch   Boogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brains   On the motherfuckin' wood grain nigga   Pullin' the trigga like uhh die nigga uhh die nigga   (K Roc)   Motherfucker   K Roc I dump but what I see in my trunk   See me after Killa Klan   Seein' that K Roc solo burn   Makin' up in my green   Prophet Posse my niggas   Gimme that forty glock    In my (??) pullin' that trigga   I see traitors lookin' at playa hatas   Fakin' while we blast our gat   I don't know where you're at   But hata I better witness a (??)   If a nigga don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car   To that ditch   I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk