Yeah, we back up in this mothaf**ka Prophet motherf**kin` Posse hoe
Three 6 Mafia, M-Child a whole bunch of mothaf**kas
And ready to do this s**t you wanna f**k a hoe
Then wait until you`re back when the war`s gone bitch

You better recognize you motherf**kin` suckas
Thinkin` that I`m for the 9-7 once again, it`s on
Bout to pull yo` motherf**kin` ass in bitch
Woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woo

Now when they comes to the hood, I be like black haven zone
And when it comes to parts of the body, I got more than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin`
Them people callin` it green that smoke how much I like it

Again it`s up to him I need to let some shots off
It`s DJ Paul with Teflon so take that bulletproof off
When they jump, I pump to put some murderin` punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk

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 ni**a 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 crisp, you got no heart
You ni**as front from the start
I want to fill my f**king backyard with your bodyparts

Wuss up 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 f**kin` body parts through the air `cause we come to get it crunk

Several bodies in my trunk never denyin`
Always high, and f**k you playa hatin` punks
Always stayin` on the top look at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse takin` over ni**a now we got you high

I don`t know you why the f**k you all in my grill
I`m stackin` buck on you ni**as, sayin` you so so trill
You ain`t no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep
Sleepin` with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me

Me and about 80 mo` motherf**kas who comin`
4 and 5 vans deep while your bitch ass runnin`
We be the Prophet, devilish, and meanin` click so tight
M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin` out every night, bitch

I met this dude last week who said he slangin` double keys
Also had a hook up on some tall and some light 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`ll be choppin` up my bag of herbs
Plus a pure herb, AK`s, all kinds a guns
`Till the ni**a pulled his car to the side and stopped the run

Please don`t test these murderers slugs I will pump in to 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
Whichever you choose you lose, you lose

First time on the maximum, don`t be a trick
To see them hats talk s**t but they don`t know the deal
Dope sella BHZ`s where I dwell-ah
They looked into the barrel of my jet black Barretta

Ratta, tatta, is all you heard
To see you ni**as comin` up in the [unverified]
But watch the game `cause you don`t got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end

Check this here ni**a will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they don`t feel what I feel, then I fill
Them up with bullet lead, two to the head
Then I lay them in graves that I dig just for them, yes it is

Slammin` bones, throwin` licks, puttin` bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherf**k down with Prophet click
Clack, boom, doom, for you hats 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 f**kin` damn fool we
Ridin`, drinkin`, dankin`, bodies stankin`, I can smell it well
And if them police pull us over I`m the first to bail

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 ready, I`m straight from very bone
To the motherf**ka fall out on the floor see Triple 6, it`s on

Bitch every mud up in a source bone
I don`t wanna kill a motherf**ker, betta get a motherf**ker
For talkin` that s**t, uh, I don`t wanna kill a motherf**ker
Betta get a motherf**ker for crossin` my click, bitch

Boogety boogety bang bang, ni**a blew your brains
On the motherf**kin` wood grain ni**a
Pullin` the trigga like uh die ni**a, uh die ni**a

Motherf**ker I`m K Roc, I dump the bodyparts into my trunk
See me after Killa Klan, seein` that K Roc solo burn
Makin` up in my green, Prophet Posse my ni**a
Gimme that forty glock and I`ma jump, pullin` the trigger

I see traitors lookin` at playa hats fakin` while we blast our gat
I don`t know where you`re at hey boy, I better witness a [unverified]
If a ni**a don`t believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch, I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk