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 put put your (??) in the van
 And we gone spray in your life
 You fuckin' with the wrong click
 The 44 just got clicked
 I hope you listen to me
 (Is, is my sounds that be turnin' niggas into killers)
 Cause nigga creepin' up to shit, bitch

 hear here mr. mr. nigga creep I got to make my stays
 Think those niggas on the trek
 They just don't know what got arranged
 This shit is strange motherfucker
 It's my speed personalities
 Leavin bodies torn up just like the red barron sea
 Crack needs makin' blood gush
 Into blood pools
 It don't bother me because i specialize on killin' fools
 Open up my crazy house
 Can't you see my mind's gone
 Let me kick my light switch
 Oh shit, bloods blown

 Chorus x2

 Yeah, god damn it ya'll know who brought up this motherfucking shit
 DJ motherfuckin' Paul
 I got my nigga nigga
 Creepin this motherfucker hard
 Prophet motherfuckin' posse
 Turn the motherfuckin' head biatch
 You all know the motherfuckers gone be in this thang
 The 9-1-11-79-8
 It all look shit
 Tearin' theis motherfuckin shit off, tearin the club
 Niggga motherfucker fight
 Bring a motherucker (??)
 The whole motherfuckin' 9 hoe

 Black mother fucker prophet posse my nigga
 (Prophet pro-prophet pro-prophet posse my nigga) x7
 (Is, is my sounds that be turnin' niggas into killers) x9