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