That power can change alot of these niggas
 They step on alot of toes,up that way up the ladder
 But they don't,they forget what goes up gotta come down

 (DJ Paul)
 But all that's go change
 1997 Prophet Posse
 You know what I'm sayin
 Loved by few,hated by many
 We in the motherfucking house
 We can't be stopped
 You can get dealt with at the end though
 It's all good

 (Lord Infamous Da Scarecrow)
 You better bring dangerous toys
 My nigga!!!!!!!!!!!!

 (DJ Paul)
 If you wanna play with mafia boys
 Ya'll know where we located
 We ain't hard to find
 We nation motherfucking wide
 Bitch

 (Lord Infamous)
 We love the M and we ain't tryin to leave it
 For no nigga,nobody

 (DJ Paul)
 Staying real to it
 Representin to the fullest!!!!!!!!

 (DJ Paul the Killa Man)
 You ain't no real Black Haven nigga
 Finger facin forward but you ain't the one to trigger
 Even if you figured you was a bit bigger
 Thank you all that but ain't got a glove made of glitter
 Nigga when we see ya we go test ya ass
 Bomb rushin to the curb and we go bless ya ass
 Me and Chris in the burban trying to catch ya ass
 It's all good find reasons and we go set ya ass up
 Pitcure me purchasing ya tape cover wasn't good enough
 Don't like the scene is just like calling bluff
 Much as we try to keep it cool
 They all behind the back of me and my crew
 Glocks and Techs with the vest we be getting it on
 And we ain't gonna stop untill the early morn
 So stop trading with this shit and get ya on
 3-6 Mafia,Killa Man I'm gone

 (Juicy J)
 Who is that fool who be talking that shit
 Sayin he down,but he diss Triple Six
 If that bitch step he go get his wig split
 Blast smiff-n-wession 18 in the clip
 Ain't no gang bang he don't even set trip
 Grew up on koolaid,potatos,and chips
 Why playa hate when you know we legit
 Bank account fat and they riding the dick
 We you need dough ask ya dad for the shit
 20's and 10's like you shopping for bricks
 Got to payback all the cheese he done spent
 Studio time and the whole rest for rent

 (Crunchy Blac)
 Juiceman I heard it's some niggas dissin
 But If they keep on dissin,then they momma gonna miss them
 This ain't no game nigga,here's my fuckin opostion
 Man I'm gettin tired of yall niggas actin just like bitches
 and we go ride out

 (MC Mack)
 Them bitches always ask me why do I call myself the Mack
 Is it because of those ho's I done broke
 or is it the way my cheese just stacked
 But never the less it's time to wreck and check
 this buster that's livin out of state
 That's dwelling in by ways of Memphis
 Contaplate you must be fake
 Playa hate to the first degree
 You downing some niggas who down with me
 See salt mouth snails not M-town playas
 The Killa Klan Kaze go watch you bleed
 So play me like a ho and a nigga like Mack
 Go stang ya stash
 When that bitch nigga call me out
 I'm empting my clip off in his ass
 So hold ya breath,nigga is you down
 my pimping is thicker than the shit you talk
 Predestined to burn enternaly in hell contrast
 by the way ya ass done walk
 MC mother fucking Mack
 My Killa Klan Kaze be having my back
 The Triple 6 Mafia ready to jack
 So get the next nigga clothes off ya back

 (Koopsta Knicca)
 So many days,them niggas layed and prayed in 12 ways
 Up on top of graves,resting place for heaven sake a soul to take
 Straight thru the woods,deep in them hoods you find no good
 Only bitches and other niggas rise in the moment
 So run them off the road before the gold hit ya headlight
 It's silent night,deadly night and guess who the sacrfice
 The signs of a Luntaic
 Koopsta can't take that shit
 Make my brain and mind split
 It's something like a cruicfix

 (Lord Infamous Da Scarecrow)
 And I wish one of these punk ass niggas
 would step up to the Scarecrow
 Beat a ho,fuck a nigga up slow,cut his throat
 Puffin on the endow,throw him thru window with bloody clothes
 Full with bullet holes
 Lil dope heads can't hang but they gang bang
 snd they slangin and the rangin
 Maintaining insane is how meanace remain
 Just listen to the mother fucking rain
 Wash ya blood down the drain
 Bitch if ya itchin round me don't scratch
 Cause I'll pull out the ?
 Cut off ya nut sacs
 Fuckin with the devil mask
 Drop you into a batch
 Niggas ain't no match
 Get drilled out where they at
 Nigga better stick with smoking pot
 Cause the shit slipping in his snot
 Make him feel kinda hot
 Gonna end up in a burial plot
 Make me pull out the glock
 And pop pop nigga get pop

 Chorus: x2
 (DJ Paul)
 Another nigga car,Another nigga clothes
 Niggas be flodging on these videos
 But watch when that true gun fold