Dj Paul - Hypnotize Minds/Profit Posse lyrics
[Intro/Talking] {DJ Paul} Ah yeah, the scariest motherf**ing Klan In the motherf**ing land, who run this? The good, the bad, the motherf**ing ugly It's Prophet Posse n***a, who up in this motherf**er? {Lord Infamous} You got Lord Infamous da Scarecrow, Keyser Soze {MC Mack} Yeah yeah n***a MC motherf**ing Mack for life k**a Klan fear no man b**h {Scan Man} Scan f**ing Man b**h {Crunchy Black} Crunchy motherf**ing Black up in this b**h right here {Juicy J} Juice man up in this motherf**er Take you all to the motherf**ing floor hoe {DJ Paul} Project Pat, Koopsta Knicca The motherf**ing Tear da Club up Thugs Gangsta Boo, Indo G, its on You motherf**ing hooooooooooooooooooe!!!! [Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca] Get down, shut the f** up b**hes don't make a sound Body found on the ground Don't f** with mentally rounds I'm taking the p**y from these trizicks So you mess with any of these Cause I can afford To go back an order take the four door To help me kick this sh** Trizick don't forget Foe I spit in your face Putting this in they credit Man f** them goddamn b**hes Yeah and that's not all Your bound to fall Put my hand on the wall Break it down y'all motherf**ing law dealers And you know the Mafi face in the Posse y'all [Verse 2: Crunchy Black] Got my mug on my face Ready to quickly erase One of y'all haters done lost your taste One of y'all n***as done lost your faith Yes I hate when you hate Yes I love when you love But I'll put a hole in you Leave you laying in a puddle of blood [Verse 3: MC Mack (of k**a Klan Kaze)] n***a look at all the sh** that I done done Look at all the sh** that we been thru Reminiscence on hoes that I have broke And thinking of them loose things I would do I be the MC Mack for life matter fact Im standing on my own to stack Them G's and making loot Gotta flip them dollars Sometimes we clone Going on up come in our place y'all We southern Knowing that always brings you down No matter how much I rap about haters Need to just like me turns the frowns I'm bound to break it on down Like a quarter pound n***a Take heed to the sh** I speak k**a Klan Kaze, Tear da Club up Thugs We on the frequent trick to sleep k**a Klan [Verse 4: Scan Man (of k**a Klan Kaze)] Come out that n***a Kamikaze dwelling in my soul Crazy is the Scan Man But you n***as just don't hear me though Devil sh** is what I do Man I just don't give a f** Trick us with that sh**ty mic You hoes can catch a f**ing slug Kicking it's the Scan Man Now I'm kicking like a motherf**ing murder man Dropping b**hes in my stance We heard that f**ing nine blast Evil be this Posse crew Cause we have no L-O-V So we watch you burn in our pits [Verse 5: Lord Infamous] They always ask me "Do you worship the devil?" And some of the times I think they see the horns on my head Why must you even question what I believe in, silly mortal? You test the third most powerful force in the galaxy Shake ya dreads Your very essence burnt your soul And you ask me do I worship that b**h im Keyser Soze, I believe I hate you worse than that Wish I could let every nuclear missile take an unknown course Let the man with trumpets and the horns feel my evil force [Verse 6: DJ Paul] Look into the eyes of a mad man Shoot him in the head man Loco on that cocoa plex Saw them all and called the k**a Man Shoot 'em now its us When I'm full of d** And I dare the b**h co*k 'em up Load your Cutla** up With your f**ing click Busting on you hoes sipping gatorade Hennessy My entourage be straight from hypnotized Tennessee f** with me, double casualty Turn to catastrophes, your lacking these k**ers backing me up in my faculty [Verse 7: Project Pat] Its gangsta its gangsta Weak n***as perpetrating Thug roles broke Willy punk hoes Staring at the snug nose Barrel I say motherf** those Lames get you slugged hoes When you slip b**h Should have been on your tip toes Watching out for the enemy Violator don't say sh** to me Eyes tighter than a Chinese From this Hennessy murder me If you get the first ups on your trigger n***a [Verse 8: Juicy J] I stand by myself When it come to handling business Them thangs on the shelf And I'm drunk to keep me spinning And when a n***a start Best believe the Juice gon finish I feel like Jeffery Dahmer Chopping bodies in the kitchen I walk around I'm in a f**ing daze like a k**er With a .357 to my head (squeeze the trigger n***a) Not saying that I wanna k** myself On the for realer Had eighty-two weeks And I'm looking like the thriller [Outro: Prophet Posse] Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse {talking, screaming, yelling, and howling till fade}