Juicy J - Turn Into k**az lyrics

[Chorus: Samples x3] Black motherf**er Prophet posse my n***a Give that 45 (when the stereo'pumpin') Black motherf**er Prophet posse my n***a Is, is it my sounds that be turnin' n***as into k**ers? I k** k** k** (Prophet posse my n***a) I murder murder murder Hatas in my face Watch a nn***a hurt a 40 40 cal i pull out my big pocket (Prophet posse my n***a) I grab you by your neck I pull it out of socket Rang range range (Prophet posse my n***a) Wowa wowa wowa Give him this f**in' tax Police pull me over But I blast on them hoes Cause I'm too f**in' dangerous (Prophet posse my n***a) (Is, is if my sounds that be turnin' n***as into kilers) Get with the posse I thought you hoes could hang with us k**in' up you b**hes is an easy task You fools can't last I'm bulletproof with mouse on that a**, I dash Through your mutherf**ing crib Soon as I find where you live Flashlights in your face Robbery or murder case Roaming throught the motherf**ing black a paneria Prophet is my posse I doubt you seem so scarier Plan to talk sh** 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 k**ers As soon as we step on the stage Before I grab the f**in' mic I got the (??) I turn this up in the heart No need for somebody got I got the sh** 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 f**in' with the wrong click The 44 just got clicked I hope you listen to me (Is, is my sounds that be turnin' n***as into k**ers) Cause n***a creepin' up to sh**, b**h Hear here mr. mr. n***a creep I got to make my stays Think those n***as on the trek They just don't know what got arranged This sh** is strange motherf**er 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 k**in' fools Open up my crazy house Can't you see my mind's gone Let me kick my light switch Oh sh**, bloods blown Chorus x2 Yeah, god damn it ya'll know who brought up this motherf**ing sh** DJ motherf**in' Paul I got my n***a n***a Creepin this motherf**er hard Prophet motherf**in' posse Turn the motherf**in' head b*atch You all know the motherf**ers gone be in this thang The 9-1-11-79-8 It all look sh** Tearin' theis motherf**in sh** off, tearin the club n**ga motherf**er fight Bring a motherucker (??) The whole motherf**in' 9 hoe Black mother f**er prophet posse my n***a (Prophet pro-prophet pro-prophet posse my n***a) x7 (Is, is my sounds that be turnin' n***as into k**ers) x9