K-Rock - Prophet Posse lyrics

Chorus x8 Prophet Posse, the Posse b**h (Scarecrow) It's mafia time Lord Infamous' mind It just ain't stable My actions are even more shocking and dockin' Than murder between Kane and Abel So stick 'em up Everybody catch the ground Cause I come from the city of Memphis It's a rowdy town (Gangsta Boo) Well it's time for them Prophets Ain't no turning trick Ah, you f**ed up with the wrong kind Ghetto Boo b**h Comin' at yo a** Takin' over 97 this Mrs. Gangsta b**h Married to this damn Prophet sh** (Scanman) Watch how I pull these b**hes And you know the scareman's blastin' teflon's hit yo' feelin's n***a, I'll be damned if I'm gon' miss you Gaurds of task, so you best react Cause the Prophets are sprayin' motherf**in' gats when I blast When I blast Them n***as on they back (DJ Paul) Excuse me sir Can I get that card or that drivers' license I need some two scoops But not the raisin' of the wisest Nicest, the feel of my body gets conset like Tyson Roll them dices k**in' my brain cells But f** it We sacrificin' blow that sh** Chorus x7 (Juicy J) It's that n***a that you love to hate Deep in the north Is where I stay, the one notorious Juicy J I fold ya dogs an chop you away And get real high to this hear track Buck wild as hell is how we act The Prophet Posse is on the attack So what you haters watch your back (Crunchy Black) There's no game that I'll play With your bullsh** n***as Say what your ganna say But a n***a will k** you If you disrespect Then n***a you'll feel me And I dwell in hell Catch a n***a like, feel me (Indo G) Some of these n***as on that doe Some of these n***as on that hay What you say, what you say ho Negro Indo crackin' them swishers daily It's incredible, incredible, from the car To the block in the motherf**in' ghetto Cheefin' in a meadow When I'm kickin' a line, I rhyme, every god damn time (K-Rock) n***as that come to me (??) attention Brothers and Prophet the Posse Cause the k**a Roc and never stoppin' roll in a Viper n***as that like to be droppin' (droppin') Juicy with the two nine, Paul with the forty Motherf**ers on a paperchas, yeah k**a from Three 6, K-Roc don't play Don't play with me baby (Project Pat) We makn' moves in this rap industry Like a magician A legion of neighborhood n***as on a mission For paper, project, my lyrics tight Like a virgin My lips ignite the mic, cause they get hype When I'm cussin' Chorus x5