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Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Prophet Posse, the Posse,

Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Prophet Posse, the Posse,

It's time
Lord Infamous'
It just ain't
My actions are even shocking and dockin'

murder between Kane and Abel
So 'em up
Everybody catch the
I come from the city of Memphis
It's a rowdy

Well it's time for Prophets, ain't no turning trick
Ah, you fucked up with the kind
boo, bitch comin' at yo ass
Takin' 97 this Mrs. Gangsta, bitch
Married to damn Prophet shit

Watch, how I pull bitches
And you know the blastin' teflon's hit yo' feelin's
Nigga, be damned if I'm gon' miss you
Gaurds of task, so you best
'Cause the Prophets are sprayin' motherfuckin' gats when I
When I blast, them niggas on back

Excuse me sir, can I get that or that drivers' license?
I need some two scoops but not the of the wisest
Nicest, the feel of my body conset like Tyson
them dices, killin' my brain cells
But fuck it, we sacrificin' that shit

Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse,

Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Posse, the Posse, bitch

It's that nigga that you love to
in the north
Is where I stay, the one Juicy J
I fold ya dogs an you away

And get real high to this hear
Buck as hell is how we act
The Prophet is on the attack
So what you haters watch back

There's no game that play
your bullshit niggas
Say, what your say
But a will kill you

If you
Then nigga feel me
And I dwell in
a nigga like, feel me

Some of these on that doe
Some of these on that hay
What you say, you say, hoe
Negro Indo them swishers daily

incredible, incredible from the car
To the in the motherfuckin' ghetto
Cheefin' in a
When I'm kickin' a line, I rhyme, god damn time

that come to me [unverified] attention
Brothers and Prophet, the
'Cause the Killa Roc and never stoppin' in a Viper
that like to be droppin'
(Droppin')

Juicy the two nine, Paul with the forty
Motherfuckers on a paperchas,
Killa from Three 6, K-Roc, don't
Don't play me baby

We makin' moves in this rap like a magician
A legion of niggas on a mission
For paper, project, my lyrics tight a virgin
My lips the mic, cause they get hype
I'm cussin'

Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Posse, the Posse, bitch
Prophet Posse, the Posse,
Prophet Posse, the Posse,