Music Video

Prophet Posse
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia
Performer
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Programming
Juicy J
Juicy J
Programming
Slicse Tee
Slicse Tee
Programming
EZ Rock
EZ Rock
Programming
Steve Pitts
Steve Pitts
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
P. Beauregard
P. Beauregard
Composer
J.Houston
J.Houston
Composer
Patrick Houston
Patrick Houston
Lyrics
M.Henderson
M.Henderson
Composer
L. Mitchell
L. Mitchell
Composer
R. Dunigan
R. Dunigan
Lyrics
D. Carlton
D. Carlton
Composer
T. Tools
T. Tools
Composer
Christian Burns
Christian Burns
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Executive Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch 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 Well it's time for them Prophets, ain't no turning trick Ah, you fucked up with the wrong kind Ghetto boo, bitch comin' at yo ass Takin' over 97 this Mrs. Gangsta, bitch Married to this damn Prophet shit Watch, how I pull these bitches And you know the scareman's blastin' teflon's hit yo' feelin's Nigga, I'll be damned if I'm gon' miss you Gaurds of task, so you best react 'Cause the Prophets are sprayin' motherfuckin' gats when I blast When I blast, them niggas on they back 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, killin' my brain cells But fuck it, we sacrificin' blow that shit Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch It's that nigga 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 There's no game that I'll play With your bullshit niggas Say, what your ganna say But a nigga will kill you If you disrespect Then nigga you'll feel me And I dwell in hell Catch a nigga like, feel me Some of these niggas on that doe Some of these niggas on that hay What you say, what you say, hoe Negro Indo crackin' them swishers daily It's incredible, incredible from the car To the block in the motherfuckin' ghetto Cheefin' in a meadow When I'm kickin' a line, I rhyme, every god damn time Niggas that come to me attention Brothers and Prophet, the Posse 'Cause the Killa Roc and never stoppin' roll in a Viper Niggas that like to be droppin' (Droppin') Juicy with the two nine, Paul with the forty Motherfuckers on a paperchas, yeah Killa from Three 6, K-Roc, don't play Don't play with me baby We makin' moves in this rap industry like a magician A legion of neighborhood niggas 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' Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch
Writer(s): Paul D. Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Robert Cooper, M Henderson, Tony Butler, Paul Duane Beauregard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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