Chorus x3

Black motherfucker

Prophet posse my nigga

Give that 45 (when the stereo'pumpin')

Black motherfucker

Prophet posse my nigga

Is, is my sounds that be turnin't niggas into killers

I kill kill kill

(Prophet posse my nigga)

I murder murder murder

Hatas in my face

Watch a nnigga hurt a

40 40 cal i pull out my big pocket

(Prophet posse my nigga)

I grab you by your neck

I pull it out of socket

Rang range range

(Prophet posse my nigga)

Wowa wowa wowa

Give him this fuckin' tax

Police pull me over

But I blast on them hoes

Cause I'm too fuckin' dangerous

(Prophet posse my nigga)

(Is, is if my sounds that be turnin' niggas into kilers)

Get with the posse

I thought you hoes could hang with us

Killin' up you bitches is an easy task

You fools can't last

I'm bulletproof with mouse on that ass, I dash

Through your mutherfucking crib

Soon as I find where you live

Flashlights in your face

Robbery or murder case

Roaming throught the motherfucking black a paneria

Prophet is my posse I doubt you seem so scarier

Plan to talk shit 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 killers

As soon as we step on the stage

Before I grab the fuckin' mic

I got the (??)

I turn this up in the heart

No need for somebody got

I got the shit in control

Even when a riot start

We bout' to turn off the light

We bout' to hit you with might

We pu