Letras
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 put put your (??) in the van
And we gone spray in your life
You fuckin' with the wrong click
The 44 just got clicked