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Correct Body Parts (Prophet Posse) Lyrics
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Three 6 Mafia
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Correct Body Parts (Prophet Posse)
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[K Roc ] Hoe, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me Throw a chump And run a man through da crowd He gonna give me sumthin Brap Rap my niggas And step em when K- Rocin Don't fuck with this, see See if you wit me If you wit me Mon We buck em down We buck em down Only one Comin out of that back door Slangin my yae-o Rollin on them po-poes Dropin that viper Smokin that indo Makin that bank roll Stupid ass bithes Don't you know Killa Klan Kaze playas makin them profits Hoe [Mc Mac] Chillin down on the lower level Waitin for my time to come With this fool A million styles Maybe I just might make bond Release me on my own ???? Bak on the streets With no employment No doubt Without no cheese up in my pocket Tell me how can I have enjoyment Throughout my life Say mo shit Knowin mc Mac don't love no bitch Because if I loved them I can't trust em Breakin this rocks gonna make me rich The Kaze My Klan My click Must buck Cuz theres no testin us Pop em and drop em Lock em and top em All up in my trunk [M Child] Dynamite I'm tossin Hatas crossin Its da end bitch You runnin into bullet proof Hoe, we still da Triple 6 Prophet to da P Earsin niggas that wanna skrive With flows of horror I'm droppin like Steven Speilberg Deep into da mound Aint nuttin but killas up in da dark I'm creepin with the hatchet With slicin bodyparts in da park Moon full of blood Could it be another Jeffrey Dahmer I'm sneakin And creepin And blowin up shit like da Una Bomber Bitch [Indo G] Rollin wit da devil on da level Dig yo ditch Bitch Hitch Wit da hi-ka On da mi-ka I'll make youre ass wish Hicorky Dickory Dock Ass I pull out my glock And I'm ready to pop On de bitch Sissy muthafucka Brinin da ruckus I'm brining my niggas because we don't stop this shit Yea do Triple 6 Brang it real Real Mutafuka down to pack a steal Still I fuk a fly I pac a real Real on da mic Like Evander Holyfeild [Crunchy Black] Theres no cries in my life Theres no game that I would play Some people say that if you play a game Then man you get em played Back on you I thought you knew You shouldn't have neva dissed this click The 3 6 Mafia We popin Slugs That got you bitches sick [Koopsta Knicca] I've neva be brothin Koopsta stands out from the niggas Who thinkin they hard I flow up to star Bust in like you da boss Kaze got my back Now watch how quickly I react wit that Boom boom boom Nigga Rat-tat-tat-tat Juicy, Paul, and Scarecrow Are rollin in that bucket low And they causin some static So they reached and grabbed them 44s Fuckin wit my nigga Black Hes stackin Plus his pimpin Got real on da peal Hoes gonna feel me [Lord Infamous] Shut the fuck up bitch Its Infamous Youre ass betta not scream Don't make me hafta wipe Urer muthafuckin brains off my sheets I'm gonna burn you Watch you burning Like my bad dreams Give you to da beast in the pit of hades Thunder rolls Stormy black clouds I stole the 7th seal Then the angel cried That's Scarecrow I love you I wanna bang with you forever But you too evil though We gonna give you to the devil [Gangsta Boo] Whats up do you wanna come against me Do you wanna get ure ass earsed off the m-a-p Devils daughter comin out Nigga betta watch out Because you got the queen of sins Nigga I'm gonna turn it out Comin to you mean Because its in me to fuck you up Listen here dude Its a ride So just buckle up Smokin on a fuckin blunts Till my minds about to blow Motherfuck the universe Because we brought you da end, hoe [Juicy J] First I want to grab a nigga by his neck Drag em to my fuckin set Take the nigga blow And his cheese And them cigarettes Put my gun up to his nose Tie em up form head to toe Take the bitch to Evergreen Throw em in da bayou Call my niggas D and Blue Project Pat yall know what to do Creep through the streets With them thangs Blast on any fool Triple 6 killas In this motherfucker runnin shit If you wanna playa hate the click Then you done with [Gangsta Blac] Gotta keep my head up No need for me to stop it Get stuck So ruck wit luck As to rollin Because Gansta Blac can't get fucked Look fool we creepin on Ken From Martin Luther and we wit me Aint nuttin but Prophet and thugs And S-P-Vs all up in me Rimie sippin While trippin While rippin coners wit Juice Women rippin While dippin And aint no stoppin this dude So if yo bank aint on swoll Aint no stoppin the Prophet That's who was straight for the eight And look who in it and out it Nigga [Dj Paul] Look in da eyes of a mad man Shoot em in the head man Level on dat coco Playa stata calla Da balla Killa Man Fill the man with slugs When I'm full of drugs Trust I'm on ya fool Drug and a fuck em up Can't stand In the first round fool Down and what you learned to do But you aint got the right tools Clowin on ure new C. D. Now hoe tell me what that proved I aint seen shit new Check ya bunch of bodies out of film Hoe The Prophet Posse let ya live We'll kill ya next year Chorusx4 Kill em And robb em And beat em And dump all they bodyparts into my trunk Whoop Whoop All the niggas that was in da shit Just diss niggas and give shouts out to they hoods
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