Body Parts

Lyrics

[Verse 1: K-Rock] Ho, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me Throw a jump and run a man through da crowd man you know gimme sumthin - brrrap, bap My niggas don't stoppin' with da K-Rock rockin', don't fuck with dis shit Say if you with me, say if you with me, mon We buck 'em down, we buck 'em down, only one Comin' up out that back door Slangin' my yayo, roll on them po-po's Jump in that Viper, smokin' that indo Makin' that bankroll, stupid ass bitches don't you know Killa Klan Kaze playas gon' make them goddamn profits, ho [Verse 2: MC Mack] Chillin' down on lower level, waitin' for my time to come With this fool a million styles or maybe I just might make bond Releasin' me on my own recognizance back on the streets with no employment Without no cheese up in my pocket, tell me how can I have enjoyment? Throughout my life, say mo shit, knowin' MC Mack don't love no bitch Because if I loved them I can't trust em, breakin' these broads gonna make me rich The Kaze, my Klan is my click, must buck cuz there's no testin' us Pop 'em and drop 'em, lock 'em and top 'em all up in my trunk [Verse 3: M-Child] Dynamite I'm tossin', haters crossin', it's the end bitch You run into bullet proof, ho we still da Triple 6 Prophet to da P, erasin' niggas that wanna splurge With flows of horror I'm droppin like Steven Spielberg Deep into da mound ain't nothin' 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 [Verse 4: Indo G] Rollin' wit da devil on dat level, dig yo ditch, bitch Hitch with da hiker on da mic, I'll make yo ass wish Hickory Dickory Dock as I pull out my Glock and I'm ready to pop on the bitch Sissy muthafucka for bringin' da ruckus, I'm bringing my niggas because we gon' stop this shit Yeah, da Triple 6 brang it real Real, a mothafucka gonna pack the steel Still I fuck a Fly, I pack a real Real on da mic like Evander Holyfield [Verse 5: Crunchy Black] There's no Christ in my life, there's no game that I would play Some people say that if you play a game then mane you get 'em played Back on you, I thought you knew you should have never dissed this click The Three 6 Mafia, we poppin' slugs and got you bitches sick [Verse 6: Koopsta Knicca] I'll never be barred, me Koopsta stands out from them niggas who thinkin' they hard Till I flow up to da star, bust in like you da boss Kaze got my back, wow watch how quickly I react With that boom-boom-boom nigga, rat-tat-tat-tat-tat Juicy, Paul and Scarecrow are rollin' in that bucket low Then they cause some static so they reached and grabbed them 44's Fuckin' with my nigga Black, he's stackin' plus he pimpin' Got deals on dat P, hoes gonna feel me [Verse 7: Lord Infamous] Shut the fuck up bitch, it's Infamous, your ass better not scream Don't make me have to wipe your muthafuckin brains off my sheets I'm gonna burn you, watch you burning, nightmare, bad dreams Give you to da beast in the pit of Hades Thunder roar, stormy black clouds I stole the seventh seal then angel cried out "Scarecrow, I love you, I wanna be with you forever You too evil though - we gonna give you to the devil!" [Verse 8: Gangsta Boo] Whats up, do you wanna come against me? Do you wanna get your ass erased off the m-a-p? Devil Daughter's comin' out, nigga better watch out Because you got the queen of sins, nigga I'ma turn it out Comin' to you mean because it's in me to fuck you up Listen here dude, it's 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, ho [Verse 9: 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 him up from head to toe Take the bitch to EverGreen Throw him in da bayou Call my niggas D and Blue Project Pat - y'all 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 [Verse 10: Gangsta Blac] Gotta keep my head up, no need for me to stop and get stuck So ruck wit luck as to rollin' because Gangsta Blac can't get fucked [?] creepin' on kin but Martin Luther ain't with me Ain't nothin' but Prophet and thugs and S-P-V's all up in me Remy sippin' while trippin' while rippin' corners wit Juice Women rippin' while dippin' and ain't no stoppin this dude So if yo bank ain't on swole ain't no stoppin the Prophet That's who was straight for the eight and look who in it and out it, nigga! [Verse 11: DJ Paul] Look in the eyes of a mad man, shoot 'em in the head man Loco on that coca plant, snort a ball and call da Killa Man Fill a man with slugs when I'm full of drugs, trust I'm on ya fool Drug 'em and fuck 'em up face down in the first round fool Down and what you learned to do but you ain't got the right tools Clowin' on your new CD now ho tell me what that proved? I ain't seen shit new, shakin' put your body out of fear Of the Prophet Posse, let ya live, we'll kill ya next year [Outro] Killed him and robbed him and beat him and dumped all his body parts into my trunk WHOOP! WHOOP!