Bodyparts 2

Lyrics

[DJ Paul] Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka Prophet motherfuckin' Posse ho Three 6 mafia, M-Child A whole bunch of mothafuckas And ready to do this shit You wanna fuck a ho Then Wait until you're back When the war's gone bitch You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7 Once again, it's on Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch Woow, woow, woow woow woow woo [DJ Paul] Now when it comes to my hood I be like blackhaven zone Now when it comes to parts of the body I got more than Autozone In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin' It be Bacardi and green this cocaine got my jaw lockin' Let's get this ??? in here I need to let some shots off It's Dj Paul with Teflon on so take that bulletproof off When they jump, I pump and put some iron in the punk And then I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk [Lord Infamous] Play I'm terror from The End I'm watching your body explode Every time that I blast I'm thinking about two holes on them bloody clothes Kill 'em though, Don't you know I want to get rid of them faked up hoes It's the city of Memphis Watch me witness how the scarecrow unload Rage make me regularly, force me blood I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge I'm nuts You got no crips You got no heart You niggas front from the start I want to fill my fucking backyard with your body parts [Gangsta Boo] Wussup mista trick Do you wanna get with this Pimp type ass bitch down with the Triple 6 My Lexus trunk or Viper Prophet Posse nothin' nicer In his fuckin' body parts to we add more spicer Cause we come to get it crunk Several bodies in my trunk Never denyin', always high Fuck you playa hatin' punks Always stayin' on the top Look at the Billboard Charts Prophet Posse takin' over Nigga now we got you hot [M-Child] I don't know you Why the fuck you all in my grill Must i get buck on you niggas, say you so so trill You ain't no killa My niggas leave a schedule Go to sleep Sleepin' with the lights on, ho, you cautious of me Me and about 80 more motherfuckers who coming Four and five vans deep while your bitch ass running We be the Prophet definition meaning click so tight M-Child, Orange Mound, smoking out every night, BITCH!!!! [Juicy J] I met this fool last week Who said he slangin' nothing but keys Also had a hook up on some tones and some light green ink What you think I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree So I drove a low key car Tryin' to fool the streets Curve after curve I turn tryin' not to swerve Knowin' by the hour I be choppin' up my bag of herbs Mossberg pure herb AK's all kinds a guns Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and start to run [Scanman] Please don't test these murderers Slugs I will pump at your gut Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk Let's go ride then play a game What's the game The game of names Now which, which one would you choose Which ever you choose you lose, you lose [Droopy Drew Dog] First time on the mic, so I'ma come real, trick You see them hatas talk shit but they don't know the deal Dope sella BHZ's where I dwell-ah They looked into the barrel of my chin black Barretta Ratta Tatta is all you heard To see you niggas comin' up and they want to splurge But watch the game Cause you don't got no friends Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end [Crunchy Black] Check this here, nigga will Rob and steal, mob and kill And it feel, they don't feel What I feel, then I fill Them up with Bullet lead Two to the head, then I lay Them in graves, that I dig Just for them, yes it is [Project Pat] Slammin' bones, throwin' licks Puttin' bitches in there clicks Kaze in this motherfucker Down with the Prophet click Clack boom doom for you hatas hatin' realness Mossberg slug to your grill You gone feel this Trigger happy, nappy headed, sell that dope you sent me Project Pat is down But ain't no fuckin' damn fool We riding, chiefing, dranking, bodies stanking, I can smell it well And if the police pull us over I'm the first to bail [Indo G] Jackin' and packin', attackin' those fakin' ass bitches That think they some thing, I know they so broke I'm leaving them red instead While I chop this track up like i'm Freddy Straight from very bone Til a motherfucka fall out on his face See Triple 6, It's on Bitch every month up in the source bar I don't wanna kill a motherfucker Betta get a motherfucker for talkin' that shit Huh, I don't wanna kill a motherfucker Betta get a motherfucker for crossin' my click bitch Boogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brains On the motherfuckin' wood grain nigga Pullin' the trigga like uhh die nigga uhh die nigga [K-Rock] Motherfucker, I'm K-Rock I dump them body parts into my trunk See me after Killa Klan See when that K-Rock solo bump Wakin' up in my dream Prophet Posse my nigga Gimme that forty Glock In my pajamas pullin' that trigga I see traitors, stupid-ass player haters Faking while we blast our gat I don't know your ass Therefore, automatic weapons commence to blast If a nigga don't believe me, trick afraid in front of that car To that ditch I dumped all his body parts into my trunk