Bodyparts 2

Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka
Prophet motherfuckin
Posse hoeThree 6
Mafia, M-Child a whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this shit you wanna fuck a hoe
Then wait until youre back when the wars gone bitch
You better recognize you motherfuckin suckas
Thinkin that
Im for the 9-7 once again, its on
Bout to pull yo motherfuckin ass in bitch
Woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woo
Now when they comes to the hood,
I be like black haven zone
And when it comes to parts of the body,
I got more than
Auto zoneIn the middle of fashion
I got to keep it like rockin
Them people callin it green that smoke how much
I like itAgain its up to him
I need to let some shots off
Its DJ Paul with
Teflon so take that bulletproof off
When they jump,
I pump to put some murderin punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk
Play, Ima terror from the end,
Ill watch that body explode
If they retaliate
I blast, I think about you wont find them bloody clothes
Kill em though dont you know ,
I want to get rid of those faked up hoes
Its the city of
Memphis watch me witness how this nigga unload
Rage make me regularly, force me blood
I feed ya hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge
Im nuts, you got no crisp, you got no heart
You niggas front from the start
I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts
Wuss up mista trick do you wanna get with this?
Pimp type ass bitch down with the
Triple 6My
Lexus trunk or
Viper Prophet
Posse nothin nicer
In this fuckin body parts through the air cause we come to get it crunk
Several bodies in my trunk never denyin
Always high, and fuck you playa hatin punks
Always stayin on the top look at the
Billboard
ChartsProphet
Posse takin over nigga now we got you high
I dont know you why the fuck you all in my grill
Im stackin buck on you niggas, sayin you so so trill
You aint no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep
Sleepin with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me
Me and about 80 mo motherfuckas who comin4 and 5 vans deep while your bitch ass runnin
We be the
Prophet, devilish, and meanin click so tight
M-Child, Orange
Mound, smokin out every night, bitch
I met this dude last week who said he slangin double keys
Also had a hook up on some tall 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 return tryin not to swerve
Knowin by the hour
Ill be choppin up my bag of herbs
Plus a pure herb,
AKs, all kinds a guns
Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run
Please dont test these murderers slugs
I will pump in to gut
Scan from the
Killa Klan
Kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
Lets go ride then play a game whats the game, the game of names
Now which, which one would you choose
Whichever you choose you lose, you lose
First time on the maximum, dont be a trick
To see them hats talk shit but they dont know the deal
Dope sella
BHZs where
I dwell-ah
They looked into the barrel of my jet black
BarrettaRatta, tatta, is all you heard
To see you niggas comin up in the [unverified]
But watch the game cause you dont got no friends
Droopy Drew
Dog self made to the end
Check this here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel they dont feel what
I feel, then
I fillThem up with bullet lead , two to the head
Then I lay them in graves that
I dig just for them, yes it is
Slammin bones, throwin licks, puttin bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck down with
Prophet click
Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you realas
Mossberg slug to your grill you can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it dont you see me
Project Pat is down but aint no fuckin damn fool we
Ridin, drinkin, dankin, bodies stankin,
I can smell it well
And if them police pull us over
Im the first to bail
Jackin and packin and takin those fakin ass bitches
That thinkin that all of us is red instead while
I drop this track
I flack, Im ready,
Im straight fromvery bone
To the motherfucka fall out on the floor see
Triple 6, its on
Bitch every mud up in a source bone
I dont wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker
For talkin that shit, uh,
I dont 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 uh die nigga, uh die nigga
Motherfucker
Im K Roc,
I dump the bodyparts into my trunk
See me after
Killa Klan, seein that
K Roc solo burn
Makin up in my green,
Prophet Posse my nigga
Gimme that forty glock and
Ima jump, pullin the trigger
I see traitors lookin at playa hats fakin while we blast our gat
I dont know where youre at hey boy,
I better witness a [unverified]
If a nigga dont believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch ,
I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk