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Murderer, Robber

by The Prophet Posse


Murderer, Robber Song Lyrics

Murderer, Robber by The Prophet Posse

(crunchy blac)
Damn man a nigga pocket f**ked up in this mother f**ker
(dj paul)
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! that's f**ked up
(crunchy blac)
A nigga need to find out how we go get some
dead presdients or something man
(dj paul)
You know what I'm sayin a nigga
got to get straight around this mother f**ker
Niggaz got that mutha f**kin sh*t,Don't wanna share it
Niggaz we know you tight,mutha f**ker you need to share that sh*t
Before a nigga break you off something
(crunchy blac:prophet mutha f**kin entertainment)
You know what I'm saying,You know what I mean,a nigga go break you off
You need to share that sh*t,Mother f**kers f**ked up round here
We go take care of that,something go have to get straight
or something go have to go mother f**king sour nigga!
You know what I mean
A mother f**ker go have to handle ya mother f**king ass
Nigga share that sh*t,A niggs know you on,A nigga know you tight
You better take care of ya boys dog
You know what I mean,A nigga go handle ya mutha f**king ass
With the mother f**king seriousness! b**ch!!!!!!!!!!!!

(crunchy blac)
It's crunchy blac,the demon child another mystery made
Another stang,Boo set up another nigga in his grave
I'm crunchy scopin out you niggas with that viper sh*t
You thank I'm straight,b**ch I ain't straight I'm out to get your sh*t
My smiff-n-wession,teaches lessons for you hard head ho's
To drop off you want feel pain at least it falls to his toes
But if you got ya f**kin pistols and ya thank ya beat,
the 3-6 mafia
Nigga try ya luck and we'll see

(scan man)
It's a worldwide panic
So watch the scanman,get his automatic
Then get crazy like a crimnal beacause
these niggas don't know nothing bout me
Watch ya self
When you stack ya wealth
Keep that sh*t between ya self
Cause these killas from the Prophet Posse
Go use 2 niggas to make ya death
Cause we crazed
With the rage
Having a urge that can't be replaced
Out of the leaves,seen all them trees
Then I leave with ya cheese
Now prepare for the world to turn over
Cause Prophet Posse niggas just have tookin over!!!

Chorus(project pat) x2
Young g's looking out for a meal ticket
Catch you slippin in ya sh*t and we will take it
to a level that you ho's can not handle b**ch
6 shots from the glock left him dead

(crunchy blac)
Man I'm gettin tired of all you playa hatin b**ches
Playa hatin on this game,you see a nigga out to get cha
You see I heard from ya ho's you was flodgin bout ya riches
So I had to hit the klan tell we had to come and get cha
So I told them I'll hit them back
So I can go get some facts
Scopin out this nigga shack
Making sure that sh*t is fat
Then I hit lil skinny pat
Told em that,that sh*t was fat
Then my nigga project said
(project pat:when we go get this b**ch)

(scan man)
Go to War crnchy and scan
Drop them bodies off to the shore
There's no more
In this b**ch
Trying to get buck with this click
I'm insane in the brain
got me going after this ?
Acid rain
From the sky
Wash the remains down to dry
In your yard,after dark
It's them niggas who like to rob
In ya face
With no trace
You go vanish from this place
No one cries
Could you die
Scan man dares to wipe there eyes
A hear the tomb
So ya click is not to soon

chorus: x4

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