Letra Turn into killaz de Prophet Posse

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Turn into killaz

Chorus x3
Black motherfucker
Prophet posse my nigga
Give that 45 (when the stereo'pumpin')
Black motherfucker
Prophet posse my nigga
Is, is my sounds that be turnin't niggas into killers

I kill kill kill
(Prophet posse my nigga)
I murder murder murder
Hatas in my face
Watch a nnigga hurt a
40 40 cal i pull out my big pocket
(Prophet posse my nigga)
I grab you by your neck
I pull it out of socket
Rang range range
(Prophet posse my nigga)
Wowa wowa wowa
Give him this fuckin' tax
Police pull me over
But I blast on them hoes
Cause I'm too fuckin' dangerous
(Prophet posse my nigga)
(Is, is if my sounds that be turnin' niggas into kilers)
Get with the posse
I thought you hoes could hang with us
Killin' up you bitches is an easy task
You fools can't last
I'm bulletproof with mouse on that ass, I dash
Through your mutherfucking crib
Soon as I find where you live
Flashlights in your face
Robbery or murder case
Roaming throught the motherfucking black a paneria
Prophet is my posse I doubt you seem so scarier
Plan to talk shit but the ain't nothin' but characters
Hundred thousand dollar cars
Now how you gone laugh at us

Chorus x2

I said we turnin' into killers
As soon as we step on the stage
Before I grab the fuckin' mic
I got the (??)
I turn this up in the heart
No need for somebody got
I got the shit in control
Even when a riot start
We bout' to turn off the light
We bout' to hit you with might
We put put your (??) in the van
And we gone spray in your life
You fuckin' with the wrong click
The 44 just got clicked
I hope you listen to me
(Is, is my sounds that be turnin' niggas into killers)
Cause nigga creepin' up to shit, bitch

hear here mr. mr. nigga creep I got to make my stays
Think those niggas on the trek
They just don't know what got arranged
This shit is strange motherfucker
It's my speed personalities
Leavin bodies torn up just like the red barron sea
Crack needs makin' blood gush
Into blood pools
It don't bother me because i specialize on killin' fools
Open up my crazy house
Can't you see my mind's gone
Let me kick my light switch
Oh shit, bloods blown

Chorus x2

Yeah, god damn it ya'll know who brought up this motherfucking shit
DJ motherfuckin' Paul
I got my nigga nigga
Creepin this motherfucker hard
Prophet motherfuckin' posse
Turn the motherfuckin' head biatch
You all know the motherfuckers gone be in this thang
The 9-1-11-79-8
It all look shit
Tearin' theis motherfuckin shit off, tearin the club
Niggga motherfucker fight
Bring a motherucker (??)
The whole motherfuckin' 9 hoe

Black mother fucker prophet posse my nigga
(Prophet pro-prophet pro-prophet posse my nigga) x7
(Is, is my sounds that be turnin' niggas into killers) x9

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Chorus x3  
Black motherfucker  
Prophet posse my nigga  
Give that 45 (when the stereo'pumpin')  
Black motherfucker  
Prophet posse my nigga  
Is, is my sounds that be turnin't niggas into killers

I kill kill kill  
(Prophet posse my nigga)  
I murder murder murder  
Hatas in my face  
Watch a nnigga hurt a  
40 40 cal i pull out my big pocket  
(Prophet posse my nigga)  
I grab you by your neck  
I pull it out of socket  
Rang range range  
(Prophet posse my nigga)  
Wowa wowa wowa  
Give him this fuckin' tax  
Police pull me over  
But I blast on them hoes  
Cause I'm too fuckin' dangerous  
(Prophet posse my nigga)  
(Is, is if my sounds that be turnin' niggas into kilers)  
Get with the posse  
I thought you hoes could hang with us  
Killin' up you bitches is an easy task  
You fools can't last  
I'm bulletproof with mouse on that ass, I dash  
Through your mutherfucking crib  
Soon as I find where you live  
Flashlights in your face  
Robbery or murder case  
Roaming throught the motherfucking black a paneria  
Prophet is my posse I doubt you seem so scarier  
Plan to talk shit but the ain't nothin' but characters  
Hundred thousand dollar cars  
Now how you gone laugh at us

Chorus x2

I said we turnin' into killers  
As soon as we step on the stage  
Before I grab the fuckin' mic  
I got the (??)  
I turn this up in the heart  
No need for somebody got  
I got the shit in control  
Even when a riot start  
We bout' to turn off the light  
We bout' to hit you with might  
We put put your (??) in the van  
And we gone spray in your life  
You fuckin' with the wrong click  
The 44 just got clicked  
I hope you listen to me  
(Is, is my sounds that be turnin' niggas into killers)  
Cause nigga creepin' up to shit, bitch

hear here mr. mr. nigga creep I got to make my stays  
Think those niggas on the trek  
They just don't know what got arranged  
This shit is strange motherfucker  
It's my speed personalities  
Leavin bodies torn up just like the red barron sea  
Crack needs makin' blood gush  
Into blood pools  
It don't bother me because i specialize on killin' fools  
Open up my crazy house  
Can't you see my mind's gone  
Let me kick my light switch  
Oh shit, bloods blown

Chorus x2

Yeah, god damn it ya'll know who brought up this motherfucking shit  
DJ motherfuckin' Paul  
I got my nigga nigga  
Creepin this motherfucker hard  
Prophet motherfuckin' posse  
Turn the motherfuckin' head biatch  
You all know the motherfuckers gone be in this thang  
The 9-1-11-79-8  
It all look shit  
Tearin' theis motherfuckin shit off, tearin the club  
Niggga motherfucker fight  
Bring a motherucker (??)  
The whole motherfuckin' 9 hoe

Black mother fucker prophet posse my nigga  
(Prophet pro-prophet pro-prophet posse my nigga) x7  
(Is, is my sounds that be turnin' niggas into killers) x9