Hypnotize Minds/Profit Posse lyrics

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[Intro/Talking]
{​​​​​​​​​DJ Paul}​​​​​​​​​
Ah yeah, the scariest motherf*cking Klan
In the motherf*cking land, who run this?
The good, the bad, the motherf*cking ugly
It's Prophet Posse n*gga, who up in this motherf*cker?

{​​​​​​​​​Lord Infamous}​​​​​​​​​
You got Lord Infamous da Scarecrow, Keyser Soze

{​​​​​​​​​MC Mack}​​​​​​​​​
Yeah yeah n*gga MC motherf*cking Mack for life
Killa Klan fear no man b*tch

{​​​​​​​​​Scan Man}​​​​​​​​​
Scan f*cking Man b*tch

{​​​​​​​​​Crunchy Black}​​​​​​​​​
Crunchy motherf*cking Black up in this b*tch right here

{​​​​​​​​​Juicy J}​​​​​​​​​
Juice man up in this motherf*cker
Take you all to the motherf*cking floor hoe

{​​​​​​​​​DJ Paul}​​​​​​​​​
Project Pat, Koopsta Knicca
The motherf*cking Tear da Club up Thugs
Gangsta Boo, Indo G, its on
You motherf*cking hooooooooooooooooooe!!!!
[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]​​​​
Get down, shut the f*ck up, b*tches don't make a sound
Body found on the ground, don't f*ck with mentally rounds
I'm taking no bullsh*t from these trizicks So you best to avoid this
Cause I can afford to go back an order take the four door to me kick this sh*t
Trizick don't forget foe I spit in your face
Putting this in they credit, man f*ck them goddamn b*tches
Yeah and that's not all, your bound to fall
Put my hand on the wall, break it down y'all motherf*cking
Law dealers and you know the Mafi face in the Posse y'all

[Verse​ 2: Crunchy Black]
Got my mug on my face
Ready to quickly erase
One of y'all haters done lost your taste
One of y'all n*ggas done lost your faith
Yes I hate when you hate
Yes I love when you love
But I'll put a hole in you
Leave you laying in a puddle of blood

[Verse 3: ​​​​​​MC Mack (of Killa Klan Kaze)]​​​​​​
n*gga look at all the sh*t that I done done
Look at all the sh*t that we been thru
Reminiscence on hoes that I have broke
And thinking of them loose things I would do
I be the MC Mack for life matter fact
Im standing on my own to stack
Them G's and making loot
Gotta flip them dollars
Sometimes we clone
Going on up come in our place y'all
We southern
Knowing that always brings you down
No matter how much I rap about haters
Need to just like me turns the frowns
I'm bound to break it on down
Like a quarter pound n*gga
Take heed to the sh*t I speak
Killa Klan Kaze, Tear da Club up Thugs
We on the frequent trick to sleep Killa Klan
[Verse 4: Scan Man (of Killa Klan Kaze)]​​​​​
Criminal minded n*gga, Kamikaze dwelling in my soul
Crazy is the Scan Man but you n*ggas just don't hear me though
Devil sh*t is what I do, man I just don't give a f*ck
Trick us with that sh*tty mic you hoes can catch a f*cking slug
Clickin' is the Scan Man I'm clickin' like a motherf*cking murder man
Droppin' b*tches in my stash when you hear that f*cking nine blast
Easily this Posse creep cause we have no L-O-V
So we watch you burn in our pits

[Verse 5: ​Lord Infamous]
They always ask me "Do you worship the devil?"
And some of the times I think they see the horns on my head
Why must you even question what I believe in, silly mortal?
You test the third most powerful force in the galaxy
Satan dreads
Your very essence is burnt so you ask me do I worship that?
b*tch im Keyser Soze, I believe I hate you worse than that
Wish I could let every nuclear missile take an unknown course
Let the man with trumpets and the horns feel my evil force

[Verse 6: DJ Paul]
Look into the eyes of a mad man, shoot him in the headband
Loco on that cocoa plex, snort a ball and call the Killa Man
Shoot 'em now with slugs when I'm full of drugs
And I dare the b*tch
c*ck 'em up, load your Cutlass up, with your f*cking click
Busting on you hoes sipping gatorade Hennessy
My entourage be straight from hypnotized Tennessee
f*ck with me, double casualty, turn to catastrophes
Your lacking these killers backing me up in my faculty
[Verse 7: Project Pat]​​​​​​​​
Its gangsta, its gangsta
Weak n*ggas perpetrating
Thug roles but really punk hoes
Staring at the snub nose
Barrel I say motherf*ck those
Lames get you slugged hoes
When you slip b*tch
Should have been on your ten toes
Watching out for the enemy
Violator don't say sh*t to me
Eyes tighter than a Chinese
From this Hennessy, murder me
If you get the first ups on your trigger (n*gga)

[Verse 8: Juicy J]​
I stand by myself when it come to handling business
Them thangs on the shelf and that drank to keep me spinning
And would a n*gga start, best believe the Juice gon finish
I feel like Jeffery Dahmer, chopping bodies in the kitchen
I walk around, I'm in a f*cking daze like a killer
With a .357 to my head (squeeze the trigger n*gga)
Not saying that I wanna kill myself on the for realer
Had eighty-two weeks and I'm looking like the thriller

[Outro: ​Prophet Posse]
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{​​​​​​​​​talking, screaming, yelling, and howling till fade}​​​​​​​​​
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