Body Parts 2

(专辑： Chpt. 2 "World Domination" - 1997)

[DJ Paul:]
Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka
Prophet motherfucking 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 motherfucking suckas
Thinking that I'm for the 9-7
Once again, it's on
Bout to pull yo' motherfucking 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 rocking
It be Bacardi and green this cocaine got my jaw locking
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 nothing nicer
In his fucking body parts to we add more spicer
Cause we come to get it crunk
Several bodies in my trunk
Never denying, always high
Fuck you playa hating punks
Always staying on the top
Look at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse taking 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
Sleeping 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 slanging nothing but keys
Also had a hook up on some tones and some light green ink
What you think
I was trying to plan a robbing spree
So I drove a low key car
Trying to fool the streets
Curve after curve
I turn trying not to swerve
Knowing by the hour I be chopping 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 body parts 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 coming 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
Niggas 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:]
Slamming bones, throwing licks
Putting bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfucker
Down with the Prophet click
Clack boom doom for you hatas hating 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 fucking 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:]
Jacking and packing, attacking those faking 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 talking that shit
Huh, I don't wanna kill a motherfucker
Betta get a motherfucker for crossing my click bitch
Boogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brains
On the motherfucking wood grain nigga
Pulling 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
Waking up in my dream
Prophet Posse my niggas
Gimme that forty Glock
In my pajamas pulling 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