Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turn Into Killaz, artist - Prophet Posse. Date of issue: 10.02.1998
Song language: English
Turn Into Killaz |
| Black motherfucker |
| Prophet posse my nigga |
| Give that 45 (when the stereo’pumpin') |
| Black motherfucker |
| Prophet posse my nigga |
| Is, is it my sounds that be turnin' 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |