Hypnotize Minds/Profit Posse - Lyrics - Tear Da Club Up Thugs

{DJ Paul: talking} Ah yeah, the scariest motherf**king *** in the motherf**king land. Who run us? The good, the bad, the motherf**king ugly. It's Prophet Posse ***, who up in this motherf**ker? {Lord Infamous: talking} You got Lord Infamous Da Scarecrow Kaiser Sosate {MC Mack: talking} Yeah yeah *** MC motherf**king Mack for life Killa *** fear no man ***. {Scan Man: talking} Scan f**king Man ***. {Crunchy Black: talking} Crunchy motherf**king Black up in this *** right here. {Juicy J: talking} Juice man up in this motherf**ker. Take you all to the motherf**king floorhoe. {DJ Paul: talking} Project Pat, Koopsta Knicca, the motherf**king Tear da Club up Thugs, GangstaBoo, Indo G, its on. You motherf**king hooooooooooooooooooe!!!! {Koopsta Knicca} get down shut the f**k up *** don't make a sound body found on the ground don't f**k with mentally rounds I'm taking the *** from these trizicks so you mess with any of these cause I can afford to go back an order take the four door to help me kick this *** trizick don't forget foe I spit in your face putting this in they credit man f**k them *** *** yeah and that's not all your bound to fall put my hand on the wall break it down y'all motherf**king law dealers and you know the Mafi face in the Posse y'all {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 *** 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 {MC Mack of Killa *** Kaze} *** look at all the *** that I done done look at all the *** 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 *** take heed to the *** I speak Killa *** Kaze, Tear da Club up Thugs we on the frequent trick to sleep Killa *** {Scan Man of Killa *** Kaze} come out that *** kamikaze dwelling in my soul crazy is the Scan Man but you *** just don't hear me though devil *** is what I do man I just don't give a f**k trick us with that *** mic you hoes can catch a f**king slug kicking it's the Scan Man now I'm kicking like a motherf**king *** man dropping *** in my stance we heard that f**king nine blast evil be this Posse crew cause we have no L-O-V so we watch you burn in our pits {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 shake ya dreads your very essence burnt your soul and you ask me do I worship that *** im Kaiser Sosate 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 {DJ Paul} look into the eyes of a mad man shoot him in the head man Loco off that coco plant saw them all and called the Killa Man shoot æ…¹m now its us when I'm full of drugs and I dare the *** *** æ…¹m up load your Cutlass up with your f**king click busting on you hoes sipping gatorade Hennessy my entourage be straight from hypnotized Tennessee f**k with me, double casualty turn to catastrophes, your lacking these killers backing me up in my faculty {Project Pat of Killa *** Kaze} its gangsta its gangsta weak *** perpetrating thug roles broke Willy punk hoes staring at the snug nose barrel I say motherf**k those lames get you slugged hoes when you slip *** should have been on your tip toes watching out for the enemy violator don't say *** to me eyes tighter than a Chinese from this Hennessy *** me if you get the first ups on your trigger *** {Juicy J} I stand by myself when it come to handling business them thangs on the shelf and I'm drunk to keep me spinning and when a *** 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**king daze like a killer with a .357 to my head (squeeze the trigger ***) not saying that I wanna kill myself on the for realer had eighty-two weeks and I'm looking like the thriller {Prophet Posse} Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse {talking, screaming, yelling, and howling till fade}