Turn Into Killaz

John Lee Hooker

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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

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    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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    Composición: John Lee Hooker

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