Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who We Be , by - Prophet Posse. Song from the album Enquiring Minds, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопWho We Be |
| those people are paranoid they figure somebody’s coming |
| they just don’t know when |
| I don’t know my gut says they have no idea |
| yo se yo se yo se lo que tiene pa’me |
| yo se yo se yo se lo que tiene pa’me |
| I know I know |
| I know what you got for me I know I know |
| I know what you got for me you hit the corner quick as fuck slipped in the puddle and you fell |
| I stepped over your shoulders then I rough rocked your bells |
| the Zima’s on the rims are yelling flex are hella rough |
| I’m coming hit man style and leave your pillow filled with slugs |
| motherfuck watch I huff then I puff wet you up when the mourners gumming on Coke and Rum doing devil stuff |
| Kaiser Soze Tear da Club up Thugs I yell it out loud |
| Scarecrow I keep ganja smoke flying out my mouth |
| another war kamikazes drop them bodies onto the shore |
| I thought there were no more |
| enemy Three 6 me and Crunchy bomb they click |
| so on the train in the rain Scans waiting for you man |
| when I get ya extracts brain and wash your remains down the drain |
| so blast my words will hit you harder than a gun |
| six-thousand sounds of funk weighing more than a ton |
| so why would you wanna run your mouth and have some anna |
| your questions all ask about my baby Scandalous |
| there’s no cries in my life there’s no games that I wont play |
| there ain’t no hoe up in me nigga bitch get out my fucking way |
| nigga I rob nigga I steal nigga I put your body in a field |
| Three 6 Mafia Prophet the Posse-a |
| still coming up trying to kick this shit real |
| chrome it be’s your girly friend and now its me they want me rid all my head let suffering take me from this bondage |
| why must I emphasis a white guy can be waiting |
| Satan he holds my hand oh lord I hope your listening |
| come on in let me take you on a ride (on a ride) |
| inside I fail to realize (realize) |
| there is the holding cell of Koopsta ain’t no changing it |
| I’m dead bolt I’ll be dead before more suffering sets in sets in there be trouble when you see me (when you see me) |
| call me psychotic or your very closest enemy (closest enemy) |
| there ain’t no flodging cause these Memphis niggas snort p (yeah they snort p) |
| and drink that motherfucking Hennessey and smoke weed (smoke weed) |
| yeah I’m that fool that’s everlasting like the M-O-B (M-O-B) |
| and I’m that fool that’s quick to blast if you fuck with me |
| (if you fuck with me fool) |
| and if you ask me where I’m from I’ll tell you Evergreen (dope niggas Evergreen) |
| and if you ask me why I slum its just the look in me (yeah thats right) |
| aight |
| I’m bumping Kaze up in my changer getting high yo from the sounds |
| Juice and DJ lace the track we blowing up foe trick not down |
| thinking of lyrics from the past I’m making bitches pay the cost |
| since we ain’t taking any kind of lost I be MC Mack the under boss |
| with the Killa Klan Kaze ready to ride and do what need to be done |
| (you know the business) |
| the Triple Six Mafia and Prophet Posse |
| leave more heat than the fucking sun |
| I’ll be done in a second therefore you act as if we gotta attack em what’s the conclusion from all this shit |
| I really don’t know I guess we’ll watch out for it arresting you niggas I got head on yall holler that I’m dead wrong |
| shoot out before I make it some split a nigga fuckin dome |
| got shit to make your whole hood battle |
| yall hoes ain’t seen an Uzi’s arrow |
| from dusk to dawn leaving bodies numb with my gun |
| shoot I’ll tell ya I’s on that blow Prophet Posse with me hoe |
| or with Tear da Club up Thugs weapons like a GI Joe |
| walk up to the sissy nigga where nothing can save him |
| now sit back relax and let this 12 inch gauge in automatic gunfire when your time to die left you in a coma |
| fucking off with busters in these streets got you causing drama |
| marijuana feels my congregation your affiliation |
| with the wrong click of motherfuckers got annihilation |
| on your program who’s the man with the master plot |
| fresh up out the pen once again with the mask and glock |
| shot you point blank range feeling strange put that ass in shock |
| Project got an answer for you bitches Posse closing shop |
| nigga nigga what whatcha whatcha wanna do with your pussy ass crew trying to get a load of Boo |
| I be the one to bring the pain bring the rain on a sunny day |
| smiling in your face mean mug it with a pistol play |
| know you bitches out to hate me I’m self explanatory |
| I’ll leave you wet like a fat pussy in an orgy |
| snatch your fucking soul I’m the cold that’s in the winters hoe |
| mess with me you die you cant tango with my .44 |
| drinking on some Henn and some V and some P it be in me bitch |
| smoking on some weed 100% it be fire bitch |
| what you trying to do I done already did it baby |
| if you wanna rumble come get your ass up don’t be a baby |
| plain as it may be we done talked around each one of your cities |
| ask my brother Eric he be witnessing what he ain’t seen |
| but she don’t bother no one she be Mrs. Lady claiming clout |
| on your ass we’ll make a test to blast what they talking bout |
| P-R-O-P-H-E-T Posse |
| (Who we be) x8 |
| hoe (haha) |
| mafia mafia mafia ya (*repeat til fade*) |
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