Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All About Them Prophets, artist - Kingpin Skinny Pimp. Album song King of da Playaz Ball, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Prophet Entertainment
Song language: English
All About Them Prophets |
Ahh yeah, the Prophet Posse in this motherfucker |
For all you dick eaters, and all you dick beaters |
For the Nine Triple Six, we reunited motherfucker |
We finna do this shit like this… |
Niggas be talkin’shit, bout, bout, bout, bout, bout, whoever they don’t |
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Niggas be talkin’shit, bout whoever they don’t like |
Man them haters in the club, got us fucked up, fucked up Woke up early Tuesday mornin', down with the Prophet and the City |
They got a spot on track for Blac, so I got to bump this bitch |
Straight from the hood, where nothin’but crosses get thrown up at yo ass |
But Gangsta Blac, gone kick the past, a Prophet bringin’in the cash |
You got some gooder, I think you uhh, should send it by the Bird |
If ain’t bad work, then my nigga, bitch shit, we shoot it to the curve |
I’m bout my Prophet, all my niggas they be knowin’the score |
From SPV, this Gangsta B., and Prophet got plenty more |
I’m up drivin’in the eye of a Volcano |
On to oceans made of Lava, readin’goggles |
Faced with Kamakazie, women thinks that I’m bizarre |
Happy when you reach you was bloody |
In Mystical in the Mystic Dark |
Water chargin’bitin’the fishes gray shark |
Tapin’bones around my wrist |
In front of the fire place |
Soakin’in the my Polo kerosene |
While smokin’a blunt of hay |
Twisted blade, reachin’killers |
Edge’in children on the scene |
Scarecrow lookin’in a mirror that don’t give a image |
Now pimpin’as a Mack, I’m breakin’bitches for my dividends |
Don’t show no slack, I’m MC Mack, so buster bitches watch yo back |
We creepin’in comin', in bumin', breakin’ya off some proper |
Deliverin’in killin', mackin’preparin’ya for the slaughter |
The Triple Six, Killa Klan, Prophet Entertainment, bout comin’up |
Chargin’bitches, for riches, so hoe type nigga, don’t test yo nuts |
Hierbone, with the D around my neck |
Got’cha in a sweat, no fessin', just messin', my mother fuckin’pimpin' |
So bitch lets go cash yo check |
It was a night of a Devils pledge, strictly bout my brother whippin' |
They bled, the holy red, I lived and popped 'em in shreds |
The millions I made 'em I caught 'em slippin’I rushed 'em quick |
With Glocks and chest pop drop them bitches in the restin’places |
Killa Klan Sinters, Even though we Ministers, Prophet Entertainment |
Breakin’tricks with no lovin’her |
Scan fuckin’Man, with them demons craved in the soul |
But you still don’t hear me though, so you bitches be my hoes |
Heres the blast, why did you look into that mask |
Ballin’up early, let me finish up our task |
The dirty work, but dirty work |
There is no ask, in questions |
Teachin’lessons, bout a bullets I be stressin' |
My mind is kind of out there high in the sky |
I’ma finna go in kill my alli-by, alli-by |
No reason why he wonder, how he might just tell a lie |
Lookin’down on ya by a Prophet bitch |
Crunchy Blac dig ya grave for ya Prophet |
To all you wonabees, fake tradin’wonabees |
I’m not gonna leave, 'til I found the mother fuckin’ki’s |
Just walked into yo house, wrap some tape, 'round his Momma mouth |
Put the chrome tec, in her face, incase she wanna shout |
If I hear the Five-O comin', I’ma break in run |
But I’ma gonna get that fuckin’cheese before a nigga done |
All About them Prophets, Three Six Mafia, yeah we in the game |
Ridin’nothin’but clean ass Lexus, and Suburban thangs |
Keepin’all Anna down, haters man I gotta dodge |
Stayin’out the eyes of you folks, cause you full of flock |
Plain as day, quick to say the Three Six ain’t no child’s play |
Fuckin’with that Junky Fella, pluckin’on that twelve plate |
Prophet Posse, reunited, man these hoes hatin’it |
All about a meal ticket, local on this killin’shit |
Feelin shit, heres a bitch, another hit ya Fist up with the Renzo click, Glock tottin’Mad Dog |
Goppin’down Three Six, Mafia, Mafia |
My temperature I stand is boilin’hot |
If you disrespect you drop, my mind is on that level |
So you know I’m packin’glocks, so watch my finger |
I bring a, hoe bout to that Anna, don’t squeeze her |
Get out yo fuckin’Beamer, this is a jack, and don’t be reachin’for yo strap |
Cause I’m will comnesed to blast, in harass, in then dash in Back to that Mask Vile, get in all my Prophets, cause its on, and |
So I’m real |
A lot of motherfuckers, wanna know where my heart is So I fold 'em in break 'em |
With ten seconds on my gat, you see a G can regulate |
From the shoulder flex, with my hands, I can cause death |
I snap in break yo mother fuckin’neck |
Now wake him up, so he can smell the coffee |
Better yet this far, you ain’t hard |
Make ya so-scared, cause ya bared |
One thing I was taught, you taught, gotta walk |
But don’t get caught in the mist of the Prophets |
In the beams y’all |
Y’all niggas ain’t no killers, to many Prophets be on my chest |
Havin’me stressed, suicidal thoughts, I was up every night |
I never rest, to many groupies, claimin’they straight |
Hangin’around me, knowin’they haters |
I ain’t never been through what I been through |
I dare you, fuck you pimp-a-traders |
Skinny Pimp I’m on Anna, and I’m a grown ass man |
Feedin’my Momma, beatin’my Father |
You think that I’m playin'? |
I’m strictly sprayin' |
Out this game, from my year |
Knowin’I’m real, because I’m steel |
O-G-P, A-M-P, must not come out stackin’little’s |
I’m so trill, so I live, do these busters know how I feel? |
When you smile I see you frown |
I’m Bout It, Bout It, leavin’you drown and will |
You try to explain, when you know you been crossed |
So I’ma let the AK talk, like when a buster talk, South Memphis |
Nigga what’cha fought? |
You scared to start a riot, keep that quiet |
While I shout, I’m bout that paper player no doubt |
When I run my mouth, just set me out |
Give me some?, Give me some? |
Where I’m from? |
Memphis area |
Serious about them Prophets how the fuck you think we fake nigga |
This Skinny Pimp |
Triple Six Mafia! |
Triple Triple Six Mafia |