Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slap That Bitch, artist - Prophet Posse. Date of issue: 29.10.2007
Song language: English
Slap That Bitch |
| Well I’m back, Killa Kev, and I’m gonna make you feel it |
| My rap-life been hurt and now it’s time for me to heal it |
| You thought I was gone and I would never come back |
| But now you hear my name in lyrics all over this track |
| My folks alive cause I’m tight, I got you excite |
| I got a rifle cocked back for a punk Lil Wyte, let’s fight |
| You thinkin' you tough, you thinkin' you buck |
| Well if you thinkin' that you harder than a killer, step up |
| And I can lyrically defeat you or physically beat you |
| But it don’t matter either way, cause Killa gonna reach you |
| And I would give you credit, if you deserved it little bitch |
| But I’m honest, you ain’t worth more than a dookie of shit, bitch |
| So what the fuck, go ahead and run your mouth |
| So I can get mad and knock your fuckin' teeth out |
| You got big balls, come back with a song |
| Cause I started this shit and now it’s on |
| Yo, most of these niggas be wanna-be killers |
| I got a bitch with clips to get at you niggas |
| And yall know I’m straight-up making it happen |
| Way before I started rapping, I fucked with them original killers |
| Yo, and I got niggas that’ll kill for pounds |
| All my niggas’ll let off rounds, so play it smart |
| Cocksucker, ya boy don’t play no games |
| Violate me, 6 shots to your brain |
| Yeah, and I’m repping the North |
| North Memphis, stand up |
| Yall get ya boy cause these niggas be |
| Sellin them tickets and know they ain’t ready |
| I’m cocked and they heavy so bitches get at me, I’m not playin |
| Mac E be, low-key, 40 cal. |
| tucked-in |
| No luck, you will lose, I’m real, fuck him |
| The new boy, got it locked for them foes |
| Mac E, I ain’t playin with you hoes, I’m ready to roll |
| It’s Nicky Scarfo, mafioso |
| Bustin' niggas with the fo'-fo', fo' sho' doe, on the low doe |
| Murderer, killer, dealer, Nick Scarfo, real cap-peeler |
| Been running these streets, they don’t run me |
| If a nigga run up, I let him feel the heat |
| From hot nine, slangin' hot ass iron |
| Tryin' to get some of mine, then bitch you dyin' |
| Prophet the Prophet the Prophet the Posse |
| On a killing spree, like some motherfuckin' nazis |
| And a boy keep on talkin', I’ma slap him up |
| And all these platinum plaques, I’m tryin' to rack 'em up |
| Cause I’m the boss nigga, of this Prophet shit |
| And went and rounded up, a brand-new click |
| So buckle up, I think you better sit back |
| And if you act like a bitch you gonna get slapped |