Prophet Posse - Who We Be lyrics

{Man1: talking} You think they have any idea you think they know were coming {Man2: talking} Those people are paranoid they figure somebody's coming They just don't know when {Man1: talking} I don't know my gut says they have no idea {played in background throughout various parts of song} {Girl: singing} 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 [Prophet Posse: mafia mafia mafia ya] {Lord Infamous} You hit the corner quick as f** 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 Motherf** 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 {ScanMan} 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 {Crunchy Black} There's no cries in my life there's no games that I won't play There ain't no hoe up in me n***a b**h get out my f**ing way n***a I rob n***a I steal n***a I put your body in a field Three 6 Mafia Prophet the Posse-a Still coming up trying to kick this sh** real {Koopsta Knicca} 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 {Juicy J} 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 n***as snort p (yeah they snort p) And drink that motherf**ing 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 f** with me (if you f** with me fool) And if you ask me where I'm from I'll tell you Evergreen (dope n***as Evergreen) And if you ask me why I slum its just the look in me (yeah thats right) {MC Mack} 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 b**hes pay the cost Since we ain't taking any kind of lost I be MC Mack the under boss With the k**a 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 f**ing sun I'll be done in a second therefore you act as if we gotta attack em What's the conclusion from all this sh** I really don't know I guess we'll watch out for it {DJ Paul} [in background: Project Pat: P-R-O-P-H-E-T Posse] [in background: DJ Paul: who we be] Arresting you n***as I got head on yall holler that I'm dead wrong Shoot out before I make it some split a n***a f**in dome Got sh** 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 n***a where nothing can save him Now sit back relax and let this 12 inch gauge in {Project Pat} Automatic gunfire when your time to die left you in a coma f**ing off with busters in these streets got you causing drama Marijuana feels my congregation your affiliation With the wrong click of motherf**ers 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 a** in shock Project got an answer for you b**hes Posse closing shop {Gangsta Boo} n***a n***a what whatcha whatcha wanna do With your p**y a** 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 b**hes out to hate me I'm self explanatory I'll leave you wet like a fat p**y in an orgy Snatch your f**ing soul I'm the cold that's in the winters hoe Mess with me you die you can't tango with my .44 Drinking on some Henn and some V and some P it be in me b**h Smoking on some weed 100% it be fire b**h What you trying to do I done already did it baby If you wanna rumble come get your a** 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 a** we'll make a test to blast what they talking bout {Project Pat (DJ Paul)} P-R-O-P-H-E-T Posse (Who we be) x8 Hoe (haha) {Prophet Posse} Mafia mafia mafia ya (*repeat til fade*)