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Who We Be

Gangsta Boo, Prophet Posse, Juicy J1998年9月29日

歌詞

 

Who We Be - Gangsta Boo/Prophet Posse/Juicy J

You think they have any idea

 

You think they know were coming

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 f**k

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**k 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 you extracts brain

And wash your remains down the drain

So blast my words will hit you harder than a gun

Six-thousand sound 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 won't play

There ain't no hoe up in me ni**a b**ch

Get out my f**king way

Ni**a I rob ni**a I steal ni**a

I put your body in a field

Three 6 Mafia Prophet the Posse-a

Still coming up trying to kick this sh*t 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 pe

And drink that motherf**king Hennessey and smoke w**d

(smoke w**d)

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**k with me

And if you ask me where I'm from

I'll tell you Evergreen

(d**e niggas Evergreen)

And if you ask me

Why I slum its just the look in me

(yeah that's right)

Aight

I'm bumping Kaze up in my changer

Getting high you 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**ches 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

The Triple Six Mafia and Prophet Posse

Leave more heat than the f**king 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*t

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 ni**a f**kin' dome

Got sh*t 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 you

I'm 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 ni**a 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

F**king off with busters in these streets

Got you causing drama

Marijuana feels my congregation your affiliation

With the wrong click of motherf**kers 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**ches Posse closing shop

Ni**a ni**a what what what you wanna do

With your p**sy 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**ches out to hate me

I'm self explanatory

I'll leave you wet like a fat

P**sy in an orgy

Snatch your f**king 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**ch

Smoking on some w**d 100% it be fire b**ch

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

P-R-O-P-H-E-T Posse

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Ha ha

 

***歌詞來自第三方***