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Who We Be_ - текст песни



Who We Be_


(feat. Prophet Posse)




[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 (Texts of songs )]


[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 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




[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 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




[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 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)




[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 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




[DJ Pau]


[in background: Project Pat:] P-R-O-P-H-E-T Posse


[in background: DJ Paul:] who we be


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




[Project Pat]


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




[Gangsta Boo]


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




[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]



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