Who We Be

{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]

[Verse 1: 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 siren's on the rims are yelling, flames of hell erupt

I'm coming hit man style and leave your pillow filled with slugs

Motherfuck watch I huff then I puff wet you up

When I'm on this numby numb, coke and rum, doing dumb stuff

Keyser Soze, Tear da Club up Thugs - I yell it out loud

Scarecrow I keep clouds of smoke flying out my mouth

[Verse 2: Scan Man]

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

[Verse 3: 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 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 keep this shit real

[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]

Chrome it be's your deadly 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

[Verse 5: 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 Hennessy 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)

[Verse 6: 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

[Verse 7: DJ Paul]

[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

[Verse 8: 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

[Verse 9: 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 can't tango with my .44

Drinkin' on some Henny VSOP, it be in me, bitch

Smokin' on some weed, a hundred percent, it be fire, bitch

What you tryin' to do, I done already did it, baby

If you wanna rumble, get your ass up, don't be a baby (Come on, come on, come on)

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*)