lirik lagu prophet posse - notha nigga car-clothes
lord infamous da scarecrow)
that power can change a lot of these n-gg-s
they step on a lot of toes, up that way up the ladder
but they don’t, they forget what goes up gotta come down
(dj paul)
but all that’s go change
1997 prophet posse
you know what i’m sayin
loved by few, hated by many
we in the motherf-cking house
we can’t be stopped
you can get dealt with at the end though
it’s all good
(lord infamous da scarecrow)
you better bring dangerous toys
my n-gg-!
(dj paul)
if you wanna play with mafia boys
ya’ll know where we located
we ain’t hard to find
we nation motherf-cking wide
b-tch
(lord infamous)
we love the m and we ain’t tryin to leave it
for no n-gg-, n-body
(dj paul)
staying real to it
representin to the fullest!
(dj paul the killa man)
you ain’t no real black haven n-gg-
finger facin forward but you ain’t the one to trigger
even if you figured you was a bit bigger
thank you all that but ain’t got a glove made of glitter
n-gg- when we see ya we go test ya -ss
bomb rushin to the curb and we go bless ya -ss
me and chris in the burban trying to catch ya -ss
it’s all good find reasons and we go set ya -ss up
pitcure me purchasing ya tape cover wasn’t good enough
don’t like the scene is just like calling bluff
much as we try to keep it cool
they all behind the back of me and my crew
glocks and techs with the vest we be getting it on
and we ain’t gonna stop untill the early morn
so stop trading with this sh-t and get ya on
3-6 mafia, killa man i’m gone
(juicy j)
who is that fool who be talking that sh-t
sayin he down, but he diss triple six
if that b-tch step he go get his wig split
blast smiff-n-wession 18 in the clip
ain’t no gang bang he don’t even set trip
grew up on koolaid, potatos, and chips
why playa hate when you know we legit
bank account fat and they riding the d-ck
we you need dough ask ya dad for the sh-t
20’s and 10’s like you shopping for bricks
got to payback all the cheese he done spent
studio time and the whole rest for rent
(crunchy blac)
juiceman i heard it’s some n-gg-s dissin
but if they keep on dissin, then they momma gonna miss them
this ain’t no game n-gg-, here’s my f-ckin opostion
man i’m gettin tired of yall n-gg-s actin just like b-tches
and we go ride out
(mc mack)
them b-tches always ask me why do i call myself the mack
is it because of those ho’s i done broke
or is it the way my cheese just stacked
but never the less it’s time to wreck and check
this buster that’s livin out of state
that’s dwelling in by ways of memphis
contaplate you must be fake
playa hate to the first degree
you downing some n-gg-s who down with me
see salt mouth snails not m-town playas
the killa klan kaze go watch you bleed
so play me like a ho and a n-gg- like mack
go stang ya stash
when that b-tch n-gg- call me out
i’m empting my clip off in his -ss
so hold ya breath, n-gg- is you down
my pimping is thicker than the sh-t you talk
predestined to burn enternaly in h-ll contrast
by the way ya -ss done walk
mc mother f-cking mack
my killa klan kaze be having my back
the triple 6 mafia ready to jack
so get the next n-gg- clothes off ya back
(koopsta knicca)
so many days, them n-gg-s layed and prayed in 12 ways
up on top of graves, resting place for heaven sake a soul to take
straight thru the woods, deep in them hoods you find no good
only b-tches and other n-gg-s rise in the moment
so run them off the road before the gold hit ya headlight
it’s silent night, deadly night and guess who the sacrfice
the signs of a luntaic
koopsta can’t take that sh-t
make my brain and mind split
it’s something like a cruicfix
(lord infamous da scarecrow)
and i wish one of these punk -ss n-gg-s
would step up to the scarecrow
beat a ho, f-ck a n-gg- up slow, cut his throat
puffin on the endow, throw him thru window with bl–dy clothes
full with bullet holes
lil dope heads can’t hang but they gang bang
snd they slangin and the rangin
maintaining insane is how meanace remain
just listen to the mother f-cking rain
wash ya blood down the drain
b-tch if ya itchin round me don’t scratch
cause i’ll pull out the?
cut off ya nut sacs
f-ckin with the devil mask
drop you into a batch
n-gg-s ain’t no match
get drilled out where they at
n-gg- better stick with smoking pot
cause the sh-t slipping in his snot
make him feel kinda hot
gonna end up in a burial plot
make me pull out the glock
and pop pop n-gg- get pop
chorus: x2
(dj paul)
another n-gg- car, another n-gg- clothes
n-gg-s be flodging on these videos
but watch when that true gun fold
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