Luyện nghe bài hát Who We Be

{Man1:
you think they any idea you think they know were coming
talking}
those people are paranoid they figure coming
they just don't when
talking}
I don't know my gut they have no idea

{played in background throughout various parts of
singing}
yo se yo se
yo se lo que pa' me
yo se yo se
yo se lo que pa' me
I I know
I what you got for me
I I know
I know you got for me
Posse: mafia mafia mafia ya]

{Lord
you hit the corner quick as slipped in the puddle and you fell
I over your shoulders then I rough rocked your bells
the Zima's on the rims are yelling flex are rough
I'm coming hit man style and leave your filled with slugs
motherfuck watch I then I puff wet you up
when the mourners on Coke and Rum doing devil stuff
Kaiser Soze Tear da up Thugs I yell it out loud
Scarecrow I keep ganja flying out my mouth

another war kamikazes them bodies onto the shore
I thought were no more
enemy 6 me and Crunchy bomb they click
so on the train in the rain Scans for you man
I get ya extracts brain and wash your remains down the drain
so blast my words will hit you harder a gun
six-thousand sounds of funk weighing than a ton
so why would you wanna run your mouth and have some
your questions all ask about my Scandalous

{Crunchy
no cries in my life there's no games that I wont play
there ain't no hoe up in me bitch get out my fucking way
nigga I rob nigga I steal nigga I put your body in a
Three 6 Mafia the Posse-a
still coming up to kick this shit real

{Koopsta
chrome it be's your girly friend and now its me they me
rid all my head let take me from this bondage
why must I emphasis a guy can be waiting
Satan he holds my hand oh lord I hope your
come on in let me take you on a (on a ride)
inside I to realize (realize)
is the holding cell of Koopsta ain't no changing it
I'm dead I'll be dead before more suffering sets in sets in

J}
there be when you see me (when you see me)
call me psychotic or your very enemy (closest enemy)
there ain't no flodging cause these Memphis niggas snort p (yeah snort p)
and drink motherfucking Hennessey and smoke weed (smoke weed)
yeah I'm that that's everlasting like the M-O-B (M-O-B)
and I'm that fool that's quick to blast if you fuck me
(if you with me fool)
and if you ask me where I'm from I'll tell you Evergreen (dope Evergreen)
and if you ask me why I slum its just the in me (yeah thats right)

{MC

I'm Kaze up in my changer getting high yo from the sounds
and DJ lace the track we blowing up foe trick not down
thinking of lyrics from the past I'm bitches pay the cost
since we ain't any kind of lost I be MC Mack the under boss
with the Killa Klan Kaze ready to ride and do need to be done
(you the business)
the Triple Six Mafia and Posse
more heat than the fucking sun
I'll be in a second therefore you act as if we gotta attack em
the conclusion from all this shit
I don't know I guess we'll watch out for it

{DJ
[in background: Project P-R-O-P-H-E-T Posse]
[in DJ Paul: who we be]
you niggas I got head on yall holler that I'm dead wrong
shoot out before I make it some split a nigga dome
got shit to make your hood battle
yall ain't seen an Uzi's arrow
dusk to dawn leaving bodies numb with my gun
shoot I'll tell ya I's on that blow Prophet Posse me hoe
or with Tear da Club up weapons like a GI Joe
walk up to the sissy nigga where can save him
now sit back relax and let this 12 gauge in

Pat}
automatic when your time to die left you in a coma
fucking off busters in these streets got you causing drama
marijuana my congregation your affiliation
with the wrong of motherfuckers got annihilation
on your program who's the man with the master
fresh up out the pen once again the mask and glock
shot you point blank range feeling put that ass in shock
got an answer for you bitches Posse closing shop

{Gangsta
nigga nigga what whatcha whatcha do
with pussy ass crew trying to get a load of Boo
I be the one to bring the pain bring the on a sunny day
smiling in your face mean mug it with a pistol
know you bitches out to hate me I'm self
I'll leave you wet like a fat pussy in an
snatch your fucking soul I'm the that's in the winters hoe
mess me you die you cant tango with my .44
on some Henn and some V and some P it be in me bitch
smoking on weed 100% it be fire bitch
you trying to do I done already did it baby
if you wanna rumble get your ass up don't be a baby
plain as it may be we talked around each one of your cities
ask my brother Eric he be what he ain't seen
but she bother no one she be Mrs. Lady claiming clout
on your ass we'll make a test to blast they talking bout

Pat (DJ Paul)}
P-R-O-P-H-E-T
(Who we be) x8
hoe (haha)

{Prophet
mafia mafia ya (*repeat til fade*)