Crunchy Black - All About Them Prophets lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul Talking] Ahh yeah, the Prophet Posse in this motherf**er For all you dick eaters, and all you dick beaters For the Nine Triple Six, we reunited motherf**er We finna do this sh** like this...... [Bridge] n***as be talkin' sh**, bout, bout , bout, bout, bout Whoever they don't like n***as be talkin' sh**, bout whoever they don't like These playa haters in the club, got us f**ed up, f**ed up [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] Woke up early Tuesday mornin' Down with the Prophet and the City They got a spot on track for Blac So I got to bump this b**h Straight from the hood Where nothin' but crosses get thrown up at yo a** But Gangsta Blac, gone kick the past A Prophet bringin' in the cash You got some gooder, I think you uhh Should send it by the Bird If ain't bad work, then my n***a b**h sh**, we shoot it to the curb I'm bout my Prophet, all my n***as they be knowin' the score From SPV, this Gangsta B., and Prophet got plenty more [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] I am divin' in the eye of a Volcano On to oceans made of Lava, readin' novels Based on Kamakaze war and things that are bizarre Having voodoo rituals, bloody and mystical In the mystic dark of waters Traveled by the vicious Great White Shark Tapin' bombs around my waist In front of the fire place Soakin' in my pool of kerosene While smokin' a blunt of hay Twisting, peeling, creature k**ing Satan children on the ceiling Scarecrow lookin' in a mirror that don't give a image [Verse 3: MC Mack] Now pimpin' as a Mack I'm breakin' b**hes for my dividends Don't show no slack, I'm MC Mack So buster b**hes watch yo back We creepin' in comin', in bumin', breakin' ya off some proper Deliverin' in k**in', mackin' preparin' ya for the slaughter The Triple Six, k**a Klan Prophet Entertainment out comin' up Chargin' b**hes, for riches So ho type n***a, don't test yo nuts Herringbone with the D around my neck Got'cha in a sweat, no fessin', j Ust messin' my mother f**in' pimpin' So b**h lets go cash yo check [Verse 4: Scan Man] It was a night of a Devils pledge Strictly 'bout my murder weapon They bled, the holy red, I lived and popped 'em in shreds The millions I made 'em I caught 'em slippin' I rushed 'em quick With Glocks and chest pop Drop them b**hes in the restin' places k**a Klan sinisters, evil Lord Ministers, Prophet Entertainment Breakin' tricks with no lovin' her Scan f**in' Man, with them demons craved in the soul But you still don't hear me though, so you b**hes be my hoes [Verse 5: Crunchy Black] Heres the blast, why did you look into that mask Ballin' up early, let me finish up our task The dirty work, but dirty work There is no ask, in questions Teachin' lessons, bout a bullets I be stressin' My mind is kind of out there high in the sky I'mma finna go in k** my alli-by, alli-by No reason why he wonder, how he might just tell a lie Lookin' down on ya by a Prophet b**h Crunchy Blac dig ya grave for ya Prophet [Verse 6: Juicy J] To all you wonabees, fake tradin' wonabees I'm not gonna leave, 'til I found the mother f**in' Keys Just walked into yo house, wrap some tape, 'round his Momma mouth Put the chrome tec, in her face, incase she wanna shout If I hear the Five-O comin', I'mma break in run But I'mma gonna get that f**in' cheese before a n***a done All About them Prophets, Three Six Mafia, yeah we in the game Ridin' nothin' but clean a** Lexus, and Suburban thangs [Verse 7: DJ Paul] Keepin' all Anna down, haters man I gotta dodge Stayin' out the eyes of you folks, cause you full of flock Plain as day, quick to say the Three Six ain't no child's play f**in' with that Junky Fella, pluckin' on that twelve plate Prophet Posse, reunited, man these hoes hatin' it All about a meal ticket, local on this k**in' sh** Feelin sh**, heres a b**h, another hit ya Fist up with the Renzo click, Glock totin' Mad Dog Goppin' down Three Six, Mafia, Mafia [Verse 8: Mr. Slicc] My temperature I stand in is boilin' hot If you disrespect you drop, my mind is on that level So you know I'm packin' Glocks, so watch my finger I bring a, ho bout to that Anna, don't squeeze her Get out yo f**in' Beamer, this is a jack And don't be reachin' for yo strap Cause I'm will comnesed to blast, in hara**, in then dash in Back to that Mask Vile, get in all my Prophets, cause its on, and So I'm real [Verse 9: 211] A lot of motherf**ers, wanna know where my heart is So I fold 'em in break 'em With ten seconds on my gat, you see a G can regulate From the shoulder flex, with my hands, I can cause d**h I snap in break yo mother f**in' neck Now wake him up, so he can smell the coffee Better yet this far, you ain't hard Make ya so-scared, cause ya bared One thing I was taught, you taught, gotta walk But don't get caught in the mist of the Prophets In the beams y'all [Verse 10: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Y'all n***as ain't no k**ers, to many Prophets be on my chest Havin' me stressed, suicidal thoughts, I was up every night I never rest, to many groupies, claimin' they straight Hangin' around me, knowin' they haters I ain't never been through what I been through I dare you, f** you perpetrators Skinny Pimp I'm on Anna, and I'm a grown a** man Feedin' my Momma, beatin' my Father You think that I'm playin'? I'm strictly sprayin' Out this game, from my year Knowin' I'm real, because I'm steel OG P-I-M-P, must not come out stackin' little's I'm so trill, so I live, do these busters know how I feel? When you smile I see you frown I'm Bout It, Bout It, leavin' you drown and will You try to explain, when you know you been crossed So I'mma let the AK talk, like when a buster talk, South Memphis n***a what'cha fought? You scared to start a riot, keep that quiet While I shout, I'm bout that paper player no doubt When I run my mouth, just set me out Give me some, Give me some Where I'm from? Memphis area Serious about them Prophets How the f** you think we fake n***a This Skinny Pimp [6x] Triple Six Mafia! Triple Triple Six Mafia