Prophet Posse - Slap That b**h lyrics

[Hook] If your boy think tough (Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h (sho' is) If your boy running up (Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h (sho' is) When I find him in the club (Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h (sho' is) Cause I don't give a f** (Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h,(Hoo!) I'ma-slap that b**h (sho' is) [k**a Kev] Well I'm back, k**a Kev, and I'm gonna make you feel it My rap-life been hurt and now it's time for me to heal it You thought I was gone and I would never come back But now you hear my name in lyrics all over this track My folks alive cause I'm tight, I got you excite I got a rifle co*ked back for a punk Lil Wyte, let's fight You thinkin' you tough, you thinkin' you buck Well if you thinkin' that you harder than a k**er, step up And I can lyrically defeat you or physically beat you But it don't matter either way, cause k**a gonna reach you And I would give you credit, if you deserved it little b**h But I'm honest, you ain't worth more than a dookie of sh**, b**h So what the f**, go ahead and run your mouth So I can get mad and knock your f**in' teeth out You got big balls, come back with a song Cause I started this sh** and now it's on [Hook] [Mac E] Yo, most of these n***as be wanna-be k**ers I got a b**h with clips to get at you n***as And yall know I'm straight-up making it happen Way before I started rapping, I f**ed with them original k**ers Yo, and I got n***as that'll k** for pounds All my n***as'll let off rounds, so play it smart co*ks**er, ya boy don't play no games Violate me, 6 shots to your brain Yeah, and I'm repping the North North Memphis, stand up Yall get ya boy cause these n***as be Sellin them tickets and know they ain't ready I'm co*ked and they heavy so b**hes get at me, I'm not playin Mac E be, low-key, 40 cal. tucked-in No luck, you will lose, I'm real, f** him The new boy, got it locked for them foes Mac E, I ain't playin with you hoes, I'm ready to roll [Hook] [Nick Scarfo] It's Nicky Scarfo, mafioso Bustin' n***as with the fo'-fo', fo' sho' doe, on the low doe Murderer, k**er, dealer, Nick Scarfo, real cap-peeler Been running these streets, they don't run me If a n***a run up, I let him feel the heat From hot nine, slangin' hot a** iron Tryin' to get some of mine, then b**h you dyin' Prophet the Prophet the Prophet the Posse On a k**ing spree, like some motherf**in' nazis And a boy keep on talkin', I'ma slap him up And all these platinum plaques, I'm tryin' to rack 'em up Cause I'm the boss n***a, of this Prophet sh** And went and rounded up, a brand-new click So buckle up, I think you better sit back And if you act like a b**h you gonna get slapped [Hook]