The Prophet Posse

The Prophet Posse - Nothin' But Pimp Shit lyrics

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I come down baby walks once again it's on
 You see I peeped at the game that wrote in your song
 Definition for drama
 Bout' to play wit'cha mama
 Never been a sucka nigga
 Cause it's still on the come up
 You know a busta get faded
 (???) would of made it
 Somewhere down the line
 You playa hated and traded
 See I done what I did
 And if you fell off
 I do it again
 Mama's only song I scrapped since the age of ten
 I had no brothers and sisters
 I had no father
 World drama taxed
 Thought the lord didn't bother
 To hear me, nigga can you feel me
 God can you forgive me
 For all the dirt I'da did
 (???)
 I put the (???)
 Because it's over now
 Cross me again then it definetly a showdown
 Jimmy Jex slipping get his crown cracked
 (???) a bitch
 But see you made me a tape

 Chorus x2
 See nothin' but shit up in my blood
 And plus the drugs up in this thug
 Indonisia

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 I'm a motherfucker hustlin that I'd trap down on
 Tryin' to come up in this game
 Whether is right or is wrong
 My attitude is fucking
 Bad around town in a bucket
 I got a job but go quick
 Cause minimum wage ain't shit
 Now feel me
 I think the government is fucking us blind
 While they gettin' paid
 Leavin' all the poor folks behind
 Occupation for money was just a criminal grind
 You don't gotta be in jail
 Because your ass doing time
 I'm black
 Aggrivated, criminal mind stated
 Problems with the police
 They were all (??) related
 Now take my shoes and walk em out of my pad Vic
 A playa hatas they down to blood bound
 Can you feel me
 I'm talking about the real, do you hear me
 A trick the bitch walk up the same (???)
 I'm puttin it down on a mic representing self made
 No shorts or losses
 But bullets get sprayed
 I'm not some artificial killer
 Or some cheap ass thriller
 But I can chop your head off
 You get between my scribble

 Chorus x2

 So there you have it
 Self made playa Droopy Droop motherfucking Dog
 Puttin' it down for playa village
 AKA BH motherfucking P
 Hook my shit with Paul
 Motherfucking prophet
 Juicy "J" behind this shit
 You know what I'm saying
 Can't stop
 It's on from hurdle to hurdle two G's bitch
 Fear this nigga
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Language: English

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