Prophet Posse
Nothin’ But Pimp Shit
[Verse 1: Droopy Drew Dog]
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, better play wit'cha mama
Never been a sucka n***a cause I'm still on the come up
You know a busta get faded, a coward never would've 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 son - strapped since the age of ten
I had no brothers, no sisters, I had no father
World dramatized, thought the Lord didn't bother
To hear me, n***a can you feel me? God can you forgive me?
For all the dirt I done did, cursed as a kid
I put the anna in atoms because it's over now
Cross me again then it definitely a showdown
Jimmy Jex slipping got his crown cracked
Animosity's a bitch, but see you made me attack
[Chorus: DJ Paul & K-Rock]
See nothin' but pimp shit up in my blood
And plus the drugs up in this thug and amnesia
I'm a motherfuckin' hustla and I been trapped down long
Tryin' to come up in this game, whether it's right or it's wrong
See nothin' but pimp shit up in my blood
And plus the drugs up in this thug and amnesia
I'm a motherfuckin' hustla and I been trapped down long
Tryin' to come up in this game, whether it's right or it's wrong
[Verse 2: Droopy Drew Dog]
My attitude is fuck it, ridin' 'round town in a bucket
I got a job but go quit 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, aggravated, criminal mind stated
Problems with the police, they were all dope related
Now take my shoes and walk a mile in my path
Victims of playa hatas, they down to blood bath
Can you feel me? I'm talking about the real, do you hear me?
I tricked a little bitch walked up and said "gimme"
I'm puttin' it down on a mic representin' 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 scrilla
[Chorus: DJ Paul & K-Rock]
See nothin' but pimp shit up in my blood
And plus the drugs up in this thug and amnesia
I'm a motherfuckin' hustla and I been trapped down long
Tryin' to come up in this game, whether it's right or it's wrong
See nothin' but pimp shit up in my blood
And plus the drugs up in this thug and amnesia
I'm a motherfuckin' hustla and I been trapped down long
Tryin' to come up in this game, whether it's right or it's wrong
[Outro: Droopy Drew Dog]
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 up with Paul
Motherfucking prophet
Juicy "J" behind this shit
You know what I'm saying
Can't stop
It's on from year to the year two G's bitch
Fear this n***a