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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,260
Peak in subgenre #637
Author
Prophit
Rights
Prophit - 2006
Uploaded
July 27, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:27
Story behind the song
Actually, I started out on this song 'cause my girl promised me we'd do a sex-tape if I mentioned her in a song! Haha
Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Prophit]
There's only one motherfucker eligible for the throne/
Got a big-ass crew, but I can hold my own/
Ever since the first Rapbusters spit with Home/
I 'been rocking up the clubs since before Game got his chromes/
Way before Paul Wall ever got his grills/
I was writing songs for a demo and a record-deal/
I'm always on top, whether it's tracks I'm lacing/
Or kicking it with my girl, having sex in the basement/
Heh, shit, I had to mention that/
She promised me a sextape in return for this track/
She 'got a cute lil' thing going on, biting her lips/
And sorta' does a lil' moan whenever we kiss/
And nah, I don't wanna' make her sound like a bitch/
'Cause she the finest woman I met in my life... And rich/
Heh, I'm playing, baby, but I really have to make this song about the hood/
But damn, the sex is THAT good/
I had to mention it, I can do that, I ain't one-dimensional/
I 'got other feats, don't make me mention-those/
Okay, I'm telling you now, if you take this to the po's/
I'ma' beat your ass down, and pro'lly' rob your clothes/
So, here we go, let me tell you 'bout me/
I was fifteen when I sold my first batch of weed/
I was stupid, getting hustled, selling on the streets/
My heart about the temperature of cold concrete/
Now, besides dealing, and of course this rapping/
I've been known for stealing with my juvenile faction/
We ain't thugs or anything, we drink too much/
Half my braincells are gone, invested in blunts/
I face a problem everytime I 'gotta' write a new song/
'Cause Andre want flow, and Vibe need the lyrics strong/
Home don't give a fuck, and my homies don't understand what I'm saying anyway/
I could say what I want and still get away/
Get it?
[Chorus - Prophit]
Tell the underground that I run this shit/
Tell the mainstream not to fuck with Prophit/
Tell every fan out there to suck my dick/
Whatever is yours is mine, so I'm taking it/
Tell the underground that I run this shit/
Tell the mainstream not to fuck with Prophit/
Tell every fan out there to bump my shit/
Whatever is yours is mine, so I'm taking it/
[Verse 2 - Prophit]
By now, you're pro'lly' sick of my politics and narcissism/
But everybody needs a dream, this is just my vision/
I'm having flashbacks, to the time I was young/
I wrote my first song by age 10 back in the slums/
It was a bit thug-ish, but I actually held a gun/
And yeah, I fired one, but not at anyone, just for fun/
That makes me about, 95% more gangsta' than all y'all put together/
Rap's heavyweight, y'all rhymes ain't fly, they 'feather/
I'm better, 'cause I ain't down to ride for whatever/
And some of my boys are strapped like leather/
I 'got no chedda', and whoever gives a fuck/
About my situation, stop talking out your butts/
You know I got game, you can't even fuck a slut/
And using a hammer on almonds the only you'll bust a nut/
Stop c-walking, you ain't with the Crip-set/
And forcing girls to do the LL thing's the only way you'll get they lips-wet/
[Chorus - Prophit]
Tell the underground that I run this shit/
Tell the mainstream not to fuck with Prophit/
Tell every fan out there to suck my dick/
Whatever is yours is mine, so I'm taking it/
Tell the underground that I run this shit/
Tell the mainstream not to fuck with Prophit/
Tell every fan out there to bump my shit/
Whatever is yours is mine, so I'm taking it/
[Verse 3 - Prophit]
I'm getting tired of political correctnes/
They think cursing is a subliminal message/
As if the word "fuck" means "people, go wreck-shit"/
I'll sneak it into a single just to see if they detect-it/
Ever since I was young, I 'been controversial/
It felt so good just to break my curfew/
The only reason I smoke, is 'cause I was told not-to/
I got dogtags 'cause everybody rock-jewels/
My music is spreading, I can feel the whole hood-lurk/
Every party I'm at, they poppin' out the woodworks/
"Hey, dawg, remember back in the day?"/
"We kicked it once, like, I wa
