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Where's Da Bud - Three 6 Mafia
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What's Going On - Three 6 Mafia
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The Most Known Unknown Hits - Three 6 Mafia
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Sucks On Dick - Three 6 Mafia
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Suck A Nigga D**k (Pt. II) - Three 6 Mafia
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South Memphis Representin' - Three 6 Mafia
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Outro (The Most Known Unknown) - Three 6 Mafia
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Lick My N*tts - Three 6 Mafia
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Dancin' On A Pole - Three 6 Mafia
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Act Like You Know Me (Point Em Out) - Three 6 Mafia
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We 'Bout to Ride - Three 6 Mafia
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Watcha Do - Three 6 Mafia
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Walk Up 2 Yo House - Three 6 Mafia
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You Scared, Pt. 2 - Three 6 Mafia
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Yeah, They Done Fucked Up - Three 6 Mafia
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Wona Get Some, I Got Some - Three 6 Mafia
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Wolf, Wolf - Three 6 Mafia
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Who Run It - Three 6 Mafia
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Where Da Killaz Hang - Three 6 Mafia
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What Cha Starin’ At - Three 6 Mafia
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We Shootin' 1st - Three 6 Mafia
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We Ain't Playin' - Three 6 Mafia
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Time For Da Juice Mane - Three 6 Mafia
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Throw Yo Setts In Da Air - Three 6 Mafia
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They Want to Find Yo Body - Three 6 Mafia
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They Don't Fuck Wit U - Three 6 Mafia
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The End - Three 6 Mafia
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Tear Da Club Up ’07 - Three 6 Mafia
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Tear Da Club Up (Da Real) - Three 6 Mafia
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Tear Da Club Up - Three 6 Mafia
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Sweet Robbery (Pt. 2) - Three 6 Mafia
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Stomp - Three 6 Mafia
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Stay Fly (Still Fly Remix) - Three 6 Mafia
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Stay Fly - Three 6 Mafia
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Spill My Blood - Three 6 Mafia
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Slang and Serve - Three 6 Mafia
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Skit - Three 6 Mafia
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Slob on My Nob - Three 6 Mafia
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Sippin' on Some Syrup - Three 6 Mafia
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Rinky Dink Records - Three 6 Mafia
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Ridin' Spinners - Three 6 Mafia
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Ridin' Da Chevy - Three 6 Mafia
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Project Hoes - Three 6 Mafia
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Porno Movie - Three 6 Mafia
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Playa Hataz - Three 6 Mafia
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Paul, With Da 45 - Three 6 Mafia
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Outro (Da Unbreakables) - Three 6 Mafia
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O.V - Three 6 Mafia
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Now I'm High, Really High - Three 6 Mafia
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Now I'm High Pt. 3 - Three 6 Mafia
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Live By Yo Rep (Radio) - Three 6 Mafia
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Mystic Stylez - Three 6 Mafia
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Money Flow - Three 6 Mafia
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Jus Like Us - Three 6 Mafia
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In-2-Deep - Three 6 Mafia
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In Da Game - Three 6 Mafia
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I'm So Hi - Three 6 Mafia
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Mean Mug - Three 6 Mafia
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Mask And Da Glock - Three 6 Mafia
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Mafia N***z - Three 6 Mafia
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Memphis - Three 6 Mafia
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Like Money - Three 6 Mafia
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Life Or Death - Three 6 Mafia
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Late Nite Tip - Three 6 Mafia
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Late Night Tip Remix - Three 6 Mafia
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Last Man Standing - Three 6 Mafia
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Land Of The Lost - Three 6 Mafia
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Just Like Us - Three 6 Mafia
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Just Another Crazy Click - Three 6 Mafia
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Just Anotha Crazy Click - Three 6 Mafia
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I Ain't Goin - Three 6 Mafia
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Hook Up Q/H**s - Three 6 Mafia
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Hit A Muthafucker - Three 6 Mafia
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Half On A Sack Or Blow - Three 6 Mafia
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Fie It On Up - Three 6 Mafia
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Gotta Touch 'Em (Pt. 2) - Three 6 Mafia
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Got It 4 Sale - Three 6 Mafia
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Good Stuff - Three 6 Mafia
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Gette'm Crunk - Three 6 Mafia
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Gangsta Niggaz - Three 6 Mafia
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Funky Town - Three 6 Mafia
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Fuckin' Wit Dis Click - Three 6 Mafia
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Fuck All Dem Hoes - Three 6 Mafia
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From Da Back - Three 6 Mafia
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Don't Be Scared - Three 6 Mafia
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Be A Witness (Killa Klan Kaze) - Three 6 Mafia
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Barrin You B**hes - Three 6 Mafia
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Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe - Three 6 Mafia
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Die a Soldier - Three 6 Mafia
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Dangerous Posse - Three 6 Mafia
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Da Summa - Three 6 Mafia
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Da First Date - Three 6 Mafia
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D-Suckin'-H - Three 6 Mafia
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Charging These Hoes - Three 6 Mafia
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Are U Ready 4 Us - Three 6 Mafia
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Bodyparts 2 - Three 6 Mafia
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Body Parts 3 - Three 6 Mafia
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Body Parts - Three 6 Mafia
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Bin Laden - Three 6 Mafia
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Big Pat's Warehouse (Skit) - Three 6 Mafia
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Beat Down - Three 6 Mafia
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ALL OR NOTHIN' - Three 6 Mafia
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Ain't Got Time For Gamez - Three 6 Mafia
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A New Nitemare - Three 6 Mafia
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3-6 In The Morning - Three 6 Mafia
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2-Way Freak - Three 6 Mafia
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1st Crime Scene (Skit) - Three 6 Mafia
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Intro - Three 6 Mafia
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Get Ya Rob - Three 6 Mafia
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Corner Man - Three 6 Mafia
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Mafia - Three 6 Mafia
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Baby Mama - Three 6 Mafia
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Touched Wit It - Three 6 Mafia
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Tongue Ring - Three 6 Mafia
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Put Ya Signs - Three 6 Mafia
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Mafia Niggaz - Three 6 Mafia
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Fuck Y'all Hoes - Three 6 Mafia
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Barrin' You Bitches - Three 6 Mafia
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Wonabees - Three 6 Mafia
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Smokin' On Da Dro - Three 6 Mafia
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Sleep - Three 6 Mafia
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Mindstate - Three 6 Mafia
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M.E.M.P.H.I.S. (Remix) - Three 6 Mafia
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Lock Down - Three 6 Mafia
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Grab The Gauge - Three 6 Mafia
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Fuck What U Heard - Three 6 Mafia
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Da Summer - Three 6 Mafia
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Drive By - Three 6 Mafia
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Don't Trust 'Em - Three 6 Mafia
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Big Mouth, Big Talk - Three 6 Mafia
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Azz & Tittiez - Three 6 Mafia
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Get Buck Muthafucka (Original) - Three 6 Mafia
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Who Da Fuck You Playin' Wit - Three 6 Mafia
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W.a.b. (clean) - Three 6 Mafia
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They Bout To Find Yo Body - Three 6 Mafia
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Testin My Gangsta - Three 6 Mafia
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Studio Time - Three 6 Mafia
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Nine to Yo Dome - Three 6 Mafia
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Long and Hard (Original) - Three 6 Mafia
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Like A Pimp Remix - Three 6 Mafia
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Let's Start a Riot - Three 6 Mafia
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Hit A Muthafucka - Three 6 Mafia
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Gunclaps - Three 6 Mafia
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Candy Man - Three 6 Mafia
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Body Parts 2 - Three 6 Mafia
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Are You Ready 4 Us - Three 6 Mafia
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How It Went Down (Skit) - Three 6 Mafia
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Head Bussaz - Three 6 Mafia
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Who I Is (Feat. Lil Wyte, Trillville) - Three 6 Mafia
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Who Da Fuck You Playin' Wit? (Feat. Lil' Wyte) - Three 6 Mafia
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War Wit Us - Three 6 Mafia
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Walk Up To Your House - Three 6 Mafia
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U Got da Game Wrong - Three 6 Mafia
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Triple 6 Mafia - Three 6 Mafia
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The Restaurant Scene (Skit) - Three 6 Mafia
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Talkin' - Three 6 Mafia
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Sucks On D*** - Three 6 Mafia
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Stay High (Feat. Eightball & Mjg, Young Buck) - Three 6 Mafia
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Squeeze It (Feat. Lil' Wyte) - Three 6 Mafia
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Squeeze It - Three 6 Mafia
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Smoked Out - Three 6 Mafia
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Slippin' - Three 6 Mafia
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Side 2 Side - Three 6 Mafia
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Shoot 'em First - Three 6 Mafia
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Ridin' on Chrome - Three 6 Mafia
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Pussy Got Ya Hooked - Three 6 Mafia
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Pimpin And Robbin - Three 6 Mafia
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Pass That Junt - Three 6 Mafia
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Pass Me - Three 6 Mafia
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P.I.M.P. - Three 6 Mafia
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One Hitta Quitta - Three 6 Mafia
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My Own Way (Remix) - Three 6 Mafia
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Long Nite - Three 6 Mafia
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Live By Yo Rep (B.O.N.E. Dis) - Three 6 Mafia
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Like A Pimp - Three 6 Mafia
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Let's Plan A Robbery - Three 6 Mafia
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I Told 'Em - Three 6 Mafia
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I Ain't Goin (A Hustler's Theme) - Three 6 Mafia
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I Ain't Cha Friend - Three 6 Mafia
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H__s - Three 6 Mafia
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Gotcha Shakin - Three 6 Mafia
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Get Buck Muthaf***a - Three 6 Mafia
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First 48 - Three 6 Mafia
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Dope Boy Fresh - Three 6 Mafia
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Destruction Terror - Three 6 Mafia
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Crown Me - Three 6 Mafia
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Can I Get Paid - Three 6 Mafia
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Break Da Law '95 - Three 6 Mafia
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Be A Witness - Three 6 Mafia
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Back Against Da Wall - Three 6 Mafia
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Armageddon - Three 6 Mafia
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It's A Fight - Three 6 Mafia
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Cheefa Tha Reefa - Three 6 Mafia
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Where Is The Bud - Three 6 Mafia
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Chicken Head - Three 6 Mafia
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You Scared Part II - Three 6 Mafia
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Will Blast - Three 6 Mafia
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Liquor and Dat Bud - Three 6 Mafia
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Who Got Dem 9's - Three 6 Mafia
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Where Da Cheese At - Three 6 Mafia
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Where Da Bud At - Three 6 Mafia
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When I Pull Up At The Club - Three 6 Mafia
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Whatcha Know - Three 6 Mafia
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Fuck Dat Shit - Three 6 Mafia
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Weed, Blow, Pills - Three 6 Mafia
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Weed Is Got Me High - Three 6 Mafia
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Weak Azz Bitch - Three 6 Mafia
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We Are Waiting - Three 6 Mafia
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Try Somethin' - Three 6 Mafia
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44 Killers - Three 6 Mafia
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Trap Boom - Three 6 Mafia
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That's Right - Three 6 Mafia
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Tear Da Club Up '97 - Three 6 Mafia
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Take A Bump - Three 6 Mafia
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Swervin' - Three 6 Mafia
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Swerve In My Cup - Three 6 Mafia
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Some Bodies Gonna Get It - Three 6 Mafia
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Slob on My Knob (Pt. II) - Three 6 Mafia
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Slob On My Knob - Three 6 Mafia
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Side 2 Side (Remix) - Three 6 Mafia
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Shake My - Three 6 Mafia
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Shake Dat Jelly - Three 6 Mafia
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Roll With It - Three 6 Mafia
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Rainbow Colors - Three 6 Mafia
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Put Cha D. In Her Mouth - Three 6 Mafia
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Prophet Posse - Three 6 Mafia
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Poppin' My Collar (Remix) - Three 6 Mafia
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Poppin' My Collar - Three 6 Mafia
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Playstation - Three 6 Mafia
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North Memphis Area - Three 6 Mafia
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No I'm Not Dat Nigga - Three 6 Mafia
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Neighborhood Hoe - Three 6 Mafia
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N 2 Deep - Three 6 Mafia
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My Own Way - Three 6 Mafia
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Motivated - Three 6 Mafia
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Mosh Pit - Three 6 Mafia
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Money Didn't Change Me - Three 6 Mafia
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Medicine - Three 6 Mafia
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Lolli Lolli (Pop That Body) - Three 6 Mafia
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Knock Tha Black Off Yo Ass - Three 6 Mafia
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Jealous Ass Bitches - Three 6 Mafia
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I'd Rather - Three 6 Mafia
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I Got - Three 6 Mafia
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Hood Star - Three 6 Mafia
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Hoes Can Be Like Niggas - Three 6 Mafia
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Hard Hittaz - Three 6 Mafia
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Half On A Sack - Three 6 Mafia
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Ghetto Chick - Three 6 Mafia
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Fuck That Shit - Three 6 Mafia
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Fuck That Nigga - Three 6 Mafia
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Flashes - Three 6 Mafia
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Feel It - Three 6 Mafia
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Don't Violate - Three 6 Mafia
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Don't Make Me Kill - Three 6 Mafia
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Don't Cha Get Mad - Three 6 Mafia
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Doe Boy Fresh - Three 6 Mafia
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Dirty Bitch - Three 6 Mafia
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Click Bang - Three 6 Mafia
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Champions - Three 6 Mafia
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Blow a Nigga's Ass Off - Three 6 Mafia
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Beatem To Da Floor - Three 6 Mafia
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Anyone Out There - Three 6 Mafia
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Act Like You Know Me - Three 6 Mafia
(Lord Infamous)
I felt the need for the weed
The smoke of game
They set the cheese
Just for me
The (?) p-urity
The B to the U
Da da da D
The weed
Get me shotgun
Oh please
Oh please
Not chicken feet
The chicken weed
Pick out the seeds
The heat is hittin' me
Me need to cruise we gotta have it
Don't want to cabbage
We hate that babbage
Like savage
We we we wanna
The marijuana
Oh we gonners
Yo man I'm gonna
Go round the corner
Get right on ah ah ah ah sack
I need contact I need it bad
Some wackiness
Just just like that gon' crack yo neck
We weed a comin'
You move to slow take care of dat
Who got the hay
Who got the hay
What do they say
Across the street
I'm goin' crazy lookin' for the ink
I take a quarter
Fill it to the border of that bag
Where da bud at
Chorus
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
We looking for the bud
(Lord Infamous)
They call me lord Infamous
But you can call me Scarecrow
I need me some red hair
Chicken or some indo
And I need a couple of quarts of something
So I can get full
We smoke off the ink
We get blowed off the ink
We get fucked up
We takin' them hard pulls
You'll get a wiff
When you sniff up in the air
We smoke bud anywhere
Yeah bitch we don't care
Cause when we get the urge
To fire up some chronic
Manne a nigga must campaign
Couds up in the brain
Fool that cheefa got me hype
Oh me so hype dog
Blowin' so much bud
Fool cheefin' contacts off the fall
This shit is burnin' to quick
Fuck this little just a stroll
To the store
Get some cigars
Roll some Philly blunts
Damn fool
Ain't shit in the sack
Bust a fuckin' shit
I ned some more
Pure and I just can't fuckin' wait
Black let's go
Where da bud at
Let's go where da bud at
Let's go where da but at man
Chorus
DJ Paul he lookin' for the bud
Me Lord Infamous I'm lookin' for the bud
The fuckin' Juice manne he lookin' for the bud
My nigga named Koop he lookin' for the bud
Gangsta Boo she lookin' for the bud
DJ Jus Borne he lookin' for the bud
My nigga Crunchy Black he lookin' for the bud
Triple 6 Mafia we lookin' for the bud
[D.O.E. - Verse 1]
when the mic pop up im standing on up
my rhymeing skills kill im about to erupt
but when time proceeds i gotta do my deeds
that is spit the truth and it aint gone to be smooth
im a explode of the roof throw ya around in a loop
then im a ball you up and shoot you through a hoop
thats how i get down im a rap circles around these clowns
when i hit the towns the areans be shut down im a
give these fake rappers a pound then im a head down town and im a steal the kings crown im always home bound im like
a picther on a mound im fixen to thorw some boes and stomp on yo toes
the mack is back and im rad im a push on you just a tad
hit u down with a bat shoot you up with a gat u's a snitch
and a rat plus a bitch oh hell no here we go again
im already at cha home mutha fucka its on me n bow
gone bring the crome to ya dome hold on up this rap isnt
done or up im down for da A.L. and thats whats up im a bump my own musik ya still pushin a buick plus all yall rhymes reak smell like the shit from last week but when im in a whip i stain the leak ya know how we get down this yo boy doe holla at me fam.
[Juicy J - Verse 2]
The Three 6 is back
so bump this shit and put it back on the rack
we be ridin in the better caddilacs wit da candy
on them and the candy rims that a make ya limp this
yo boy juicy juciy J and i aint playin with no bitch
we gone flip her in a ditch and call it a night tip
hoe sucked on my dick and i aint payin for no rent
[Crunchy Black - Verse 3]
I was clean now im a beam
im a jump off like ima flea
im back boy holla at ya
[Dj Paul - Chorus]
whats going on hoe x3
The most known unknown the album, alota people question the title they wanna know what it means, Most Known Unknowns means that 3 6 mafia is known but at the same time they unknown, ya know what i'm sayin, niggas don't realize it, niggas in the streets realize it but the press and the industry don't realize, its cool, it is what it is I ain't gon talk ya head off imma drop these hits on ya play them classics:
where is the bud, where is the bud?
Slob on my knob like corn on da cob?
Tear da club up, Tear da club up
Push em up tear it up, Push em up nigga
Who Run it, who run it?
Playa why ya hatin, playa why ya hatin?
Sippin on some syrup, sip sip sippin on some
When I say weak ass you say BITCH
Let me,let me,let me feel yo toungue ring
It's my baby mama yee naw
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
I say BITCH get the fuck out my face
I'm ridin spinners, i'm ridin spinners and they don't stop
These bitches test my gangsta, these bitches test my gangsta
I'm from that Memphis Ten trick, who gives a what where ya from
We lookin fa them j-lo booties, big ol' ass round and fat let me squeeze
That one hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta
Who u fuckin with bitch, who u fuckin with bitch?
SHUT THE FUCK UP!!
SLOB ON MY KNOB LIKE CORN ON THE COB
CHECK IN WITH ME AND DO YOUR JOB
LAY ON THE BED AND GIVE ME HEAD
DON'T HAVE TO ASK DON'T HAVE TO BEG
JUICY IS MY NAME
SEX IS MY GAME
LETS CALL THE BOYS
LETS RUN A TRAIN
SQUEEZE ON MY NUTS
LICK ON MY BUTT
THE NATURAL CURLY HAIR
PLEASE DON'T TOUCH
FIRST FIND A MATE
SECOND FIND A PLACE
THIRD FIND A BAG TO HIDE THE HOES FACE
REAL NAME GROVA' I SAID BEND OVER
I STARTED TO KNOCK THEN CAME THE ODOR
SMELT LIKE MUSH
SHOULDN'T OF HAD A WHOOSH
TOLD HER TO STOP AND TAKE A DOUCHE
WHEN SHE DID THAT I DIDN'T WANT THE CAT
SO I BACKED OUT AND NEVER CAME BACK
(SUCK A NIGGA DICK OR SOMETHIN)4 TIMES
MY NIGGA D-MAGIC SAID HE HAD TO HAVE IT
I SAID JUST FORGET IT
ITS TOO CRABBY
KNOW A LITTLE FREAK IN HOLLYWOOD
SUCKS ON DICK
DOES IT REAL GOOD
SHE'LL GIVE YOU MONEY
FILL UP YOUR TUMMY
HOUSE FULL OF KIDS
PARENTS ALL STRUGGLIN'
ONCE HAD HER DOWN
BACKYARD GROUND HIT IT FROM THE BACK
ENJOYED THE SOUND
LAY UNDERCOVER ALWAYS USE THE RUBBER
TILL I GOT CAUGHT FUCKIN' WITH HER MOTHER
SHE BLAMED IT ON ME WE FOUGHT IN THE STREET
SHE PULLED OUT A KNIFE SO I HAD TO FLEE
CALLED UP THE BOYZ WENT TO HER HOUSE TRASHED THE WHOLE PLACE
THREW THE BITCH OUT
POLICE BUSTED IN WHERE THE NIGGAS AT
WE LEFT JUST IN TIME AND NEVER CAME BACK
ROLLED THROUGH THE HOOD WAVIN AT THE FREAKS WHO SNIFFIN ON THE ROCKS AND SMOKIN
ON THE GEESE
MADE ANOTHER STOP POLICE STATION
SAW A FEW COPS DROVE BY AND SPRAYED THEM
LICENSE PLATE NUMBER A NIGGA SAID HE SAW IT
Focus ALL THE TIME NEVER GET CAUGHT
"Slob On My Knob (Pt. II)"
(feat. Juicy J)
[Gangsta Boo]
Slob on my cat
Cause you know it's fat
Check in with me
And do that
[Juicy J]
Wait a second freak
I know you from the streets
My nigga Hurry T
Has seen you through his mean
They call you little red
The one who slobs on head
And drinks a niggas nut
Until you well and fed
To see what she's about
I creaped to her house
To catch her in her blouse
And see how big her mouth
She pulled me to her room
To get the fuckin soon
I didn't have a rubber
I fucked with two balloons
Lay on the bed
That's all she said
Her pussy has one problem
Twisted tight in streads
The fucken sounds were tunes
I fucked her with a broom
She rode it like a horse
The blood came rushing soon
When I seen that
I didn't want the cat
So I found out
And never came back
[Chorus]
Bloods on dick
Does it real good
Bloods bloods on dick
Does it real good
Bloods on dick
Does it real good
Bloods bloods on dick
Does it real good
[Juicy J]
My nigga D Magic
Had said he finally got it
The true and false blow
He said he had to have it
Know a little freak
In big ham
Licks up nuts
Like lickin stamps
She'll grant your wishes
Blow you freaky kisses
House full of G's
Freak horse bitches
Had the little freak
In my niggas jeep
Try to spit some game
To get her suck some meat
Lay on the cover
My natural hair she loved it
Stop bitch stop bitch
Please don't touch it
Took her trough some hoods
And let her hoe around
7 street 9 street
And street of walks and brown
Now she's in click
A pro on suckin dick
Until the rugged out
The bitch was smokin bricks
Straight trough the blow pipes
That's all she thought
Runnin from the rehab
Never got caught
South Memphis bitch
(32x)
Verse 1: Lord Infamous/Scarecrow
Now it is time to get rough wid the drama
Bit-ches you can not escape from the hun-ter
Evil, Scarecrow, dead folks, fell slow
Deep in my soul, blood on my clothes
Crim-inal hands and I must squeeze a weapon
Listen to sounds of the lead when we step-pin'
Infamous comes from the south territory
Listen to some of my deep money poetry
Circles of Triple 6 men smokin' ganja
Ri-tuals wid dead bodies on the furniture
So many soldiers are comin' to destroy ya
Six million sinister, satanic warriors
Is ill, will drill, will kill nina milli
Flame afilli I will fill thee enemy
Wid the five twenty slugs to the mug
One mo' trick in the mud
Quick, I want all my niggas in the south to say this shit
South Memphis Bitch
(24x)
Verse 2: Lord Infamous/Scarecrow
The loud thump, of the pump
Lock our trunks, in the fuckin' punks
Hyde Parkway, in this vicious sauce smoke a thousand blunts
My niggas over in Havana Hill, packin' plenty steel
All my niggas over in Claybert Homes, gangstas on the real
The Gardens, Herden Parkway, yeh and Fowler Homes
Texas Court, Gs cause in Mclemore they crackin' domes
Foot Homes, Lemont terrorist, in Riverside
South Memphis niggas ready for a fuckin' homicide
The Southgate, BellSouth Sea, Trick and Lauderdale
Snatchin' off the side of niggas heads wid the shotgun shells
Low View Heights, Kansas, Wellington, Cambridge
Tryna cross South Memphis man I swear you wish you never did
South Memphis motherfuckin' South, yeh that's what I said
The place where plenty playas, plenty murderers will bone that brig
When the smoke clears from the fire you will witness
All my niggas gettin' wild straight from fuckin'
South Memphis bitch
South Memphis bitch
(repeats 'til end)
(Crunchy Black)
And a partridge in a pear tree
(DJ Paul)
yo yo yo you just witnessed gift!
the new Three 6 Mafia
the Most Known Unknowns (uh huh!)
Please don't fuck this album up baby
Promote this bitch baby
I need that 'lil money
Please!(please)
It's goin down in stores now
We got 'Lil Wyte
Finally famous
Go get dat shit
It's goin down
Hot to death!('lil wyte in stores now!)
We got the Choices 2 movie and soundtrack
In stores now, go get dat
We got the new Frayser Boy album
Me Being Me
Came out a couple of months ago
So go get dat
Wit dat single, dat hit
I Got Dat Drink On Us
Its goin down
Comin up next
We got da new movie
The Clean Up Man us
Straight comin out
A first comin a fame
as foo's sit back smoke and drink
Till it is goin down
The Clean up Man
October, 2005
go get it
(2005 dey call me clean up man, nigga! get ya ass outta my pocket!)
Also in October 2005
The new album by Chrome
The new artist Chrome
C-H-R-O-M-E
Go get it, its jammin like a foos
Straight To The Pro's
Chrome, October 2005
(new artist Chrome)
Also the Crunchy Black solo album
I don't know when its gon come out
But it's comin out just keep lookin around
In stores...Liquor stores, an-and dope spots
You might find it
It's goin down
2006 is gon be a foo!
We got the brand new album
By Project Pat
A brand new album
you know i'm sayin
We got Choices 3
The return of Big Pat
A new movie
Choices 3 The Return Of Big Pat
You know I'm sayin
We got new artist Boogeymane
New album comin out (Boogeymane Raw!)
Another album by 'Lil Wyte
You know I'm sayin
('Lil Wyte New Album!)
A brand new Tear Da Club Up Thugs Album
(Tear Da Club Up new album! rap)
The new m-the next the other new movie
Streets Of Memphis
Filmed in the emfamous straight gangsta shit
Takin it back gangstas its goin down
(Streets Of Memphis, new movie is filmed in Memphis, Tennesse arwgh)
Cash And Checks which is been adveritsed and promoted
since '96 but it's goin down
man, we gon make it
Just ya know, keep ur fingers crossed
Get yo cash and checks (cash and checks)
And we got another Three 6 Mafia album comin out
Ya know i'm sayin ( A new one boy new one!)
And a brand new Hypnotize Camp Posse
Wit a new posse
Ya know i'm sayin (i know ya hatas love it!)
2006 i'm tryin to do all this man
I'm tryin to do all this shit this year man, next year
Or whateva fuck
It's goin down!
Hypnotize Minds!
YEAH!
(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SHAVA DOE!!!!
YEAH! WOOOOOHAWAYAOW! WOOOAWH! HAHAHAHhaHA!
hahahaha)
they call me lord infamous the muthafuckin scarecrow
this one is for all you bitches droppin off them pantie
hoes jocky ass hoes be lickin close up on a niggas balls
suckin on the niggidy nuts just like a muthafuckin halls y'all
you could lick this , bitches can't get with this
imaculate pro pimpin get the fuck up out thoes drawls trick
because the lord infamous got to keep all of these bitches
out workin the corner in these streets they be wishin to fuck
with this pimpin they trippin eventually run up your gone
my game is stronger keepin sluts on corners when i see
a fine ass thick junt i get up on her i know these bitches goin
diss these bitches blowin a nigga always scorin em'never
payin em'never owin'scarecrow wont give a materialistic
hoe a penny fuck that bitch she get this mixed up nigga
im keepin her penny
because these tramps will give up the guts my nigga no matter what
shut that talk up slut,dont want your guts just lick a niggas nuts
hook 2
tell me somthin bitch why do hoes like you be frontin
with the drawls knowin that you want a nigga to go up in
them pussy walls playin the funny roll knowin your lackin
on intelligence go and do a nigga up bitch i wont tell
your friends i thought it was this hoe its just you silly
little fuckin wench when i let you ass up little slut then
your ass could think why do it? i aint like that. bitch dont
give me that shit... too late now trick already got the dick
your on trial hoe welcome to the pimps court niggas like me fuck
hoes like your a sport adour a tramp hey bitch no way sluts like
you come along every day you want to be down with the scarecrow
better learn the rules sluts aint nothin to me mane they damn fools
you gotta do it whenever and no matter what shut ya'legs lil' slut dont want
ya' guts just lick a niggas nuts
hook- lick my nutz.lick my nutz
suck my butt. suck my balls
hook
Chorus X2: You like that?(I like that) You want that?(I want that).
Apple bottom booty, nice rack with a fat cat.
Dance like you dancin' on a pole(How you like that?)
Now dance like you dancin' on a pole(How you like that?)
Refrain #1: Come on, hang out with the Juice-man, cuz im yo nigga.
I can even last longa, and my pants is biggaa.
Ain't no choosy type dude, I'll take a dark skinna,
or that girl on BET, that be hostin' with tigaa.
It don't matta to a playa, cuz i'm icy to the toe,
and when I walk outside, i can jump up in the rolls.
I see ya dancin' in the club, like you strippin' off your clothes.
You need to hit me on my chur, cuz you allready chose.
Now can a man get choooose in these kinda cloooothes?
I run uo in the back, hoes dancin' on a pole
The bar's on me but just for my dogs
cuz a lot of these niggas be savin' they brawds
Look at every nigga tryna tip the bitch
and when she ain't payin' shit
you wanna whoop the bitch
So please listen to my words
it's 100% thug
Yo pimpin you can't take it
stay out the strip club
Chorus2x
I need a hoe...
2 get down and wont break baaack
and bring back dat of dat caaat
See i aint go be actin maaad
Cause she have to twurk dat aazz
you can bring it dead in yo baaack
You see i got a dank did daaat
See money dont grow too faaast
Dont think slow baby just think faaast
If i ws a dog wit it
Mane she poppin long wit it
Chrome Coleoin
Tryin to see
Can we all hit it
Hell yea i like dat
Standin wit ya nice rack
Apple Bottom booty
Wit the thong showin out of dat
Shorty shes a bad chick
Nothin like an average
On the real dog
Mane i think i gotta have it
Yea
Chorus4x
New Three 6 Mafia
Most Known Unknown
Its goin down
(music fade)
There's some cowards in this thang, if you see em point em out [4X]
There's some cowards in the HOUSE, If you see em point em out [4X]
[Juicy J]
Act like you know me, when I tell that I'm from the North
Act like you know me, when I ask ya let me hit the shorts
Act like you know me, if I holla and front ya boy a ki
Act like you know me, when I'm on the track in evergreen
Act like you know me, when you see the platinum on my wrist
Act like you know me, when you know that I done took yo bitch
Act like you know me, if you know that I been husslin'
Act like you know me, rock for rock the record business man
Act like you know me, if I pull the strap and bring the pain
Act like you know me, if you see me on them twanky thangs
Act like you know me, when that fire shit is all we smoke
Act like you know me, if I tell ya nigga hit this dope
Act like you know me, when I'm winnin in this dice game
Act like you know me, if I tell yo' hoe dont touch the grain
Act like you know me, if I tell you niggas bring it on
Act like you know me, point'n in yo face a fuckin tone
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul]
Act like you know me, cause I'm armed with guns and ready to bum
Act like you know me, cause I bring the war like Vietnam
Act like you know me, when you see me cruising were you lay
Act like you know me, cause with bitches I dont fucking play
Act like you know me, cause I'm super serious with this evil
Act like you know me, in my Regal - chrome desert eagle
Act like you know me, I hate say it but when I'm on some blow
Act like you know, I turn gorilla might rape a hoe
Act like you know me, I'm from straight fucking Black Hav.
Act like you know, that I bet that I blow that I aint afraid
Act like you know me, 'fore you say that on yo CD's
Act like you know, once before I caught you in THEM streets
Act like you know me, cause these bullets know no fucking name
Act like you know, I brought you in and take you out this game
Act like you heard of Triple Six is bout some bigger bussiness
Act like you heard if it's a murder, you can be the witness
[Lord Infamous]
Act like you know me, when you got pounds of the green dough
Act like you know me, when you want to hit the ski slopes
Act like you know me, when you got gallons of alcohol
Act like you know me, when you braking down the bowling balls
Act like know me, when you got a load of freak hoes
Act like you know me, when you got the pearl to touch her toes
Act like you know me, when I tell you that my name is Lord
Act like you know me, when I tell you Lord will cut your cords
[Crunchy Black]
Act like you know me, cause you know I like to wear black
Act like you know me, cause you know I like to tote a gat
Act like you know me, cause you know I pop up on ya set
Act like you know me, cause you know I came to get it wet
Act like you know me, cause you know you GOTTA call the cops
Act like you know me, cause you know the fucking blocks hot
Act like you know me, cause you know I took yo fucking spot
Act like you know me, act like you know me nigga, NOT
[Gangsta Boo]
Act like you know me, got you niggas saying I'm the shit
Act like you know me, when you see me with my fuckin clique
Act like you know me, when I creep and sneek up in yo house
Act like you know me, when you hear, I done cleaned the house
Act lke you know me, when I'm block'n cruis'n who she be
Act like you know me nigga, Gangsta Boo BHZ
Act like you know me, yo I'm real I'm trill, whatever nigga
Act like you know me, I be crazy lady, know that nigga
yeah nigga
the mother fuckin two time two time motherfuckin champions in this bitch
I got another motherfuckin gold plaque on the wall now nigga
now tell me what you think about that look me in my eyes
and tell me nigga bitch bitch bitch bitch hoe hoe hoe nigga
(background mixed through various parts of whole song)
drop em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast you'll be flying
we bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools
like thisssssssssss
now in my city its so real in my city its so fake
got some niggas that's gone play got some niggas that gone hate
got some niggas that's gone dis the treal niggas on the tape
but them the ones who want the streets so they start to evaporate
that's why them niggas ain't around no more
cause them niggas could sell no more
without the Hypnotize or the Prophet nigga you is no more
got plaques up on my walls
got twenties on my cars
keep coming like you coming and I'm gonna show you
I ain't fucked up bout no charge nigga
can you niggas feel my pain
catch me standing in the rain
holding on a rusty 2
bout to act a fuckin fool
is the 6 the devil though
make you wanna powder your nose
have you smoking hydro weed
satisfaction guaranteed
bucking wild and throwing signs
knowing these niggas done loss they minds
blame it on Coriddy and Ooh
when we cock them thangs and shoot
thinking somebody had seen my face
now I'm gonna catch a murder case
just gonna beat him round for round and leave him in the river
They try to
(we bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools)
hahaha y'all niggas still don't understand
nigga look around motherfucker look the fuck around you
and see who you see nigga all you see is me
Hypnotized C-A-M-motherfuckin-P bitch
come on come on keep it coming keep it coming keep it coming
so you wanna try a
nigga with the nine-a
creep up from behind ya
like the macarena
shoot ya in your spine-a
strap ya like a minor
patch out your hizead
slug bloody rized
staying on the low low
hating that's a no no
duck taping trick up
in the trunk you go go
you gonna shake and shiver
pain I deliver
kidnapping fools throw they body in the river
let get this on
you think I just piss off them fuckin sluts then a
the streets auto traffic gonna fuck you up but now
I had to tremble quick cause he bump with it
got some midgets in my clizick now I'm pimping bitch
my friends have brand new teams
twenties hundred ain't she motherfuckin funny
North Memphis come we catching everything and money
home at night keep my motherfuckin eyes open
cause last night I'm dealing with the fedz in the corner store
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
I locked em in the trunk
and dropped they bodies off
see cash in B.Z. you get that sawed off funk
point to your head and then left someone dead
then try that with thugs and be half out your head
see messing with me is like messing with the fedz
see messing with me is like being halfway dead
most niggas don't walk my path I done already laid
put 2 in the gun and flex so I won't be in that resting place
don't make me get ignorant, feel the incisions
I shall make fragments, daggerous dragon
poison and lashes, 2000 hazardous
can you imagine, me with the Magnum
fire breathing dragon, blow away the ashes
what the fuck happen, torture and trap them
Satan is digging, Scarecrow premonition
the world is ending, please make a decision
mayn fuck that shit
go get that bitch and throw her ass in my trunk
that infrared net be getting her head
she make more sounds and she dumped
where the fuck the evidence bitch
only heat for my witness
you think I'm playing what you saying
LaChat ain't bout her business
I tote my glock I keep it cocked
the .38 slug for a nigga
could be my brother husband cousin
fuck him I pull the trigger
got no remorse wont sympathize
ain't got no love in my soul
don't fuck with me know who I be
LaChat that murdering hoe
I got him running from my slugs wrath
niggas get they mugs snapped
licking shots from plastic glocks
you marinate in blood baths
ignorance leave my manner
silently concealed with Anna
hoe I pugulize your skull
and split it with the snipers scanner
insert the capping glock
gunpoint faster props
lock and load like master lock
and hit you for an aftershock
I'm a snake so meet your fate
compensate the paper chase
Triple 6 is running shit
corroborate and we make you wait
you's out there thinking we just bullshittin
about this shit gone whined up being
the very motherfucker with they wig split
laying there in the corner
that you cant just see me come out of
now you think a nigga still playing
bitch what's up cuz
like I always said
I'm gonna tell you once and ain't no more
I think I done made it clear enough
about how these ballers like the road
I ain't you hoe
Lil P don't mess with me when I get good and crunk
or you gonna find yourself locked in the fuckin trunk
Ah yeah, these hoes always talkin' bout' all the shit they got (??)
Dkny
And i'ma tell you what they do to get it, bitch
Watcha do, watcha do
Bitch don't play dumb
Stick out your tongue
And let me take a plunge
For plenty you don't have to suck your thumb
I got yum-yum
At night you have nice dreams
Bout' spices and ice cream
You look kind of fiesty
Your lips they entice me
Don't fight it, don't try to front like you don't like it
I can tell you get excited
I'm gon' spank it
Put your head up under the blanket
It's the tightest
A mafia, so play it to the triple 6 to the tre'
Until tonight lord infamous is on the entree
You niggas be killin' me
Say you'll never do me
But still you do it
Every time i turn around
You punk is in the booty
Is it hard to pick em' out
Hell na
I'm on the top of that
All real hoes know a nigga that lick on the cat
That's a fact
Niggas be one of the main ones doin' it
Come and eat a little punk ass nigga
Fuck screwin' it
Little peter pipter
These playas for the pussy eaters
Got you rock hard
After my nut you's a dick beater
Slob on my knob
Lke corn on the cob
Check in with me
And do your job
Lay on the bed
And give me head
Don't have to ask
Don't have to beg
Juicy is my name
Sex is my game
Let's call the boys
Let's run a train
First find a mate
Second find a place
Third find a bag
To hide the hoe face
It's bout 2-0-9
I'm ridin' viper tryin' to find somethin' freaky
Cause i think it's about that time
Me and my dogs
It's not about two balls
Now i need a big mout
For a dick and two balls
It's paul
Askin' with ya
Take face willy
165 pound, skinny nigga, beer belly
I'm bout' to take her to get it tight
From all of ya'll
No paper chasin' i'm in the ocean tryin' to catch some jaws
These bitches got me goin'
The feelin' of a warm mouth
Man i tell you bout' these hoes chewin' in the south
It's on
Once i get it alone i bone
A whole deep along but that's another song
We on the subject of these hoes, and they suckin' dick
Don't frown hoes
You the main ones don' it
Crunchy blac up in the bitch
I tell the truth dog
All these hoes goin'
Don't let em' foll ya'll
Yo, this is dj spanish fly
Live at the shake joint
And they shake the tooshie, watcha do
Three 6 mafia a worrrrrrrr....
See i be swanin' at a bitch
Like a nigga tryin' to hit a pinata
Ten niggas dicks
Up in your motherfuckin' stomach
Came across a dick
They got you grippin' up on your head
Buckin' on south spreadin' pussy
Fool it farted
Men, plaster fallin' up off the wass
While i'm fuckin' her like a dog
She constantly lickin' on my balls
All up on my dick
And on my nuts
It's just the best i be, rat tat tat tat tat had to watch how quickly
That bitch react
Yeah you stand the third house
Right beside the one with the gate
(??)
I'm gonna walk over there and knock on his door
(??)
*knock*
Nigga this is the heaven party
Nigga we got your tests back
You partyin' hoe
Chorus x8
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
(Juicy J)
Late last night lyin' in the bed
Eyes red
Thinkin' should I get these hoes
Thinkin' should get these hoes
Thinkin' should I but they head
Should a nigga plan a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my back
Fruck writin' rhymes
This is real shit not a track
Camouflage in the dark for the ones who act hard
The devil on my left side
The other side I'm God
Why do niggas talk shit
Never tryin' to stick together
Murder in the city streets
Make you fools feel better
So I just walk in a pace
Thinkin' of a case to get a bitch erased
Chrome to your fuckin' face
This an't no game nigga
My finger is on the trigger
Your time is runnin' out
My conscious say I gotta get em'
Is there a way that a nigga can escapre from hell
I fuck em' up with the mosberg buckshell
Bitch
Chorus x4
(Gangsta Boo)
Once I step up to your door
I'm lettin' all you bitches know
Point blank range to your skull
No love in me hoe
Once I get that shit
That plan in my head is to get richer
Sittin' back countin' motzerella cheese
That's the picture
What's up, do you wanna come
And compete against this lady
This lady stayin' scandelous
I'm talkin' bout' crazy
Comin' like the NAZI
Kickin' in the doors for your shit
Never ever hesitate
Stay about my profits bitch
I don't give a fuck about
What you sayin' the police know
They don't really know me
All them folk is Jane Doe
Comin' to your soon
So beware of this gangsta shit
Enough has been said
Got you scared so I'm endin' this
(Koopsta Knicca)
See I done built me a two story house up on a rock
I done slept in the dark
And my clothes since a clock get my pocket full nalvy
Bitch, count my head and sense
I got that whole wide world in my hand
Spin that ten as a trill rock
Still for that bill
Hard to kill motherfucker
Koopsta mentally ill
Still (??) in my face and bitch best not say shit
I'm yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick
Quick, quick , quick hold all my power
Stayin' blastin' bitch dip into a crystal rub
That tough I've been seen his face, face thinkin' nigga
Fest for he wishes than just vanity
In my pit with the deadlock on bitch and I'm peekin' now
Them niggas bustin' all over the whole ceilin'
Chorus x2
(Lord Infamous)
Checkin' us out while tap on the door
Kickin' them down hit the floor
Innocent victims are shuttin' their door
Leavin' all drippin' in bloody war
Run in the hallways look in the room
Soakin' away them bloody pools
Check for the posse they hidden up there poped
With a pillow case uder their tools
Will it be a bulet behind their ear
Don' want no moaning
No tears, telephone cords
I took out that wall
No one could stop all the terror in here
From the five foot five slut doggin' alcoholic man
Enchanted door kickin' evil nigga
Named Lord Infamous
Nigas what I knowledge do not
recognize the ultimate to you into trouble
With kona kula serious draggin' dead bodies in back of my grey
Chevrolet on the way to send her many
With a bombing in a bouqet
(DJ Paul)
I just can't stop
I keep on loading my gun
I can't be seein' masta stopa
Till I fill and I come
Cause I ain't no sitcom
YOur head com
Fool happy being
Flag on my face
So no identityl they seein'
Your enemies me and a
Six double double six bitch ya bein'
Face to face with the forty bitch
One (??) a fast comes tryin' to scare to the trigga hoe
Forty four in the middle being your life sayin'
I'ma suckin' let this Ruga go
It ain't no dead line
Cause they don't love but plenty hate
When I come at you hoe
I'ma take this mask up off my face
We ain't gonna ring the door bell
Just a couple of knocks
who it be your presence your
Fuckin' heart heart gonna stop
Cause we gone
Chorus x3
Three Six Mafia, you scared 2003 six is goin down
[Intro]
You scared hoe
what what what
You scared hoe
what what what
You scared hoe
what what what
Kickin in the door I make
them bitches hit the floor
for keys
(rpt 2x)
[Verse 1]
Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up
Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up
Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up
Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up
Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up
Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up
Means I bees the first up on the block i guess to rack it up
Pocket full of stones oh boy i gotta track it up
Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up
But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me wanna keep it up
Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up
Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough
Wishin I could rob me a bank but i ain't theif enough
I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough
That is bout the time i get my back then i need it up
Time to find another boy time i gettin a rita
[Chorus]
I think i got them scared
I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch you scared
I think that they scared of me
I think i got them scared
I think that they scared of me
Kickin in the door I make them
bitches hit the floor for keys
(rpt 2x)
[Verse 2]
Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots
Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock
Stand infront of your house im bout to buck you cowards on the spot
Heard you talkin loud at the tuff i guess to gang your pops
Man this ain't no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch
Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop
What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block
The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off
Pass me the gun i take the handle then saw it off
Bust in the bank and make you faint before i knock it off
Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law
I see them fuzz i see we won cause i won it all
So fucken scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh
But we don't care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall
Buckin you blastin you watch you splatter on the fucken wall
(rpt chorus)
[Verse 3]
Creepin carefully through the street because it very real in the field
Ain't no love for pity ain't nobody cut you no deal
Everyone i know they do whatever just to get a meal
Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal
Careful of the company you keep everyone a treal
Cause when robbas mobbas double jaw just to bust appeal
You got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field
Guess what i don't hang around the brothas so so mass a gil
Crunchy Black in this bitch im bout to bring the pain
Ain't no gang in my slang do you understand
Mess with me then your messin with the grownest man
Where im from from the slum niggas shootin a thang
On the run now you see me in the papers man
They was tryin to stop a nigga from doin his thang
Cant ya mug is the song that im singin man
Hypnotize got me gold diggin for the chain
Chorus - Yeah, they done fucked up, cuz a playa's on the scene. If you wanna cross the ground, time for the beat down. Paul with the 45, shoot em in his fuckin' guts. I wanna blow trigga man back to yesterday.
feat. Tear Da Club Up Thugs, T-Rock
[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah
HC mutha fuckin P nigga
Hypnotized mutha fuckin Mindz bitch
For you mutha fuckin rinky dink records up out there
Ya'll know who ya'll is, there's a bunch of you mutha fucka's
DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass niggas
T-Rock rock that shit fo these (?)
[Verse 1: T-Rock]
My house of representitives, be A town assassins
That'll cause a riot in any shape form or fashion
Run up in your grill, when attention who we blastin'
Now woo now we presidental thing, cause you was flashin'
We some alcoholic niggas, we cause depression'
A-tech in this mobb, niggas mashin' for cashin'
Amazed what we see the crooked police harassin'
All because we makin' cheddar other clicks are lackin'
Down for the cause, where you haters wanna brawl
Got my back against the wall, Hypnotized Camp I call
We some treal figgas', drug heal niggas, makin' (?) quicker
Livin' in the world where it's hard not to kill niggas
Enemies is layin', unless they hold in tight them brain cells
Sacraficein' every chick that they can make, because of fame mama
Clean till I'm gone, like I'm ridin on the chrome
Shakin' all the playa haters, soking knowledge in my dome
[Chrous: DJ Paul] x2
Little Ass Boy You Gone Hear This And Feel Me Smilien In My Face But Chu
Really Wanna Kill Me
Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
Little Ass Boy You Gone Hear This And Feel Me Smilien In My Face But Chu
Really Wanna Kill Me
Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
[DJ Paul]
Ohhwee it's gettin' hot up in here
You mutha fucka's learned some technique yet nigga
I start this shit...changed the beat up
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Get back from me nigga here come lord your fuckin' nemesis
Back on your premisices, remember what I left on bitch
You hoes can't take me, you can't fake me
you can't make me, you can't break me,
Always shady, and I leave yo weakass (?)
I got no fears and no pain in my veins mayn
I been insane coming free in the black rain
You wanna step up to the mayn, well put yourself in danger
I'm like the ranger from the west and obsessed with anger
I hear the room was from consumers and this shit is funny
The niggas talkin' shit, it's niggas who ain't got no money
They make a sale off fuck a grip they askin never again
They make a sack a stick to bitch they askin never stick
They make a sack to spit this gangsta shit they'll never spit
So walk up faking feel the shackin' drowning in fuckin' piss
Trick yo' gossip, your like fossets so I let you leak
Lord is elitein' now I beat you like a hoggy beat
[Chorus] x1
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Mayn you bitches got problems, let it be known hoe
This whoadie gone solve 'em, when it be one who
Fucking round wit grown men
That Hypnotized Camp
HCP we got that pump, cut up your fuckin' neck
Man I'm glad these niggas gonna the fuck up out the Posse Songs
Now I'm smilin in an (?) ridin on chrome
Singin'...No new niggas in our click we thick, we rich, we glist, we been
down for years
[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
I done been up on your corner, I done smoked up all they weed
I done hold down with your killas, I done corner them for there g's
Niggas talkin' bout yo ass, say you ain't nuthin but a bitch
Say you always claimin killa, but for real you suckin' dick
Yeah it's funny how it is to see a nigga in a thong
Get them glocks with the pop, you gone break yo ass and run
I ain't fuckin' wit yo kind and I ain't got no point to prove
Let yo legs move be a mutha fuckin best move..bitch
[Chorus] x1
WOLF, WOLF!
All you want, run your mouth in the street
But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me
I don't give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep
But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me
Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped
If crunk was a .44 this be the pump
Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump
'Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump
So rush them to the left, push them to the right
Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight
Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg
Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads
Rush 'em up, push 'em grab 'em and slam 'em
Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer!
Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch
I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch
We ain't satisfied 'till a nigga leave paralyzed
Underground out warning out it's the Hypnotized
Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic
Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage!
What the fuss about?
Is it cause a nigga got dough?
What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes?
Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey
Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money
In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack
Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts
Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks
This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back"
If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad
If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad
If I get your brains blow out, then they crying
TV's as they bump off in the rear, then they dying
I close a lot of doors
I pimp a lot of whores
I fuck your main gal and she's down on all four
I'm straight from the North
I'm down to the core
It's in my fucking veins, and it sweating out my pores
They never take me alive, I'm getting high with my .45
Stash in my ride, watching haters in they eyes
I rather go in a blaze then be taken by some bitches
I seem I'm doing better since I got away from snitches
I'm the rawest, quick the break the lamest
Really all they saw is how quick I broke his rawest
Your dog DJ Paul AKA the K.O.'Em (Memphis)
Slap naggers in they mouth cause they act like women
We out the fucking frizame, we're off the fucking chizain
I keeps me a tone, don't you dare step to me mane
I lives in the south where them thugs outta control
You look off in they mouth you see a whole lotta gold
I love to load clips, I love to shoot guns
I love to load bullets in they back when they run
These niggaz talk shit around they click just for fun
Who run it [15]
These bitches ain't runnin'(runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
These niggaz got plenty ammo, but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm bustin' out of these cars, got the hoes on the run
I'm hearin' plenty of words, but ain't no actions to boot
We can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin' and movin'
We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this rain
I can pop your chest, blast the glock, or pop your jaw diamond ring
Bitch don't hate me hate the bank, or snatch the G's that I take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate
See people flip when I'm comin', got some of 'em sick at the stomach
They wonder what I brought in, they wonder what I got comin'
Niggaz I'm comin' like this, off in your mouth like a bitch
Test me when you think I'm in, I'm bringing water, I'll start it
What's this
It's that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank
Always have to mention my name, when you high on that drank
Catch you with this boy you can't, cause you know I'm holdin' rank
When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it make you faint
Through the streets now have you heard, out the Mafia droppin' birds
Runnin' from the nazi cops, tossin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel
If you wanna punk me out, pop these niggaz in they grill
I can't take any more, I'm bout to explode
I'm bout to overload, I'm bout to kill boy
All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the Ki's at
Keep it easy, you don't want to get speedy
All on this motherfuckin room, nigga boom
Get on your back so we can get up soon
Stab you in your heart with a har-fuckin-poon
Nigga boom, nigga boom
Scarecrow's on it, I'm still hungry, stoppin' for a platinum supper
Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass set'll be eating rubber
Casue if they skit-skat, gun 'em all down, even ghost towns
Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round
Ball bat, bash him in his back, beatin' bitches down
Battle like blaze from the cross, that he never found
Catch a close encounter from the anarchism of these A-bombs
Chemical reaction cause the venom shot in to his arm
Here we go, all you weak ass hoes
In my face like you my friend
Triple Six dropped in again, time to make ends
Dope game , my game, hoes lame, it's a shame
How that Gangsta Boo is runnin' the click up on you bitches man
Fat cat, what I be, packin' how you love that
Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at
(Blap, blap) We dare them to stack it for 10 G's
(Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my P's
Parents beware, watch out for your children
This the one that'll lock 'em in the basement
Some of them talkin' so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa
Cause the fuckin' all my niggaz, Koopsta tryin' to tell ya somethin'
Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Koopsta Knicca
Lord, I done some sins, cause she married, but I don't know that nigga
Figured he is a killa, so he figures he'll watch us fuckin'
Chorus
I represent where them killaz hang
(Lord Infamous)
The ganja I'm chokin'
The laws'll get broken
The pussies are open
The killas is scopin'
The (?) is smokin'
Is bloodily soakin'
The Scarecrow
The sicker
The Snizote I'm locin'
We up in the attic
My victim in panic
They try to get franic
Got blowed off the planet
They don't understand it
Soldiers can't stand it
That's how I planned it
Fuck you goddamnit
My automatic
Ready for static
Blastery tragic
Have you in plastic
Way my mind be twisted
Got me itchin' gotta have it
Niggas want to approach Lord Infamous
But I am loco I will blow
Your head off your shoulders
(Project Pat)
Mister murderer robbers
Niggas with some charges
You fake mothafuckas
We gonna finish what you started
Yo heart is a nigga set
Bitch you best ah have a gat
Smoke a nigga
With that trigga
Memphis nigga Project Pat
I'm down like the Kamakaze souldier on a killin' spree
Once we get into it dog
You gonna have to murder me
Who I be
I'm hidin' in the bushes layin'
Push us to the ground
Ghetto clown
Off your blood you shall drown
Chorus
(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not today
Now the koopstas off the streets
Only real G's close to me
He's (?)
People sayin' folks
Tryin' to take me as a joke
But this pimp shit bitch
Can't go I ti-zook all of you hoes
Loadin' up my mind
Daily fuckin' my patience
Runnin' from my visitations
Just the coo fool can ya face me
Claim to be my friend
When ya takin' a second look
I guess it's on then
Big bizness bitch
No money on my book
Manne this shit is hectic
So I'm callin' up to got
Me and my charge partna booga
He's a rapper down with us
Party (?) 17's where I dwell
Stale (?) on my shelf
I'm fellin' as if I'm in hell
Yea soon I be bailed
Pale well if it's swell
Triple platinum with the (?)
Deja Vu fuck when I left
Oh me isn't this a binitch
Please excuse me for my frenech
But you writin' all these lyrics
If ya hear me then ya feel me
Chorus
(Crunchy Black)
In the hood where I dwell
And I dwell real well
For you playa hatin' ass bitches
Manne you might as well burn in hell
When you smell the aroma
>From them blunts when I hit corners
Don't you duck
Don't you dodge
Cuase it's only gonna be
Murder murder on my mind
Leavin' blank in the pass
When you drop that fuckin' glass
Manne I bet'cha I kill yo ass
Nigga pop with the glock
In a pine fuckin' box
Don't you try to call the fuckin' cop
Cause a nigga ain't gonna stop
(Project Pat)
Shootin', cappin', jack and chill
Lettin' you so calleds know the deal
Hollow tips yo ass gonna feel
Roll yo dice bitch and you real
Fuckin' with the click, the crew, the clan
You gon' recognize
G's swangin' out they trees
Have you stankin' with the flies
Cries comin' up out yo mouth
But they muffled by the tone
When I pull the trigga back
You enter the enternal zone
Southside killas
Always stayin' strapped with them thangs
Project Pat
Memphis, Tennessee
Where them killaz hang
Chorus
Yeah i see you pussy niggas (i see ya)
I see all yall pussy niggas (i see all you f**ken niggas)
Checken us out and shit(yeah)
Nigga always wanna hate on mutha f**ken nigga(always f**ken haten)
Cause a nigga got theses hoes (know what I'm talken about)I got em all
Got these five golds in my mouth(yeey know)
Im smoken that good weed
And i got plenty of mutha f**ken money(f**k nigga)
Chrous x2
Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at)
Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at)
Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at)
Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at)
Project pata pistol packa skull craka
In the vip buying goose like a choppa
Green smoka purple cush blunt rolla
Always needen change I'm a big face folda
Dope holden 44 is enforcen
A punk tried me once left him headless like a horsemen(horsemen)
Watcha lookin at boy as I'm walkin by
in the club in my face bout to blow my high
pop the pill why you mugen and I'm grooven
unless you wanna die my nigga keep it movin
Cause we shoot first and ask questions later
Had your skull leaking like a busted tomater
Chrous x2
Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at)
Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at)
Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at)
Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at)
Every body in my click we dra- a -ank
Every body in my click got ba -a -ank
Everybody in my click we ba -a -all
Gold teeth niggas comin strait from no -o -orth
Every day we hustlin just like rick ro -o -oss
Every day we strugglin and every day we snu -u -ull
These niggas can't f**k my hood we de -e -eep
The last thing youll see is the bottom of my fe -e -eet
Now let my fame begin I'm born and breed up in the city of sin
The dirty dime know that memphis ten
where my niggas get doe stuffed it right up their nose
Take the cush break down sprinkle it sacred loads
Where the homies ride high with the bump (eveerp) back
sometimes might ride with a body (eveerp) back
when we clinked in the club outside aint jokin
In the parkin lot our guns (eveerp) broken (broken)
Chrous x2
Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at)
Whatcha starin at i aint mirror(whatcha lookin at)
Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at)
Whatcha starin at nigga watcha starin at(watcha starin at)
'Cause bitch we shoot 'em first
We don't ask questions later
We're Triple 6, Triple 6 fuckin' haters
And it's on if you niggaz
Wanna bring it to the door
To you cowards in my face
I'm a treat you like a hoe
Since you niggaz talkin' shit
About the dirty dirty six
Lemme see if you can bump out
And be featured on a hit
Radio the love my songs
Ballin' niggaz love my thongs
If you wanna go to war
I suggest you bring it on, nigga
I ain't no little girl
I been down in the streets
Remember me Hillcrest
Nigga reppin' BAZ
Shoot a finger fuck a spot
Niggaz drop, niggaz drop
But everybody in the club
Lookin' hard nigga he ain't hot
We be cold froze wrists
Got you bitches in a blitz
Mad 'cause I be hanging 'round
Them niggaz in the triple six
Bitches wanna say this
Bitch I ain't stuntin' you
I be on the charts blowin' up
Bitch look at you
Niggaz be mad
Actin' like some fuckin hoes
If you can't stand the truth
Nigga keep your eyes closed
DJ Paul, Juice Man
Crunchy Black, Lord Imfamous
I'm the one
Mrs. Crazy lady Gangsta Boo bitch
Niggaz talk shit
Well they might as well talk shit
Talk this
When I bring that fuckin' chalk bitch
And put your body in a body bag or somethin'
And drop your bitch ass off in a river my cousin
You should've never played the dozens
With a nigga like me
It be C fuckin' B
And I'm hard to be
Niggaz talk a lot of shit
But I promise you dog
I'm a blast at your ass
And let the gun revolve
Niggaz always tryin' to be real hard
Niggaz always tryin' to pray to God
When they got their ass caught up in some bullshit
And that's some bullshit
You gotta finish it
You gon' remember this
Ain't no game I play
Poppin' shots at your ass
With the A fuckin' K
Nigga watch what you say
When you talkin' to me
Nigga watch what you say
When you talkin' to C
Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit
My arteries pump acid
I love to pop that plastic
Life is filled with maggots
Nigga I let you have it
With automatic havoc
While faggots ride or tag it
Boy I'm psychopathic
Milli clips big rappin'
What I got for a mackin'
For funeral compassion
Better close that casket
When I hit for that stackin'
Wanna know the business
Stay out my fuckin' business
Gossip like some bitches
But y'all no competition
Better pay attention
I'll cook you like a kitchen
Diss and leave you missin'
And on a murder mission
Critical condition
Got plenty ammunition
Don't need to catch you slippin'
I'll fuck you up lil pimpin'
Lord have mercy hurt you with verses
Got you puntas rollin' in hearses
Hate the six we got platinum plus a
Your shit on shelves collectin' dust a
[Chorus]
We ain't playin wit you ho, we ain't playin wit ya
We ain't playin wit you ho, we ain't playin wit ya
We ain't playin wit you ho, we ain't playin wit ya
You violatin, hatin niggas we will kill my friend
(Gangsta Boo)
Tell me, tell me why you, why you wanna come against da Boo
I'll be, I'll be ready to take the world world coming soon
To an end, make a nigga bend, take up out yo shit
Spin yo Benz round and round again circles on you tricks
Ms. Bitch, Gangsta Boo, whateva call it how it come
If you come the wrong way at you baby come a gun (pow pow!)
Smokin' bitch why you at my crib you know how it go
I don't fuck with you no more than after parties at a show
Diamonds on my wood as I take yo hood straight through a storm
BHZ my hood nigga known for makin' bitches run
Tell yo folk, get yo bitches, I...hate you like I hate the f-
I be getting hi... tryin to level out you bitches I...
Still gonna keep it real, still gonna get a deal
Still got my niggas looking trill with the gold grill
Dirty Dirty south represent it mothafuckin baby
Gangsta Boo da lady represent the hypnotize baby
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
(Gangsta Boo)
Whatchu wanna do with this
Do you wanna see me get buck with the quick-en-ess
Put it down on you clowns fast
Is you wit it bitch, be da past bitch
I'm the only bitch that's doin it, baller hat fit
On my head, is you wit it mane
Cardial frames on my face, can you dig it mane
Let you down mane like a pilot in a crashing plane
I'm da main bitch in da click, bringin plenty pain [what a damn shame]
Brought da flame to da hydro, hit it hit it slow
Wanna 'bow, watch da water flow, blew up in this ho
Tryin to tell you what you wanna know
Now you fuckin knows like a pro, is you wit it though, yeah you wit it
Baby lady in da s-ski getting money
You be looking real bummy, kinda dummy
You think I wont leave you bloody and muddy
Real chick from da southside of da uni-verse
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
(Koopsta Knicca)
For you niggas with that anna, actin if you got some drama
Ask up, my dick right in you bitches baby mommas
See what ??? up da butt or will I kill da other bitch
What kinda skinny tell me can I flex and kick it
Since you think I'm jokin now you tryin to pull you blow
Once you waste the freaky slut the first thing they gon say is 'What?'
Oh how you get da chewin so to me it's just ridiculous
With the tat RIP on her tity, fuck that nigga was he an escape convict
Shit let me hit it got yo peep out for da stab
I fuck her like a boxer what and wet ya wit an upper-cut and then a jab and
I ain't playin why you have some babies by dem hos
Was he walk straight on my porch or did he go straight out the window
Was cold, Oh no, blast that ?tec? and made her holla
I be swingin at a bitch like a nigga tryin to hit at pinada
Screamin 'stop it' take my dick up out her clit
We be chattin in yo face and be laughin like we never did shit
[Chorus] - repeat 'til fade
Bitch I dont Fuck around Ill put your ass on the ground
Bitch I dont fuck around Ill put your ass on the ground
Bitch I dont fuck around Ill put your ass on the ground
Bitch I dont fuck around Ill put your ass on the ground
Bitch I dont fuck around Ill put your ass on the ground
Bitch I dont fuck around Ill put your ass on the ground
Bitch I dont fuck around Ill put your ass on the ground
Bitch I dont fuck around Ill put your ass...
Time for the Juice Manne, To go Insane!
Time for the juice Manne. To go Insane!
Time For the juice Manne, To go Insane!
Time For the Juice Manne, To go insane!
Time for the juice!
Get da fuck away, Get da fuck away, Get the fuck away from me Hoe!(8x)
Stomp motherfucka, Stomp Motherfucka, Stomp(8x)
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away , get the fuck away from me Hoe!(8x)
Bitch I dont Fuck around Ill put your ass on the ground (8x)
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away, get the fuck away From me Hoe!(4x)
Chorus:
If you niggaz ain't scared, throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air, throw yo setts in da air
If you niggaz ain't scared, throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air, throw yo setts in da air
Cause we some killa ass niggaz
And we don't give a fuck
We come to break the fuckin laws
And tear the fuckin club up
Cause we some killa ass niggaz
And we don't give a fuck
We come to break the fuckin laws
And tear the fuckin club up
[Gangsta Boo]
I think I finally have located the gates of death
Lie awake at night, to hatch my evil plans, I find myself
Stumblin through the dark, up against the fuckin verge of sin
Bodies in my yard, oh my god, them demons came again
People don't you worry cause the Devil's Daughter got a plan
Ho, eternal burnin you in half if you don't comprehend
Understand this shit a gansta bitch is sayin to ya dawg
Lock you in the truck, mob through the night within a mist of fog
Never fear a nigga callin himself a killa, what's up trick
Boy you claim you so goddam buck wild with that weak ass shit
Chillin at the hideout, smokin out not worried bout a thang
Ballin through Black Haven, deep as hell in that suburban, man
Always watchin my back
Cause niggaz will jack you for your fuckin shit
?Female? I am, but don't give a damn
If I split some busta bitch's wig
Three 6 Mafia niggazz includin 1 female
That's bumpin so hard on you hoes
The only ones talkin that shit is DJ-less niggaz
And all playa hatas you know
Chorus
[Juicy J]
Comin from the darkness of the cut of North Memphis bitch
Killas from the evergreen, guards we don't set trip
For my niggaz doin time 201 for the crime
Let's get in the gangsta line and throw the Funkytown sign
I'm on that other level, a coffin and a shovel
?Fly? down to put yo ass, before you meet the Devil, the metal
Penalties I pay by punk ass opponents, I practice pain
Juiceman no gain, but I slang that thang that keep ???
[D.J. Paul]
I'm steady scopin out these nothins, that be actin like a bitch
That be actin like a ho
That be actin like a muthafucka busta
That wants no more of the 3-6 Mafia, trizack-wizack niggas
Come and feel these triggas, ya figure ya bad
Bellin out Black Haven but I double dem bucks in yo ass, instead
Triple muthafuckin 6, in the muthafuckin ?pl-zay?
For the n-zine decade
Nigga didn't hear me do, but a muthafuckin click
In somebody's y-zard he laid
Where the niggaz in the club?
Where the niggaz in the streets ain't down with us?
Man, say a few prayers
G-Ds, V-Ls, cr-zips, bl-zoods, all niggaz throw yo setts in da air
Chorus
[Lord Infamous]
When the biblical stories were written
They left out the one they call Lord Infamous
Because the horror he possess, was one of a magnificence
He was set up, then loosed, look for suddenly mortal killing
He was set to lead the world into unholy acts of sin
The architect of hell
And inventor of the six interior decorator
Of chambers of eternal punishment
I'm the one that lit the furnace to the flow that burns forever
Supervisor of the torture, Lord, have mercy?
Not me, never
I'm clever with corruption of the Seven Seas and continents
The money shit, the blunt is lit, the bong is hit, astonishin
Watch the world, I crumble it, watch heaven, I rumble it
Knockin Scarecrow out of heaven for he did the Devil bitch
Holdin angels hostage in the basement of Hell Chapel
The only nigga ever to set heaven up for a fuckin ?gaffold?
The Devil fever flowin through the fire hemisphere
Evil niggaz throw yo setts in da air
If you dare
16x: Throw yo setts in da air
-Ah yeah, 3-6 Mafia runnin this, ho. Playa hatin just don't hear me,
though. Nigga got a muthafuckin problem with the clan, step back into
this muthafuckin devil click if you can, nigga. Prophet Entertainment
runnin this shit for the 9-5, to the 9 triple 6. It's like this, Joe.
Fuck you local ass bustas cause we got bigger blunts to smoke. On that
nationwide example, muthafuckas.
In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers
formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds - they're asking if you have any
leads or any information about where these rappers may be
Please contact 528-CASH
[Hook: Juicy "J" - repeat 2X]
Yo mami an yo pops man they 'bout to find yo body
The snitcher and the cops man they 'bout to find yo body
The ambulance and morgue man they 'bout to find yo body
Lay out on the floor man they 'bout to find yo body
[Crunchy Black]
One, two, here I come foo
Three, four, kickin' in the door
Five, six, rob a nigga quick
Seven, eight, get away straight
Throughts cut guns shot, wounds broke bones
Plagues diseases warclones and ozones
Playa depleting, go a heating, west now
Everynight on the news under the murder trails
[Project Pat]
He grew up as a rowdy motha fucka, he didn't give a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a doh to kick
Grown watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there your nigga down to make some fizz
[DJ Paul]
From the uterus to the funerals
I'ma keep my crown
Bitch I ain't from England
But my money still come in pounds
Lost a couple of members for the better
Still we hold it down, meet up on the
Bees on the ground from a .40 round put 'em down
[Hook 2x]
Artist: Three 6 Mafia f/ Project Pat
Album: Choices The Album
Song: They Don't Fuck Wit U
Typed by: Flaco520@hotmail.com
(DJ Paul) [Intro Repeat 2X]
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
(DJ Paul) [Verse 1]
I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest
Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X
Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up
In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts
Bitch where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in'
Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin'
Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life
[Verse 2] (Juicy J)
Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around
Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro
Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow
If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed
(Chorus 2X)
They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
[Verse 3] (Project Pat)
Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya
Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest
No understandin', Projects the greedy, ya could be next
I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ???
No hesitatin', I come out buckin' so watch the nine
Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness I know you straight
I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate
[Verse 4] (Lord Infamous)
Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air
Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player
I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers
Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares
I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair
All in my bizness, God is my witness I don't even care
Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah
Repeat Chorus 2X
[Verse 5] (Koopsta Knicca)
Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin'
Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bitches than London got bridges
Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well
Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it
Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders
[Verse 6] (Crunchy Blac)
My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends
He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane
And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga
Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up
Repeat Chorus 2X
(Til fade)
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown
The End is an instamental.but i have word's to it.Triple six is talkin shit but you ho's about to die,let's see if you still rap fast when i pull yo'toungue out yo' stomach.
Chorus
Tear da club up nigga tear da club up
(DJ Paul)
This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that shit
The Three 6 show no love we quick to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe
Kinda down or not
I'm rollin with tha fool Crunchy and we got them glocks
Backed up by da 4 5 and the 38
You wanna take this click to war
Fool it'll be a mistake
Chris bring the mossberg with the slugs and shit
We got some graves for ya body already dug and shit
Infamous grab the cali with a 100 rounds
Koopsta load da tech and blow dem bastards down
Juice wit the two 9's like a nigga name Shae
On the move we shoot 'em up so hard they feel the pain
I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis where the shit is so thick
When at the club we got so bucked we try to tear up sum shit
Gangsta Boo da gangsta bitch wit the 357
Our main goal in life is an opposite heaven
Triple 6 bitch!
Chorus
(Lord Infamous)
Deadly
We should begin to come close to da killa dimentions
Niggas get lynchin' from the Triple 6 anti-christians
May I mention
The slugs I steadily blast cause im unmerciful
Bullets that bombin' an enemy nigga
See death is unreversable
Hardness is your fantasy
Death is not fiction on you bitches
Fuck around and find you wannabe ass out with the morticians
Executions style buck in yo head while ya beg on yo knees
Await till you bustas lay deadin' the mourg and chillin' in cold freezers
Teflon and the tradin' an the penalties that leave punishment
Then me and my Triple 6 are gonna blow an ounce of blue hair trick
I could give a fuck less bitch im glad that you dead and gone
Three 6 Mafia sign out names on niggas fuckin' tombstones
Memphis is the fuckin city where Lord Infamous loves to bail
And just like I said before
Bitch come with Me to Hell
Everybody in this you niggas know what's up
Lemme see can all you muthafuckas tear dis club up
Chorus
(Juicy "J")
Tear da club up nigga tear da club up
All these playa hatas in the club got us fucked up
Yes
I'm the nigga with them two 9's ready to blast
When I pull em out ya muthafuckas betta haul ass
Paul thowin' chairs in tha air
Koopsta locin' up
Fly takin' cash from yo ass
Mr. Stick em up
Fuck da damn sucurity
Fuck a muthafuckin cop
If they kick me out da club
I'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lot
Grab the club on 'em put the rich bitch
In the trunk
Take 'em out and take his money then I spit on da punk
Now I'm crunk
Breakin bottles up against da fuckin' wall
Shootin tones at them fools
Till them jealous bustas fall
Fuck these niggas testin' pimpin'
We gon' burry all you hoes
Slicin' bitches right in half
Stompin 'em straight through tha floor
Niggas talkin plenty shit
But they aint buck enough
We gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthafucka up
Chorus
Chorus x12
Tear the club up, nigga tear the club up
This for all the playas who be talkin' that shit
The 3-6 show no love
We quick to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe
Kinda down or not
I'm rollin' wit that fool Crunchy and we got them glocks
Backed up, bout' a 4-5 and a 38
You wanna take this click
Don't won't fool it'll be a mistake
Chris bring the mosperd with the slugs n' shit
We got some graves for your body
Already dug n' shit
Ingamous grab the cali with a hundred rounds
Koopsta load the tank
And blow the bastards down
Juice with the 2 nines like the nigga Nashay
On the move shoot em' up
So so they feel the pain
I thought you knew
That I'm from Memphis where this shit is so thick
When at the club we gets some bud
We try to tear up some shit
Gangsta Boo the gangsta bitch with the 3-57
The main goal in life
Is a opposite heaven
Triple 6 bitch
Chorus x8
Deadly
We should begin
And come close to the killer dimensions
Niggas gettin' mentions
From the Triple 6 acting christians
May I mention
Thugstas I said (??) are merceful
I'm a step on the enemy
Niggas see death is unreversable
Hard decision
Afraid to see death is not fiction
On you bitches
Fuck around and find you want to be kiss as with the mortition
Executional style buck in your head
While your beggin' on your knees, uh
Better you bustas flip to the morge
And the chillin' in the cold freezers
(??) His deadly punishment
Then me and my Triple 6
We go and blow a house up
Do that trick
I can give a fuck
Unless bitch I'm glad that you dead and gone
Three 6 Mafia signed out
So make us fuckin' tombstones
Memphis is fuckin' city
Where Lord Infamous loves to ball
And just like I said before
Bitch some with me to hell
Everybody in this house
You niggas know wussup
Let me see can you motherfuckin' tear this club up
Chorus x8
Tear the club up
Nigga tear the club up
All these playa hatas in the club
Got us fucked up
I'm that nigga with them two nines
Ready to blast
When I pull a mag
You motherfuckers better haul ass
Paul throwin' chest in the air
Koopsta locin' up
Fly take the cash from your ass
Mr. stick em' up
Fuck the def security
Fuck a motherfuckin' cop
If they take me out the club
I buck em' in the parking lot
Grab the club
On the quick the wrist bitch
In the trunk
Take him out and take his money
Then I spit on the punk
Now I'm crunk
Break em' bottles up against the fuckin' wall
Shoe tones
Leather fools to them jealous (??)
Fuck these niggas
Test that pimp
And we gon' bury all you hoes
Lacin' bitches right in half
Started em' straight
Through the floor
Niggas talkin' plenty shit
But they ain' buck enough
We gon' get some dinamite
And blow this motherfucker up
Chorus x8
Yeah
Chorus
Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up
(DJ Paul)
This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that shit
The Three 6 show no love we quick to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe
Kinda down or not
I'm rollin with tha fool Crunchy and we got them glocks
Backed up by da 4-5 and the 38
You wanna take this click to war
Fool it'll be a mistake
Chris bring the mossberg with the slugs and shit
We got some graves for ya body already dug and shit
Infamous grab the cali with a 100 rounds
Koopsta load da tech and blow dem bastards down
Juice wit the two 9's like a nigga name Shae
On the move we shoot 'em up so hard they feel the pain
I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis where the shit is so thick
When at the club we got so bucked we try to tear up sum shit
Gangsta Boo da gangsta bitch wit the 357
Our main goal in life is an opposite heaven
Triple 6 bitch!
Chorus
(Lord Infamous)
Deadly
We should begin to come close to da killa dimentions
Niggas getting lynchin' from the Triple 6 anti-christians
May I mention
The slugs I steadily blast cause im unmerciful
Bullets that bombin' an enemy nigga
See death is unreversable
Hardness is your fantasy
Death is not fiction on you bitches
Fuck around and find you wannabe ass out with the morticians
Executioner style buck in yo head while ya beg on yo knees
Await till you bustas lay deadin' the mourg and chillin' in cold freezers
Teflon penetrating an the penalties that leave punishment
Then me and my Triple 6 we gonna blow an ounce of blue hair trick
I could give a fuck less bitch im glad that you dead and gone
Three 6 Mafia sign out names on niggas fuckin' tombstones
Memphis is the fuckin city where Lord Infamous loves to bail
And just like I said before
Bitch come with Me to Hell
Everybody in this house you niggas know what's up
Lemme see can all you muthafuckas tear dis club up
Chorus
(Juicy 'J')
Tear da club up nigga tear da club up
All these playa hatas in the club got us fucked up
I'm the nigga with them two 9's ready to blast
When I pull em out ya muthafuckas betta haul ass
Paul thowin' chairs in tha air
Koopsta locin' up
Fly takin' cash from yo ass
Mr. Stick em up
Fuck da damn sucurity
Fuck a muthafuckin cop
If they kick me out da club
I'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lot
Grab the club owner, put the rich bitch
In the trunk
Take 'em out and take his money then I spit on da punk
Now I'm crunk
Breakin bottles up against da fuckin' wall
Shootin tones at them fools
Till them jealous bustas fall
Fuck these niggas testin' pimpin'
We gon' burry all you hoes
Slicin' bitches right in half
Stompin 'em straight through tha floor
Niggas talkin plenty shit
But they aint buck enough
We gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthafucka up
Chorus
(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy shakin' these late nights
And soon a killah will thank me will come out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 cause these fools scope me nightly
I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that niggah spike lee
This shit ain't fake i gotta break
And get the fuck back on this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real
Them cops can't roll to Triple Six so no lord can save'em
I try to least stay after but now i ask for another favor
One of my homies died, two of my niggah's in the J.C
But now I ask of you first power bring them back to me
We ran a job off top, we had to pop some cops
But still some fools house made us lead us to his stash pizzot
Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilled
Bitch cause (?) glock nine with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel
Caps that will make your shells fall, but I will be the only one still leg
locked
Employed cause job to me, you need to lay down you niggah's, you bitches
You snitches, smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies.
[Chorus]
(Juicy J)
This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't like
Who fucked me out some money
(What how I squash this shit)
Wait till the night
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a gauge
Niggah think he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed
First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better give me some
Or O'll make your body numb bitch
I thought you knew it was on when you pulled that shit
Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet this sick killah don't step
Better watch your self, better watch your self,
Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take your last breath
When I put this tone up in your face it's gonna be a case with out no trace
The robber had a mask on tryin' to get his blast on
No evidence cause this shit will be erased
We're in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another mother fuckin' jack
*talking*
[Chorus]
(Koopsta Knicca)
The terrors in the air-yair hopin that I find your soul hoe straight buddah
smoke
We robbin' hoe, cause a niggah know leavin' them (?) sorrow
Thats why I'll never know the secrets of the many double quickly
You'll be givin up dead lay dead, get a ton of burn in the air
By the Koopsta niggah don't (..?..)
I'll take you for a ride, take you to the evil side
Bitches would rather see you dead than alive
Misery burn out of cry, for one day (?) misery cried
Cops caught the witness on me and my niggah (?) on many of hoes
So you triziks can witness the Triple Six kill up them sons like robbery pro's
Kurt rolled the windows solo we can get outta here
Paul caught two bitches in the den, commiting like ruff up in ten
Ten corpses dead with torches to the night into they brain
(...?...) gonna work so we buried them bitches on another day
No heaven sin, no evidence man you can't fuck with this
Fuck you niggah's who don't wanna give Paul your chevy you gonna be a dead bitch
You hear him, a heavy body droppin' in a ditch
They say I'm crazy though I'm really just a lunatic
[Chorus..till fades]
Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision
Seein' more things
Me and DJ Paul
We got the hook off
We gon' stee
We gon' play socidal to go slappin' through thy window
Somethin's creepin' up slow
It was a Lodus
Read about a hoe
Some sippin' on the women
Who gon' want to cross my fules, attention
Not only was you weak
Need another nigga drivin'
I stop the car
Said do you want to buck em'
Rough Koopsta
Shirt I knew your hurt
Take the bridge back
Take a bag with them slugs
Sentence see your gone son
Devils in your Chris
It's the coulda me dree z's
Koopsta got em' stee
Make prophet me
See that's what you get for talkin' shit
Trick I drop you in the splunder
Cut you up like Jerry Springer biatch
Come, come who the fuck
They want some
Niggas want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
And he will act a fool
when he don't give a damn
If your fuckin' red or blue boy
Couldn't buy the wet slide
Goin' on this best lide
Lord Infamous done with tight
When me gotta get mine
You know what I want
But do Koopsta gets it
Storm on this bitch
Like some new used confetti
Astronomical Triple 6
Writes space on top of astroids
Comin' to rip up the shore
We killin' the fool
So act a fool boy
Chorus x4
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(lay at, move his ass down to the pump)
How long gon' go deep
In the North
When niggas stay drunk
And smoke on your newports
From on my streets
Wit all only peeps
I used to scratch
And throw down beats
I made a mix
With real deep bass
The noise I had to be slangin' tapes
DJ in this shit try to make that shit
Tone be speakers that stack they crates
Studio 9 was the place to be
Where all jocks were tryin' to get
The chance get on the tape
Bein' a fool
Keep tryin' i'm not goin' to quit
The club was packed from wall to wall
The gangsta walk is what we call
Whn niggas are buckin'
I'm still gonna dance
The third a fool
Let's look if all
We took the club
And show no love
Just throw in our face
And gettin' refunds
They might wanna fight
Later on the night
Cause Memphis playas don't give a fuck
Security junk
We smack the punks
For throwin' us out
For smokin' a blunt
The number ones on
It just cam on
And now it's time to fuckin' stomp
Juicy's in the motherfuckin' house
It's the peel yo
Motherfuckin' stand back
It's they fuckin' steelo
On your fuckin' ass
We can't fuckin' brag
Cause we comin' up
Robbers on my ass
Should I blast
Cause they runnin' up
Maybe it's my premadin'
No present turn to yo
With the sayin'
Saw your nine
Boy I call that kick door
I stick those
Bitches in my trunk
And now we back to my hood
Don't want the left they die yet
But he wishin' he would
Wasn't in the mood
For this bunk shit
But these niggas had to creep
That boy they stupid
I sit, I leave these hoes for a permanent sleep
And now we out the club
We gotta get em' up
Triple 6 and Prophet Posse
Ya'll know we make em' stomp
Chorus x4
(Parenthesis Times 2)
DJ Paul:
We Gotta Stay (Fly I I I I I I I I til I til I) Yeah! (Die I I I I I I I I I til I til I)Remix, New Three 6 Mafia! Yeah! Dirty South It's Goin Down, Trick Daddy, Project Pat, Slim Thug We Gotta Stay (tell me whyyyy tell me whyyyy)What!
(woman in the background)you are god....you are king....lucifer
Juicy J:
I Gotta Stay Fly I I I I I I I I I
Til I Die I I I I I I I I I
I Gotta Stay Fly I I I I I I I I I
Til I Die I I I I I I I I I
Juicy J:
(It's Juicy)(Give It To Me)
we still stay fly and are fresh out da mall
brand new set wit a tone in ma drawer
playing wit tha clutch
and the CD on Paul
pot smoked out
still breakin da law
finna kill bill and im chuckin my ???
pretty rear piece sit off in my seat
yeah i share i give her a piece
by da end of da night she be chewin my meat
thats why these girls keep calling ma phone
first i was a trappa den turned rappa
now deese groupies won't leave me alon
haters got pissed cuz da maybach's da whip
and project pat came back on da rip
an if ya wanna know if we bangin yo bitch
shes suckin our dick and im pleadin the 5th
Dj Paul:
DJ paul is official
the king of the town
some clown tried da grab my crown
i hit em made em put it down
i represent da M
and i do it betta dan him
or her or dem
on CD and on film
Dey hate me bcuz of my cars
dey hate me bcuz of my broads
dey hate me bcuz i got plaitnum money
I'ma movie star
nigga get ya weight up
now wait
no, come to me
yall sign deese people
yall don't even know i own a company
What!
Hook
Trick Daddy:
i could smoke up a whole bomb of dat
purple crip or Jamaican shit
get rid of alla stems and seeds
geta dutch and split it and fill it wit weed
now inhale hold it there
exhale oh yeah
partly cloudly wit a slight chance of rain
gettin high just to ease da pain
and i smoke all night smoke all day
back to back sack afta sack
an o.z. couldn't hold me for a week
it'll take a pound of brown justa hold me down
i'ma weed head and you know this
you wanna smoke one and we can blow this
puffin passin trippin laughin
high and foolin round
do do brown
Crunch Black:
yall know mary
mary jane
i take her anywhere still be game
she'll do her dang she'll neva change
it's whateva lil buddy see i'm her mane
Chorus
Slim Thug:
Yeah I'ma fly till i die gettin high in da sky
puffin on lye while i'm ridin in my ride
keep a white cup fulla u know what
dat purple stuff on my side when i drive
back and fourth on that I-45
grippin grain when im tippin mayne
candy boots slab drippin mayne
got tha trunk on bang when im changin lanes
aint shit changed when they aint no thang
still claim tha same, its that blue boy gang
north side where the bosses ride
thats where i hang
hold up mayne
i rep the tex when i reconex
make ya move ya necks and collect tha checks
memphis 10 throw up ya sets
let them boyz know we dont (part no plex ?)
Project Pat:
(Oh Oh Oh through whole verse)
Project is blessed i couldn't be stressed
dats why i'm spittin deese verses
i'm free as da w zind fresh out da p zin mane deese boys is ernin
dem purses purses neva come last es cuz i stack da cash es
slow like molasses ain't no crashes cuz i kept my glasses
on top of da g zame dummy you liz ame i ain't goin back wards
I clickity click blow off the richto dem haters ain't no facta
my platinum jewelry is my toolery
dawg im rappin grimey
im flying self ?
shiney hypnatized mindey
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I
Call me the juice and you know Imma stunt
Ride in the car with some bump in the trunk
Tone in my lap and you know it's the pump
Breaking down the good weed rolling the blunt
Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the man
Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chains
Riding through the hood got me gripping the grain
And I'm sipping the same while I'm changing the lanes
Eyes real tight cause I'm choking the creep
Vision messed up cause I'm drinking the lean
Messing with D boys riding them big toys
Make your main gal wanna get on my team
She gotta give it up before she get in my car
I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star
Cause when I'm in the club I be back in the far in the VIP part everybody in the bar
DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust
You leave your green around me
Nigga your green gonna get lit up
You leave your drink around me
Believe your drink gonna get drunk up
You leave your girl around me
And she bet she gonna get stuffed
These niggas is spies we living it live keep them nice tires
Riding around what they like
Make a couple of nuns a couple of dimes
It's purple purp purple purp purple and swallow it down
with the yurple yip yurple yip yurples
It's going down!
Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt
Let's get high nigga smoke us one
Car pull out the phantom
Niggas can't stand it but them hoes gon' come out
Just really wanna smoke my weed
Fuck these hoes and Stack My G's
Stop at the light and pause on 3
Hit the mall and it be all on me
But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po
Close the window when I roll the indo
Know they mad cause I roll the benzo
It's that purple not pretendo
Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks
So when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key
I just might not bring my own
Cause them niggas still let me smoke for free
What's up Mary! How you doing?
Mary Jane stanky nigga
Since I have met you girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain)
You stole my heart (You stole my heart)
Right from the start (Right from the start)
So I broke you down lil mama put you in a gar (in a gar)
Front row full of that dro
Leave the club full of rolls 8 mo
Yo girlfriend wanna ride with me
In the car wit a pimp where she supposed ta be
You ain't met no dudes spitting cold as me
With a bag of kush that cost six-fifty
Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller
Coughing and choking constantly
Tastes like fruit when you hit it
Gotta have bread to get it
Smoke all night, sleep all day
That to me the American way
Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that shit out slow
Then pass it to me bro
MJ gonna sprinkle in some of that super incredible
Have a nigga running back
Where the nigga really good sticky number at
Cutting through the cigarillo like a lumberjack
In the morning what I need is to breath again a whole lot of weed
But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees
DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don't give a fuck
We must represent this Tennessee
We drink a whole lot of Hennessey
Nigga got a little hair on his chest
And we be like Bill Clinton girl take it out ya mouth
We'll shoot it down right on yo chest
Have they come to spill my blood?
Have they come to sentence me?
Will I leave here with my life, my Lord
If the law men capture me?
Have they come to spill my blood?
Have they come to sentence me?
Will I leave here with my life, my Lord
If the law men capture me?
Lord Infamous, the futuristic, rowdy bounty-hunter
Nigga, I come from the land down under
Up the from the ground
You don't want to rumble or cry round
Toss and tumble
My voodoo do, so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poultry
My victim been shook by a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night down to the trees
Packed tight with two-some on shakes
No rubber with a paratroop, in fields with parachutes
Down to the blue
No matter however, can't hold em' for forever
Dead or alive, with your body, I sprinkle rotten flower pedals
Yes, the consequences are your choice, my dred
'Cause Lord Infamous will gain a healthy bounty for your head
I'm wakin' up, tossin' and turnin'
Like in a scuffle
My words aren't clear, rarely I speak, speak
My voice is muffled, muffled
My hands over my face
They done got me
I'm startin' to feel woozy
They done shot me
The same fools I done creeped on
In his own sleep, sleep
One them hoes survived
Now they creeped on me
Fool, we got your ass now
So, what's up?
Isn't you quiet just because we got your ass muff?
Muffled-like, bag your mouth
Shouldn't of ran your mouth
Talkin' about you gonna creep
While we was sleep, but it was just no doubt
Now the tables have turned
And in the mist of the morgue
Your funky sould burn, nigga
Have they come to spill my blood?
Have they come to sentence me?
Will I leave here with my life, my Lord
If the law men capture me?
Have they come to spill my blood?
Have they come to sentence me?
Will I leave here with my life, my Lord
If the law men capture me?
Ten times out of twelve, nine times out of tenv
Gansta Boo is in it to win
Prophet rider till the end smokin' weed
Gettin' twisted more and sippin', havin' thoughts
Thoughts about a nigga
I remember what that trick had bought
Kept that visine in my purse
Get a rental car from Hertz
Call my niggas from the Three 6
Tell 'em 'bout the plan first
Ooh, wee
Can it be, another song we done made
Fakin' on no damn jacks
A bitch gots to get paid
Come on prophets, now it's on
Nigga, it's like that home alone
Like white boy fuckin' lets go get this bitch
Man, nigga, gone, done deal stupid trick
Now you know this lady bitch
Swing go gets high
Scott free with your shit
For all the dirt that I did to my wife
Forgive me, Lord, each and every night
Croked cops, pull a gun, don't fight
Blow you away, leave you out of sight
Search a nigga from the shirt to pants
Nothin' on me but a sack ass can
[Unverified] with empty shots
Bucket clean
They find a couple of grams
Tons of dope that that nigga don't know
The Juice man can't be cuttin' no bro
Tryed the cuffs but the nigga didn't go
Broke his throat with a quick left blowv
Now it's on and the chase begins
Cuttin' the corner, shirt blowin' in the wind
Dog on my trail and he pickin' up the scent
[Unverified] cops kill a four legged friend
Jump in the lex, voodoo like a hex
Dog confused, in they mind complex
Fuck the red light, ballin' on my set
Cops on my trail 'cause I let you rest
Hop in the car, ran two more blocks
Put in reverse, then I heard the gun shots
Doin' a hundred, so I couldn't get popped
Officer friendly, on the trip nonstop
Have they come to spill my blood?
Have they come to sentence me?
Will I leave here with my life, my Lord
If the law men capture me?
Have they come to spill my blood?
Have they come to sentence me?
Will I leave here with my life, my Lord
If the law men capture me?
T-Rock
"Slang N Serve"
Choices Soundtrack
deciphered by Mista Flames
Im on an everlasting money mission,million dollar premenition,
got my own coalition,pack my own ammunition,
20's on the Lexus glisten,Im driven to mob life,
hella niggas want me murdered,but cant do the job right,
razor blades,Ak's,and ask me do I carry them,
killin for a hobby like a medeival barbarian,
when will the disaster stop?Never,nigga pass the glock,
illustrated killin live in color like its magnavox,
now I got em hot,from the plot to put the block on lock,
set up shop wit over 50,000 dollars worth of rocks,
ammunition cocked,prepared to pop,Ill even shoot at cops,
stash away the heat and then retreat off in my drop top,
find yo own bizness,or the gat'll make yo clock stop,
187 from the west and get yo fuckin block mopped,
you gone have to tangle wit a Hypnotize,get suprised,
good for makin money off the shit to stay the fuck alive,
Chorus 4X
come smoke some herb wit me,
come flip a bird wit me,
step on the curb wit me,
come slang n serve wit me,
I only fuck wit real niggas,all the haters can burn in hell,
if you aint affiliated,dont come wit packs to sell,
object of this hustlin is bubbling stacks of mail,
situations turn sour,rivals'll blast then bail,
when I hit the block Im seein J's,drivin insane,
crunker than Montana wit some anna for ounces of caine,
ATL niggas blowin brains,simple and plain,
sippin golden grain,makin stangs,inflictin the pain,
smokin,gettin into it,livin ruthless,the feds are clueless,
we the ones who keep the city crunker than engine fluid,
Hypnotize niggas ridin vettes,sippin moets,
strapped up wit a vest and giant tecs to lower the stress,
51 niggas got my back,so nevertheless,
Ima get this anna off my chest and smoke on this cest,
puttin bitches on the track,when its a pimp in the flesh,
solid as a rock for advesaries who wishin to test,
Repeat Chorus
My scandalous recipe make niggas be scared of me,
if there ??? treachery dont try to get next to me,
yo life is in jeopardy when fuckin wit family,
we turn to psychotic crews and all of our insanity,
break bread off of greenery,releasin the steam in me,
keep me from the weapons,Ill be fuckin up the scenery,
deport bullets like immigrants,bitch niggas dont attempt to flinch,
money is the motive,let my sinning end the innocence,
Ima let the missile rip,ballistic wit hollow tips,
you wont see me comin,keep yo fingers on the pistol grip,
smoke blindin my enemies,give em fearful tendencies,
you can kiss they life goodbye when T-Rock hit the hennesey,
Im in it for the presidents,luxurious residence,
hooked up wit the camp,Ive been a mercerary ever since,
Atlanta my stompin grounds,Old National's where Im found,
moving bricks,and fuckin tricks,and smokin reefer by the pounds!!!
Go get that Lil Wyte album (yeah)
Phinally Phamous in stores now (yeah)
(name other rappers)
And the newest member of Hypnotized Minds... Chrome... Straight to the Pros... in stores soon.
Yeah and if you got the dual disc version of this cd flip it over to the other side and watch the life in time of the most unknown. yeah!
Slob on my knob,
Like corn on the cob.
Check in with me,
And do your job.
Lay on the bed,
And gimme head,
Don't have to ask.
Don't have to beg.
Juicy is my name,
Sex is my game.
Let's call the boys.
Let's run a train.
Squeeze on my nuts,
Lick on my butt.
The natural curly hair,
Please don't touch.
First find a mate,
Second find a place,
Third find a bag,
To hide the whole face.
Real name grover,
I said bend over.
I started to knock,
Then came the odor.
Smelt like mush,
Shouldn't had a woosh,
Told her to stop,
And take a doosh
Once she did that,
I didn't want the cat,
So, I bailed out,
And never came back.
Sucka nigga dicka suck
Sucka nigga dicka suck
Sucka nigga dicka suck
Sucka nigga dicka suck
My nigga, D-magic,
Said he had to have it.
I said just forget it,
It's too crappy.
Know a little freak,
In hollywood,
Sucks on dick,
Does it real good.
She'll give you money.
Feel up your tummy,
House full of kids.
Parents all funny.
Once had a doubt,
Backyard ground,
Hit it from the back,
Enjoyed the sound.
Name under cover,
Always used a rubber,
Until I got caught,
Fuckin with her mother
She blamed it on me,
We fought in the streets.
She pulled out a knife,
So I had to flee.
Call up the boys,
Went to her house,
Trashed the whole place,
Threw the bitch out.
Police busted in,
"Where the niggas at?"
We left just in time,
And never came back.
Rode through the hood,
Wavin at the freaks.
Sniffin all the rocks.
Smokin all the geeks.
Made another stop,
Police station,
Saw a few cops,
Drove by and spayed them.
License tag number,
A nigga said he saw,
Focus all the time,
And never get caught.
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
I'm trill working the wheel, a pimp not a simp
Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp
We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning
Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargaining
You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shit
You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us
I got the wet promenthazine, thick orange and yellow tuss
Hydrocor-zone, on the hands-free phone
The '84 zone, on them blades, 20-inch chrome
If you got 16, you can get a biz-zerd
I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp
Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it
Some niggas they joan it joan it, but I be fucked up up on it
We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit
If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitch
Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass
And plus there's some type of nigga
Dick hard all night and she cool with that
She popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice
And just when you thought she was freakin' she done got super loose
Niggas come in by threes and deuces all in circles like duck-duck-goose
All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit
40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus
Tuss and X is how its pronounced
Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man I'm bout all out
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
People always asking me, "Me the Three 6 high on that"
Rolling on them X pills, stuttering pup-pup powder packs
Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need that
Nyquil will slow me down, something that keep me easy
Nothing like that yella yella that will have you itching man
Talking like you "What's up, fool?" Vocal chords sounding lame
In my days all we did was chief out on a quarter pound
Gone on coke, eyes are bucked, this here shit will knock you down
Knock you out, make you fall asleep when you're on them wheels
Ain't no doubt, hit me when I beep for this refill
Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that drank
Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint
Nigga tell me what you know bout Frank, Nito and Young Guido
Paul and Vito, we play a tune it sweeter than Pedito
With my Three 6 nigga pouring up in my southern creedo
Quick fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Vito
Cause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a Zanger
You ain't from the manger boy, but you gets the middle finger
Come bang her, rum dranker, occaisionally take
Your bitch to the Telly and be a dick and cum slanger
When Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarm
Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm
And that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitches
Something that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom
And for the most I'm steady sippin' on some sizzerp
"Say ahh, not a thermometer, bitch,
it's the nine inches" -- [Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Ass and titties, ass and titties
Ass and titties, and big booty bitches
[DJ Paul]
You dealing with a thug thats quick to kick the diamond Roly (Rolex)
Don't pay attention to these boyfriends cause I leave em holy
Them boys fake maggets I done put they girl up in my rover
Put the black quote em quote em face and took her to Cardova
Jacuzzi bubbily drinking bubbily hoes they can't believe
My TV built up in the wall like they don't want to leave
There doing there best tryng to impress they sticking out there chest
Paul go some booty ? and nothing less
[Juicy J]
A nigga got to get his dick sucked got to get his dick sucked
Riding down the strip in the Lexus truck poppin hush
Pearly rolex on my wrist haters bout to have a fit
Dip frpm the curb I hit a case of Mo I'm bout to sip
Lit to the hydo green blinging on them twenty thangs
Heavy niggaz dropping weight while Juicy J be running trains
Whats the business strictly pimping all them freaks I know they miss me
When they throw a players ball tell em that your boy gon win it
[Chorus 4X]
[La Chat]
I'm in the club I'm looking around I see you checkin me out
I'm on that gin looking for a friend to put my ass in his mouth
Ain't no doubt La Chat got plenty yeah I know that you scoping
Got to be a baller or shot caller or I'm taking shaking and jumping
Don't touch me trick you can't afford to put your hands on my ass
I'm too damn sexy keep thses niggaz begging droping off game
You in my ear you talking tough now can you handle me really
I got the scoop on what you doing with them asses and titties
Now nigga yeah I'm with it boo corress and holding me tight
Uh uh uh uh you can't forget to fo your job late at night
That cheese and chedar make it better no this bitch is not home
No conversation without that drink and dank and plenty to smoke
La Chat the mack ain't got no problems shit I love win you spending
The number rule is break these rules I teach a lot about pimping
So get it straight I ain't to have you I'm pretty yo ditty
I be the bitch that make you niggaz hate these ass and titties
[Chorus 4X]
Lil momma got big tatta up in the club
She been shaking and shaking it up she showed me love
Big butt ? sock it baby
Wanna be my lady girl please you must be crazy
This ain't the eightys I'm a sucka for your black fit
Split skirt holla holla for that dolla dolla
For what it's worth I'm a step to this fine fucker
I think I love her I'm a touch her with that ratitatat motherfucker
Hug in public know you love it got me coming when you rub it
Damn my stomach I can feel it going duh duh duh
Look here honey I can't play no games lights go down when a freak ashamed
Hit me up star 69 and then maybe will have sexual ways
But I pray that this night of lust won't lead to a girl that I can't trust
Shit young nigga post up in the club want to go strut your funky stuff
But I do love the ladys cause they stay looking pretty
While they shaking breaking it and taking it
baby baby shake your ass and titties
[Chorus 4X]
This for all my players out there ridin'... spinners
I don't care where you at, the club parking lot
The express way, whatever
What I want you to do right now is just STOP
And let em' keep spinnin' man
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
They don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
They don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
They don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
I'm rolin'
Pedal to the metal then STOP,
Take another sip from the syrup then STOP
Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP
See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP
My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma
Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they got asthma
Older people trippin' cause they think they seein' thangs
My car sittin' still but my rims still rolin' man, they off the chain
Everybody let ya spinwheels spin like a spinmill
Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville
See them thangs shinin' sparkin' like a diamond
Bumpin' the Alpi-ne, why you's a lyin'
Eyes like a Chinese, I'm drinkin' on the Heiny
I'm ridin' on the strip, any party you can find me
You rollin' with the finest, the North Memphis highness
You ball till ya fall, till a player aged ninety
I got twenty inch spinners on my drop
Nothin' but white and yellow rocks in my watch
I'm doin' one-fifty so I'm watchin' for the cops
Since I'm in the Lamborghini I ain't gon' stop
I'm packin' a glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust
And down here we drink purple (And we drink that Tuss)
So grab a cup Juice so I can pour ir up
And if you represent yo hood, go on throw it up
It's the L-I-L F-L-I-P
If I ain't smokin' trees, I'm pokin' freaks
So throw the row of keys and let me roll
Cause this the way we ball, I'm just lettin' you know
We like our music slow but our cars go faster
I'm in the V-12 with my cousin Big Shasta
I'm Lil' Flipper and I'm a top ten seller
Everybody slowin' down cause my drop is yellow
I saw my dog with the center circles so I
They spinnin' like a saw so don't touch em' when I
I saw a shanky broad that owe me money so I
See me choke the hell up out my broad when I
When ya stand by the blades you can feel a slight breeze
Stop by House of Dubs just to keep em' on clean
Fell up in the Peabody, the most expensive suite
Them thangs still spinnin' when I filled out the receipt
I used to be clean in my Expedition
A girl see me and she'll be wishin'
That I'd stop and spit some pimpin'
It's mackin' in me baby, I just thought I would mention
She got hot like in the kitchen
You see my kin folks, cars, and glisten
Ain't nothin' like Sprewells cause they spinnin'
[Lord Infamous]
Yeah fool, lord infamous back in the studio
With the paul and lord infamous Come With Me To Hell Part 2
My nigga juicy in this motherfucker what's up man
[Juicy J]
Yeah I know what time it is we finna do the ridin in the chevy
Part 2 on y'all ass you know what I'm sayin
it's on fool
[Chorus - Repeat 13X]
Ridin in the chevy as we also smoke the ink mane
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
We finally got a warm day it's clean in january
See as I hopped out of my drop top once again we rollin chevy
Pearl paint, quarter green top, and them gold teeth
Dirty bitches chewin' and I can't go, I just say hoes please
Rollin clean, passin on them tight, to my woodgrain
System bumpin greatest hits, weed smoke invade my brain
Time to get it sprayed, niggaz steal every color I get
Everytime I paint one up some fool tr-iz-y to come with it
Smokin on a dime boy, then the (?) said 35
Higher than a mile above the moon on that black haven side
Sturdy inhalin on some cigars lord knows I can't live without it
Everytime a flame penetrates some bud I wanna shout about it
But these niggaz kill me when that's all they wanna do
They is fucked up, but they still wanna get fucked up, you's a damn fool
So I be like watchin you fools goin down like every single day
While I ride clean, drop top and mean, chevrolet, busta
[Chorus - 11X]
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Scopin these niggaz I'm owning this block cause I know that they hoe asses pushin them pounds
They blew my whole sale, fuckin up my mail so I gotta close them down
They got niggaz turning around with bunch of artilary, but scarecrow not scared
Fuckin up my damn buisness, I call up the triple six, we catch them tricks unprepared
A partner of mine said they (?) rackin plenty of stacks
I brought up my niggaz, we polished the triggers I figured its time for the jack
Paul told us all...back into the room in front
My nigga Mal took out the window with the ?mossberg? pump
I started droppin niggaz runnin out into the parking lot
Skinny dropped the tricks in the back door, he grabbed about a pound of crop
My nigga koop blasted them niggaz, we missed them on the roof
Paul ready with the tech, and a vest, he blast them bitches and grabbed the loot
Dead bodies were scattered all over the cut, we drove off up in the smoke
Now we got plenty money bitch, and we gonna serve plenty of dope
There's no survival, just the blood scattered all over the place
We built our smoked out loced out in the fuckin chevrolet
[Chorus - 8X]
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Is it that marijuana that got my mind clickin
Could it be irk and jirk that got me straight trippin
Dippin through the breeze you so clean paul you so mean
A nigga drunk as hell, liqour flowin through my bloodstream
Flaggin down hoes on the road, roll to the cut
Honeycolm Hideout, where them niggaz be smoked out on them blunts
Man like high, you so high, let me hit that serve of gin
Jumped back in that pearl thang, doin about 110
Grin on my face, cause I kno I'm bout to make it rich
Triple six mafia 95 yeah we runnin shit
Niggaz know the score, I'm ten toes on these funky hoes
Everytime you see the chevy ridin it be full of smoke
[DJ Paul Talking]
Aw yeah nigga ridin in the chevy for the 95 three 6 mafia in this hoe
Don't forget to look out for the tape though you know what I'm sayin'
We in this motherfucker bitch, for the 95, you niggaz can't fuck with us biaaaaaaaatch
[Chorus - 'til fade]
project project project hoe
Bullshitters go for the he say she say
Real niggas go for the lucha leray
Bitch fuck with me and she gotsta pay me
Loot in my hand hoe before you leave me
Go get your fuck on cuz that dont phase me
Lame niggas let that will drive them crazy
Hoes see a playa pulling up screaming save me
If i gotta weak mind the cap will slave me
High off that weed smoke i'ze kinda hazy
Can't work no job man i'ze kinda lazy
Hoes' fuckin other hoes' that don't amaze me
Hoes' breakin other hoes' my kinda lady
Shit you can suck a dick you still my bitch though
Long as you get the cheese and bring it pronto
Don't talk about us we on the lo lo
Try to copy the keys to his front and his back door
Ain't no money come nigga gettin that hoe money
Like ? on that blow money
Universal hoes i meet
My grade in my city streets
You should see her jaws
If you think the nile rivers deep
Can't no other mouth compete
Costin me the richest peek
Techniques of the tounge unique
Take me over flow this freak
Of this game my dick can love
Never do this shit in public
Now shes chewin on it like a 5 piece chicken nugget
Gettin rugged late at night
If its free the price is right
Shes the type to be tha dyke
Until the second cummer cries
You can't change just let her be
She gets over ? Love the sex
More than shop fanatics love the shoppen spree
The dyke my hoe don't have to pee
Long as she just let me see
Her companion eat her out
A porno scene ?
A playa mix hidiously like a bitch
Take a check and leave her at the bank and find a date to get
Savage like a cherokee
Split the ? head and leave
Bonen hoes whose x-rated
Evil like the pharasies
Shit drop it off chop it off
Shit i'm trying to make my ends
All about my hustle stackin kenedys and benjamins
Nigga how you figga that lil chat be with that playa shit
Got me fucked up nigga now you fuckin with the right bitch
Sad cuz you can't fake it or relate it to the game you layin
Cuz i'll be so chiefed man talking about shit get about your playin
Yea i love you boo i love to feel your tongue between my ass
But i love you more because you break me off with dope and cash
Shit i gotta have it wanna grab it you can't touch me hoe
You can taste me trick ain't got no problems if you got that dough
Satisfaction what you lackin cuz i stay about my mackin
Plus when we be fuckin i be thinkin bout the cheese i'm stackin
Yea i be a hoe for that dough ain't no fuck for free
All about that fatty is whatever ain't no stoppin me
Feelin isn't good i'm given tender love and plenty care
*Chorus*
Insert it insert it in her mouth
the dick is in your mouth long and hard
(oh my god)
insert it insert in her mouth.....
(Lord Infamous)
To all the tricks and them bitches
who suck on the dick occasionally
the scarecrow i love all you hoes
who be really playin the dick so sensationally
horny ass little hoes always be
duckin their head on up under the blanket
choke your throat up on the robe
therefore the scarecrow spank it trick
oh hoe i know ya wanna chew me
cause i know your a triple six groupie
open your mouth and dont be scared to let the scarecrow like penetrate
no need for you to worry bitch cause i wont say your fuckin name on tape
scarecrow will show you hoes no fuckin mercy
keep your teeth out of the way bitch cause it hurts me
fuckin sluts ya know ya love lick up on our penis
cause ya stuck up bitches think ya witness the meaness
hoggin alot you ??? in my ??????? follow me
filthy ass bitches they think that they commiting a fuckin sperm robbery
take your time with your tounge little busy
when ya do me we can make us a porno movie
Chorus x7
(Koopsta Knicca)
Koop got them freaky long porno visions all up on this dick
go tell your friends so i can knock the skin of off their little clitoris
straight off the bed
which led to the couch
my motha fuckin dick in her mouth
just lay the fuck down so Koop can visit into another round
cant get with this pimp shit lyricists
koopsta knicca with them many hitches
its not that freaky
its just the mothafuckin devil limit
and miss i love to toture you with wild sex
not at the marriot and yet and no raggedy duplex
next to the condom store
which is where i had the girl to get my trojan
therefore i can stick like down ya mouth is open
oh close your lips cause i aint finna make love to ya
cause part 2 recordin of the koopstas greatest adventures
and if ya like we can take a hike through the woods
im up to no good
but i love to rub up on in the back of woods
so for all you freaky naked groupies all up on my snoopy
its not a soap just a horror type of porno movie
Chorus x7
(DJ Paul)
see its like this we believe in gettin what we can out of a bitch
dope or dick
suck or fuck
cheese or an ass lick
these hoes dont suprise me none
i know what they came for capable of doin
ya gotta drop the waist side
cause i gotta get some chewin
this a amatuer flick bitch but still ya gotta do your best
i want your ass in the pants
but never just put you to the test
its time to roll i gotta get it at the show
ya gotta come out ya clothes on stage freaky bitch
freaky bitch
cause you a hoe
cause yous a hoe
yous the best i can get
cause i really dont wanna be with ya first ya fuck up my
pimpsta ??? is how to get ya
i really dont give a fuck about ya bitch you's aint my mother
you just a mothafucka who like to fuck without the rubber
but i aint going trick hoe so dont give me that pill shit
nor the plan to pull out and cant have no kid shit
just lay on the bed so i can catch ya from the back side
ya fuckin groupie, lights, camera, action,
its a porno movie
its like that...
Chorus...till fade
playa hataz on this house if you see them turk them out,all this hoes on the street sucking on da dick bitches just hating cuz they cant get no lik an as u see crazy niggas on the street doing his thang slangin that bud sipping on that gin out chillin with the boys getting cut by da po po running down the block holding their glock
Let he be a bitch icuz I sell this weed and be rish hoe
Ahh Yeah Three 6 Mafia the Unbreakables (three 6)
Yeah, Lord Infamous ,back in this thang, the scarecrow, keyser soze
You know in memphis, we got this lil saying, when somebody tryna cross then
flodgin, high cappin'
We got this lil thing we call OV nigga, that means its over
Fuck with this super thug and get drugged
Sweep your bodyparts under the rug
Burry this butcher knife deep in yo guts
Make you a nice warm blanket of mud
You fools aint learned to see the rear burn
Hollow point hit you so hard your body turned
You have been advised dont fuck with wise guys
Hypnotize Rydaz 4,5 clips surprize
I know your click is full of wussies
When you walk by you smell like pussies
You niggaz aint killa to fuck with godzilla
Monsters, Villans fo real and cap peelaz
Perpetrate ,tough ,and get fucked up quick
Whipped like a bitch and shot in the dick
Infamous, And your neck I will Squeeze boy
Come play wit me, ull see its OV, Over
Wanna run up on me its OV
Test the H C to the P its OV
Get these bullets on GP its On Me
Better drop down to your knees its OV
So all you niggaz join gangs because your weak alone
Catch you by yo self yo ass ol' get gone
Run up in the door high jack you in yo home
Tie your ass up and beat ya wit the phone
You dont wanna feel the force of the tone
Smack ya in the face and crack your jaw bone
Hit this cocaine and do yo ass wrong
Like a 1 in 1, put 2 to yo dome
Glock, Smith and Wessen, Luga and Rugaaa
Will make sure you have no future
Cock back the hammer and close your pupils
Lord wit the sword is very crucial
Hands in the air yo ass best not move
Dont make me walk on yo ass wit these boots
Lord of the hood, I got the crossbolt
Bulls eye bitch arrow in yo throat
Beat,Rob, Break, Murder, Erase
Dont run, there-is-no-escape
Bullets-hit-you right in the face
Im-not-scared-to catch a case
Slugz, hoes, blood- all on yo clothes
Who'll die next
Nobody Knows
Insain- mane -takin a drain
Bitch I-will-empty-yo vains
I -do -not -feel -no- remorse
Blow-your-mammy ass off the porch
Slap-yo-punk-ass-all-around
You-got-2 days-to leave town
Niggaz-got-they-dick in the dust
Style-kick-and shot the fuck up
45s, 9s, and the grenades
Blow-yo-bitch-right off the stage
triple six triple six triple six smoked out (layed back)
now i'm high really high mane i'm about to shout
7x
(lord infamous)
the end is creating illusions
the substance infesting my brain cell is causing confusion
i picture teflon in slow motion
it's piercin threw flesh
and continue to cruisin
wait think straight
don't hate haste penetrate
face ace safe place base damn i think i'm crazed
terrors the error no errors
within my terrors
are you scared of thr six
double S'six demonicly elegent elements
a manic depressive agressiveness stress me bitch
and you will feel the strength of my weapons kick
tric-kory hic-kory
dickory dock i smoke top notch bud crop drop
the D the 0 the P the E
i need the B the L the UNT
because that green power flower got much luv
i tell you don't fuck with the triple six mane
cuz you know that we on dem drugs
damn i'm going off with the blunt
outter space rock lord infamous
i keep clouds of smoke flyin out my mouttttttttttttttttttttth
chorus 4x
soon i'll have the rest
Chorus
Triple 6
Triple triple 6 smoked out
Now im high
Really high
Mane i'm about to shout
(Playa Fly)
Fly so high in funkytown
Mega blunts I gotta smoke
snowin', sneezin', coughin', chiefin'
Blowin' heavy on dat dope
Playa fuckin' rest
By that funk
Crunk by onion weed
Don't you think you higher than Lil Fly
Till you snote that P
P-funk got me goin'
Hoe I'm blowin' on montana pack
Ganja put me under
But that snizote put me back on track
Bustas blinded by my smoke
How you like my smokin' screen
Playa got that evil grin and tonin' got me lookin' mean
Fly got swishers full of blink
Time to snort a white hoe bitch
Next she tell me Fly dont need it but Fly say
Mane fuck that shit
Suckers fill my atmosphere
Hoe you should know open your ear
Groupie bitches hypnotized by devil shit you hate to hear
Standin in the shower full of powder coca fuckin' cain
Hour by the hour ain't no coward cause I'm blowin' man
If you say I'm sprung
Body numb
Triple 6 and Fly
Funkytown Fly bound and now I know you know im really high
Chorus
(Gangsta Boo)
Smoked out loced out killas
Aint takin' nothin' from you niggas
So back the fuck up before the devil daughter click a
On you lemons just like a muthafuckin' trigger hoe
Hoe its on this shit is on its on now hit the fuckin' floor
Oh my god I hear some voices tellin' me to kill
Is it them Triple 6 niggas mane is that shit for real
Tha Jason mask
On your ass
When I'm gonna blast
Your soul I'll take
The ground will shake as I begin to laugh
I light the candle sticks a crucifix about to take place
The Devils Daughter
Gangsta Boo is out to catch a case
Niggas be talkin' about the gangsta hoe
I must be on your mind
Stupid bitch
I have to thank you with a loaded glizzock nine
You know Im comin'
Don't you go runnin' to your fuckin' nigga
A trigger happy bitch the mind of a fuckin' killa
You think I'm shakin' hell naw bitch
You wanna test
My fuckin' pimpin' if you want to filla
Some hollow points up in your chest
Chorus
(Lord Infamous)
Spooky midnight has fallen like these and the moon is like lit up
Like much of the herb
The indos creating illusion my thoughts of confusion
My vision is blurred
The aroma of the marijuana
The black is the smoke changing into black clouds
Deep down in the dungeons
My darkness of demonic secrets finally aroused
Your soul is horrified
Flesh falling from the sky
The Three 6 anti-christ
Bloody seven seas
The blackness in my eyes
I hear an angel crie
Now I lay down to die
Come and burn with me
In Scarecrows passed life
I killed kings and I ruled by the spilling of blood fleshing guts
Now I'm back and im more murderous
And I'm known as that mad nigga Lord Infamous
The Scarecrow could never come deeper
The flow if I wasn't so full of that dope you know
Triple 6 blownin' that weed and we keepin'
The seed and the stem rolled and when i slip
And the lights of the dim and we grab the
We pappin' the bone and
We take all that smoke to our lungs
A nigga got love for the bud
And I'm smokin it up until I'm feelin' numb
When I'm getting crushed by the shotgun and I'm smokin'
Like it until da break of dawn
Seriously circulating while the devil's takin'
The souls of my sinister wand
This is ??? Shalonda Bone Magazine here interviewing...
Three 6 Mafia
From Memphis who has a unique quality of rap style what would you do if
someone tried to duplicate your ideas?
[Lord Infamous]
Lord Infamous takin 1000 of razor blades
And I be pressin them into the flesh
Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire
And soakin it down in their chest
Through the ribs spines, charcoalin the muscle tissue
And sendin what's left in the mail to mammy
Cause I think she just might miss you
But first, I want to slowly pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead friends
I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because I am moderately in to photography
Following through the autopsy
No love for them bustas so just pour some acid all over them, too
That's what I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do?
[Skinny Pimp]
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin the AK to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed
I'm leavin no trace of the evidence
Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it's strange
Cause I murdered a victim, the Devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
In the casket I leave you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid move
Then ya bleed
Bustin 17, please don't scream, don't run
Either long range street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When I'm full of yak, ain't no clue
In 2 deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do?
[Juicy J]
First the Juice look in the white pages for this trick
Mafia-style fool cause you don't know who ya messin with
Caught him slippin in his home, minimum breathin on the phone
Warnin sign to let you know I'm comin so you better be gone
Wether ya run I be stoppin ya, with the 2 9s I be poppin ya
Witness a killa from North Memphis of the Three 6 Mafia
2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas at yo back door
His broad peeked through the curtains
And saw them gats pointed at the window
Nothin but destruction after we touched em
Man I thought you knew
That's what I would do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?
[Gangsta Boo]
Think about a master plan on how to buck them bustas dead
Gangsta Boo this pimin playa comin with the livin dead
Yes I'm so so crazy
So so wild I be like puttin blood on you trick
Torture your body with nothin but fire
Then I calmly shoot you quick
Blast you in yo head make sure you dead
Cause I don't want you to live
My words of wisdom:
The weaker the victim the bigger the thrill is
The Three 6 Mafia do not feel sorry and that's how the story goes
We full of them leaves so we proceed to take all of your soul
It's not a problem when I be buckin them suckas
I do it smooth
That's what this Lady Boo would do, now Paul what would you do?
[D.J. Paul]
First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that holy smoke
The Devil's already up in a killa
So I feel I have not to go too far to loc
This time you crossed the wrong click
Beware your murder's all on my mind
Plus Satan's inside
Movin my hand a little closer to this plastic 9
Burnin from the angle, my glock knows more
Every blink of the eye
But before it's all gone, Bone, quickly I'm stickin them ?Loogers?
To watch you die
Dropped ya to your knees, now it's time for you to bless
Man, I be DJ Paul, Da Killaman, with a fist full of fire
Punch a hole straight through yo chest
So bustas hear me close, you stole some styles and dis that's cool
But steppin up to the bloody glock 9 millimeter
Three 6 dang fools, ain't fools the best, what would you do?
Chorus (4x): Bone,live by yo rep cause we know you bound to slip
When we blast with that mask we gon empty this clip
[Lord Infamous]
See we can't tolerate no sissy that is Layzie
Broke out the blender and I made some Krayzie gravy
It's Eazy, and when it was time to get Bizzy
Don't break, you can Wish, but You can't escape
Because we crave dead Flesh
Three 6 tricks, easily you can be next
-Yeah, the Three 6 Mafia, straight outta Memphis, breakin these bones like it
ain't sh*t, for the 9 nickel, triyaaaaaack!
(DJ Paul)
Ah yea,
We finna get ready to bump that smoked out, loced out, part two,
mystic stylez, 3-6 mafia in da hoe,
We finna do that dat sheeeeeit...
Chorus
Mafia...
(Playa Fly)
Bustaz get so dazed and amazed
As Lil' Fly inject
Memories of smoked out loced out puffed out as them demons dance
Playaz lookin' wild
Stole our style
Devils in me so
Fly can get so violent
But so silent when I'm on that blow
Enhance my skills to make me treal
Treal enough to kill at will
Will I kill you
Fly will peel you off da map that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit
Ummmm, call it mystic stylez cause fly sytles so mystic bitch
(MC Mack)
The pimpin' mack is kickin' with the click that's known as Triple 6
Don't bar no lemon busta niggas we dont love 'em
In a trunk is where I stuff 'em
Suckas run they liquor I deliver nigga hollow thangs
Ain't got no feelings when im killin' cluckers busta duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar that I'm spittin' game
Niggas underestimate my pimpin' but mackin' but trippin' sprayin'
Layin' skanky bitches to the canvas and bustas can I man
(Koopsta Knicca)
Mystic Styles of the ancient mutalations
Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement
Feel the wrath of the fuckin' devil nation
Three 6 Mafia creation of Satan
(Gangsta Boo)
With my styles I slit
Yo body bitch
That I will chop to pieces
No fuckin' clue to da 5.0 click
No fuckin' witnesses an...
They only saw da mask of Jason that I had on my face
The scandalous bitch is so-so slick that why I got away safe
I blaze da bunt up in da air just to relax and get high
Da moon is full and all I see is 6-6-6 in da sky
The Three 6 Mafia
tha devils daughter bitch is so wild
Whateva you bitches are doin' you cannot compare to my mystic style
(LaChat)
I'm creepin' up on these hoes with the muthafuckin' shotgun
A nigga wit tha 9's showin' these bitches they can't get none
Woopin' and dumpin' and stompin' and doggin' these bitches wit anamosity
Pimpin' and breakin' and cakin' these niggas
Cause these hoes can't fuck wit me
LaChat got tha gat
Creepin' up from tha back
Chrome tone now it's on
Neva love a nigga joan
Cause I'm a crazy bitch cuttin' off niggas dicks
Man hoe takin' these niggas gotta keep it rich
Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female they dont know about
Suckas be talkin' that shit I'm puttin' these funky niggas on da house
(Chruncy Black)
Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt
Yo Crunchy Black da demon child has a mean ass stun
I had to buck you off runnin' yo mouth with tha weak ass shit
You need to keep it closed
Trick before you get yo wig split
A candle light the demon night is what it have to be
Another problem for tha folks on Unsolved Mysteries
Ya thought I was dead
Naw instead I just faked on yo ass
And now I'm back wit that mask and I'm ready to blast
(Koopsta Knicca)
Now tell me something has emerged
[I don't know, but there's something here]
Legions of demons
[cas a nigga finna]
Rip 'em in plenty trick
[for a date with my smith & wesson]
Bitch you living
Now you cowards waitin' to bite our fuckin' style
Rip his legs
Cut him down
Bitch with mass up in his town
Niggas bout to break ya somethin' off up in that house of torture
Steppin' to that Koopsta bitch
[da wicked witch or horror]
Horror da chambers tha demons
They came up
To feed off your soul fool be livin' ya anger
Now ya lifes in danger
(Lord Infamous)
Evil...
Known as the murderous vocalist
Infamous rippin' up all of your hoe shit
Approachin Da Scarecrow'll butchure and
Tearin' up niggas wit double edge
Lyrical thought as they go the lyrical legacy
Let the Lord Infamous light up da melody
Every nigga that try to compare with the
Triple 6 Mafia won't get through therapy.
When you walk through the wilderness
Be very quiet Lord Infamous might be out stalkin'
I suggest you watch out for the boobie traps
Make up The Scarecrow is out there ya only for huntin'
Special thanks to my brother Ben Dunigan
Rest in Peace he taught me bout these mean streets
So therefore nigga you dont wanna come deal with the mafia
We'll drop you deep down beneath
The killa imperial black miracle from the bloody pacific
Scarecrow will flow to the end of infinity
With the style thats mystic
(Juicy 'J')
Deep when we creep
Take yo last breath
Roll up yo tombstone
Smoke a blunt of death
Beware
The juice'll leave ya fuckin' hoes in terror
And scared of the Mystic Styles of them 3-6 devils
Who eva step up to this click then ya doomed
Cruise wit my harpoon
Straight through yo heart fool
Soon I'll have you in tha trance
Swearin hearin' evil chants
Two knifes stuck down in my pants
Bustas do not stand a chance
(DJ Paul)
See Im'ma cold hearted killa like murderer Al Kapone
Strong as thousand mile winds and quick to break ya bones
A glock 19, 95 i cause ya early death
Ya walkin' Triple 6 streets so foo watch ya step
We all about makin' that cheese we gotta stay straight mane
Robbin' or workin' these hoes foo it aint no thang
I even got virgins servin' for me in some otha nations
Pimpin' so hard that I got locked down for some tax evasion
Killas & theves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet
A rusty ass tec 9'll make ya hit ya knee
I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls
By da one in da chamber of da glock I got in my draws
I got my cap to the side
Watchin' my fuckin' back
My dopes across the street in the grass when I'm sweatin the track
Satan worshipper
The thug I be my profile read my file
I be enemy child for a while within' a Mystic Style
Aww yea it's like this for da 95'
Just like last year
You cant fuck wit us...
Beeeooooooooooootch!
Butt-Head: Hehe, you dumbass
{Beavis & Butt-Head laughing}
(Juicy 'J')
Yeah Juicy 'J' aka da juice up in this bitch and I'm out
(Playa Fly)
Yea, thiz Lil' Fly up in this mothafucka
Straight from funkytown hoe
(Gangsta Boo)
Gangsta Boo up in this mu-fucka you know what I'm sayin'
Kickin' these satanic verses I'm out hoe
*laughing*
(LaChat)
This LaChat up in this mu-fucka tellin all these hoes to take they
ana to tha floo I'm out
(Koopsta Knicca)
Yeah, Koopsta Knicca up in this birch with that midevil shird
(DJ Paul)
Yeah, DJ Paul up in this muthafucka
Da killaman--prophet entertainment in this hoe
(Lord Infamous)
Lord Infamous, Da Scrarecrow in this muthafucka
Tha mystical one nigga
So many, my niggas
Keep reachin' the top of this mountain
So can what I do
K-Roc ain't go beg the believas
I'm from where the prophets
Niggas that a felt me
Make a little rich with a thug (??) click
K-Roc ain't got no more
I'm on top this shit though
Check this place
Am I came with Juice Man can scratch
Tired of the scam
Fucked up his chest
Heavens gonna give me some
Plus I'm on the dub
They might know we on edge
And why fuck the frown
Wonder where gooby at
Bitch if you suckin' that dick
Prophet Posse we made it bitch
K-Roc we rockin' wit empty (??)
May kick in this shit that you can't understand
To bad that bitch is a want to be killa
We murder the bitch and fall out of the fame
I got six digits on my bank statement, rock
Ain't if you be like at coon
The two behind the dot
So how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the six
I spend a hundred g-b's
To I terrarize this click
Can the cameras, bees in the trees
Of my domain
So I can feel safe when I'm goin' off that oozy man
Go low mass Suburban, uh
Go low mass and Impala, nuh
I can brag for days
But because you nosie hoes
I'm stoppin' uh
Bitch rest rest
Out there finna crash like a lunatic
Is it to them bitch
If finna get em'
Tricks with cataract
Head back to bisac
have they take him to woods
Them goose ate his body
The body's no good
Now I would let them buck him
But the hoe just make me sick
Sick sick like a mad man
When the woofers start blastin'
Here yee, here yee don't you see
I got that Three 6 Mafia here
Were deeper than your faculty
Chorus x4
Sport (??) in the cemetery
Were blowin' hard
Cuase they don't know nothin'
But the money for (??)
I gotta get it
While the gettin' is good
Yeah, you know the motto bitch
Out to set that chedder
Cause it's better when you havin' shit
Dollar signs is on my mind
Look into my fuckin' eyes
Gettin' you hypnotized
Lettin' you know that Prophet is on the rise
Why you fantasizin'
Visualize me as you mrs.
I'm somewhere on that mowett
And smokin' blunts
Is how I kick it
So niggas recognize that in this here niggas
So don't you see
Comin' hard as thunder
Ready to rumble
What's it gonna be
Come on a journey
On to the world
Or do you know about where the nigga be hearin'
This house of Scarecrow make headin' to make it back home in the 21st
century
We niggas keep letchin' the duration
The Three 6 (??) I punish
Your facin' the ready to place the grace behave
We leavin' no traces
Were paperchasin'
Don't maybe get to rockin'
Whit this motherfuckin' stock and facin' to the stock
And open seseme my forty thieves done a chop
Know what they croppin'
When we ride grand larceny tonight
You best be slidin' through Three 6 murderers
Creep form the black side
I got this plan
This plan to rob a man
Tell him we got plenty of white
Get a nigga a key of sand
Take his fuckin' cheese
Count them g's
Then go overseas
to them colongus make them drop it off
Say nigga please
Back to the hood
With them good
From my niggas dope
Nothin' but the pure
And that chronic that'll make you choke
I'm stugglin' in that paperchase
From day to day
All in the crime
For you niggas snitchin'
Proppin' dimes
I'm takin' care of mine
Chorus x4
Yeah, run bitch. Run hoe! Ya nice motherfuckas!
Y'all jealous ass bitches!
You know what I'ma call y'all? Some Jello niggas.
Cuz y'all jealous of us, bitch.
Every motherfucker in our camp ridin clean, nigga.
Y'all know the motherfuckin score.
And this one right here is dedicated to you
It's dedicated to you, nigga.
They wanna dress like
Wanna sound like
Wanna be like
Ride like
Get high like
Make cheese like
The motherfuckin Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit em?
The motherfuckin Three 6, hoe you got a problem wit em?
I'm from the part of Tennessee called SPV, Spray Pesty Varments
Catch ya busta boy, I beat em; blow em up outta his dorments
Punk ass niggas be tryin ta stick a light up under me, like some ornaments
Don't make me grab the case that's fulla the weapons and hand ya ?the bombing?
Bitch ya killin me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage
Punk motherfucker don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storage
Bitches, bloody Satan waiting ?
Armageddon soldiers comin to ?
You trying to be like me, you can't be like me
It's hard ta be me, like them stunts on TV, g
You see me, hustlin, workin my muscle-in
Puttin my 2 cents where it can be trusted-n
You musta been a silly fool
Thinkin you could wear my shoes, damn fool
I walked a mile, I hauked em down
I understand now, why everybody don't wanna frown
1 thousand: Your kid kidnapped and fucked in the mouth
2 G's: Wife never seen again, but nothin to brag about
3 thousand: Car blown up, house burnt to the ground
4 G's: Run up in ya weak ass show, lettin off rounds
5 thousand: Best friend found naked and decapitated
6 G's: Yo broke ass barried alive cuz yo ass hated
7 G's: He ain't even workin, I kill a nigga myself, dead
Catch em in tha haven put somethin hot up in his head
I'm real from the junt (junt)
Never was a punk (punk)
North Memphis bound bitch, buck ass hell and crunk (crunk)
You might catch me deep (deep)
On your fuckin street (street)
Buckin wit the tech-9, sweep you off yo feet (feet)
Drankin on that liquour (liquor)
Chillin wit my niggas (niggas)
Hangin on the corner, wit a fuckin rusty pistol (pistol)
Step up to me hoe (hoe)
When you on that blow (blow)
I'ma (gunshots: pop pop pop, pop) till you hit tha flo (flo)
Ahhhhh!
Please don't test the wrist or steel this
Waitin for she tell, pop, every style mystic
Pimp shit, hits never miss those red
Settin you a miss, when I spray the AK
Plus I flex-a hella gay, will you catch a boy?
Ever since a boy, always had black toy
So we ain't goin out, no punk, I'm knockin out y'all
Dead body, froze, ?hard puss in my jaw?
Well all them hoes that used to be down with me
I signed a deal, made some money, now you bitches downin me?
Bitches tryin ta blast at me,
or am I dreamin the motherfuckers be after me?
Why you tryin ta be like me? You labelled as a wanna-be.
You ghetto hoes, you need to read up on this Gangsta Boo
Cuz you might find a tip, bitch, that can help you.
I'm a down chick
Niggas be wantin ta crown chick
Stay around chick
Yeah, you better watch the situation that you get involved in
You might get involved with the wrong people
Get into a situation you might can't get yourself out of
Dig a hole you can't climb out
You know what I'm saying
Get in it too deep
Chorus x2
I'm in it too deep to get on out
They always told me death was the only way out
I'm sitting up all night
I can never rest my head
How will my family take it if I ended up dead
(Lord Infamous)
There was a man who approached me every night
I was resting fast asleep
He traveled deep into my mind
And he promised me power beyond my wildest dreams
He said he could take me away from the suffering
Begging and our poverty
So I had to agree
There's one catch, I must worship him throughout the centuries
But I really didn't know any better
I'm tired of the pain and Koop taught me running
He gave me the things he promised to me
But I cannot leave I will suffer forever
I'm tired of his wrong
All of his powers are much to strong
Oh so bad I want to move on
But if I do my sould is gone
Lions from the cages
Saw you murderers, adulterers, and thieves
What you don't know is that
You're walking in the same shoes with me
(Koopsta Knicca)
Nothin' but a man says forseekin' that's all I see
Is he close to me
Said is she Victoria Secret
hells of the air with the smells of a prayer
Bled right here with a stale bud
Doggystyled in a chair
Turned him on his stomach
Cash his money for the motions
If you ready for mystic (?)
Koop finna come a little bit closer
Rolled him over just before a sound went pop
Then I reached for my heart
Oh my god Koopsta just been robbed
I hope you feel me
I'm laying naked lookinn' at the ceiling
In bloody red
Just same old same for the Koopsta
Chorus
(Gangsta Boo)
I'm in it too deep to escape this kind of drama
That costs playa hatas and fakers
That equals problems
Today and day in time
You can't read nobody's mind
These smiles turn to frowns
When they see a playa on the rise
On top of the world
Just a looking down and laughing at'cha
I never be bothered like 2pac
I ain't mad at'cha
So baby beware
This game of life is like do or die
It's hell on this earth
The only thing that's missing is the fire
Come on baby tell me
Is it something that your eyes can't see
Or are you jsut blind to the fact that you in it too deep
(Juicy "J")
Yeah I know what ya mean
I had to stand on my ground
To give them the scene
Just me and my brotha down in the struggle
Then I serve 'em to the fiends
And after dark
Deep in the park
The dope up fiends
We start to light the pipe all through the night
I use to wonder will god
Please help the poor come up on their feet
Cause ther was nothing to eat
Didn't want to jack or rob
A brotha had to maintain the streets
Up in the projects wasn't no flodgin'
Cuase I was trying to get out who can you trust
I had to be tough
I never ran my mouth
Me and the crew would constantly hit the brew
A natural high
How can you make it in this world but to try
(DJ Paul)
1991 was the year
901 was the area code
38116 was the zip code of all the roads we road
Now let my story be told
A young boy dropping out of school house
But not to learn off in the 10th grade
Try to come up at last
Like a doe
Outcast off all them songs I done made
Bump my undergound tapes up and down the hall
To DJ Paul was no damn things
But to my dogs Tony and Shysta
Asked me to join a gang that ain't even made
But hanging around them fools
I had to get down and join the click see
Cause I made so many enemies
>From clicks off in my city
Now if I told ya what gang it was
Then you I will seem more down
But if I told ya what gang I'm in
I can only do a show off in my own town
But it's all to the good
Much love to the thugs an my good
And in my set much respect
I wit'cha for life that cha can bet
We lights one up tonight
Chorus
Chorus
Dope game cocaine
Dope game dope dope cocaine...
Gangsta Boo
Dope game
my game
hoes lame
its a shame
how the Gangsta Boo is gonna click up on you bitches manne
Gangsta Boo is not the kind of bitch that will like get punked out
looks are so decieving
stupid bitch do you wanna fizzind out
how can ya bust a playa
playahataz better listen close
if you try to buck me bitch
Im outie with you fucking soul
yes the devils daughter
kind of caught up bitch that wish the slip
slip yo ass in a coffin
because you run your fuckin lip
Hoe my game is thick
so stupid bitch dont ever test me hoe
if I fucked up once
you fuck up twice
so hoe you gotta go
Listen deep this pimpin
really quick before I split your dome
hoe you trying to cross me in this game
and stupid hoe its on
Juicy J
Just a flodgin ass nigga
with a lot of cheese
heard he stackin g's
everyday pushin plenty keys
Nigga dont know me
cause I aint no phony
and I aint the nigga you can whoop and call me toby
low key
on his ass
waitin for the night to come
so I can kick down his door and make him give me some
bitch I with a little young nigga age thirteen
fucked up in town while I watched yo ass ride clean
now that Im grown up
from the hood I gained nuts
nigga you gonna drop off that dope
or feel the pain of a hollow tip
rip through your shit or your fuckin brain
thats what you get
when you choose to play the dope game
bitch!
Chorus
DJ Paul
Im at the cut
droppin the fiend down with the monkey nuts
Im tired
Im hittin 'em short
I gotta get over
I dont give a fuck
the shit goes on from sun-up till sun-down
and on the tweleve I geuss
but now its time cut the shit
wheres my mind at my best
I gotta test
a nigga to see what he got can a fool
make you straight a couple of g抯
I need more cheese
I layin it down on his face
but dont waste time
I gotta roll straight through the shit
sometimes I wonder will it end
cause I rob for petty shit
Im riskin my life pullin yo card
after yall push him off the wood grain
a pop off his smile a one eight spot
Im dodgin the cops
watchin my bizzak fools kinda like a snitch
but when I do my boys
I find there house and go up in that shit
Lord Infamous
Check it out
nigga Im kickin in doos
bodies are froze
bloody ya clothes
gun to ya nose
all of you niggaz you really need to give up more money and dope
face the floor
forty-four
into ya head
droppin 'em dead
Infamous fled
put them to bed
with the weight
then escape
count the stacks
shine my gat
after I jack
like a rat
on the creep
all you dopehead niggaz will get put to sleep
when I sneak
give up the dope or get a hole in yo cranium
you see this mean artilery you know containin some
shit that makes me flexible to make your life ejectible
and with this bullet in your brain you be dead either comotose
so when you pushin candy with the Scarecrow comin to smoke you manne
simple and plain
youll get stanged
if you in the dope game
bitch
Chorus
In da game
trapped in da game.....
I'm so hi', all i smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that got damn dope
I fuss wit' the light green
I fuss wit' the drizzle hoe
I puts five to the tail
I smokes till it is no mo'
I fuss wit' this hotel
I gots towels to the do'
I fuss wit' this freaky hoe
That's down fo' the dicky flo'
I'm blazin' this sticky, but never mixing it wit mycoke
This one right here for the nose,
This one right for the smoke
This one right here for the dollars
This one right here roll the blunt
I'm taking six from the stix
I'm wildin' like niggas stunt
1st you get the swishers
2nd buy the liquor
3rd buy some of that sticky, most smokers call it sticker
Can't forget the Newport, suckin' on my too short
Call my nigga Big Tris, bring that blow and snizort
I'm high ass fucking lizzy
I'm stressin' how i'm livin'
Oh please, oh please, oh please,
just give me just one mo' hizze
This hydro weed I got some
I might blow you a shotgun
But if you can't play hizzap
I guess yo ass don't want none
Give me weed, give me green,
give me somethin wit no seed
Give me somethin I can break down wit
no sticks or unstamy
It don't makes no d if its ? or dat bud
Just give it give it to me
and my hand will fill it up
In yo hand you receive is a big face from me
Tell my nigga pass me that swisher,
so I can roll up this weed
Get me fiending up wit weed
Put that joint to that sweet
Then my nigga looked at my me
Then we started to repeat
Yo, I be smokin' out daily,
maybe get up on some hazey
Then remote and faded baby,
cause you niggas drive me crazy
Still a lady when I'm escalated
Faded with my peeps
Bobby Brown smokin' niggas know not to even step to me
When I'm high I ain't gone lie,
I'm feeling freaky up inside
You wanna keep it on the low
I put my truck on the other side
Nigga nigga what'chu mean Gangsta Boo be on that green
Looking good up on the scene
Posted up knowhat I mean
Gone on the pills after ?
Yes I break out of the lot
Smoke too much hydro puff
I'm takin' it up a notch
Too me you ain't got to eat?
And the stranger thinks of me?
I'm paralyzed from the P
I'm shootin' up cause of thee
Bacardi for cocoa plex
I sniffed up an avalanche
I'm going in to a trance
Da deadliest demon man
You thus as the Sosate say
Yeah pass me that saucer tray
Or pass me a blunt of hay
I wanna just drift away, drift away
I be smokin' on motherfuckin weed
and chiefin' out
Hear me saying satinac prays
Let her suck my dick
Fo this girl drive me crazy
These niggas got me doped
Gotta blaze a blunt into me
Fo just take me to the chiefin' room
Fuck the city with the chicken
Chief the chicken, roll the chicken
Smoking got the chicken out there dirty,
with a lot of sticky
Hear me this and I think I blowed a pound
Now I seen me a little silohuette of mine
Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel
Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel
These snitchin' niggas claim we dealin'
Told the folks we pimpin' women
But a nigga ain't gone livin', locked up in a fed building
All in my fuckin' face, all up on my fuckin' case
I'm about to take some names, bodies gone get bucked and hanged
Haters we ain't barrin' you, y'all done pressed the panic fuse
Nigga, we ain't been cool, never have I fucked wit' you
Neither do ya fuck wit' me, on yo deals, smoke yo trees
Playa I'ma make yo bleed for them Z's or them Ki's
Now all these niggas downin' me is some bitches
Mane, I got models
(Hoe)
I blow all of yo insides up out you and make you hollow
(Hoe)
You smilin' in my face but I'm knowin' yo grin ain't good
(Hoe)
I steady hear ya claimin' but you ain't from my hood
(Hoe)
The real BHZ niggas keepin' they mouth shut
(Bitch)
Ain't spreadin' no rumors or droppin' salt up on a thug
(Bitch)
I'm knowin' ya broke, but no excuses for actin' like a kid
Never shot a gun, so how you thinkin' you ready for war dig
Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel
Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel
Why you bitches got your mug on me
Is it because I'm being me?
Tryna protect yo image, nigga bust if you ain't diggin' me
Bitch, I don't even like you mane, comin' from lady gangsta mane
Cut yo CD off,step right in to my location mane
Memphis, Tennessee, BHZ, all up in my blood
Shake ya load off, why ya yellin' quote unquote a thug
Nigga anyway, I don't dig niggas in denial
Wit' ya fake smile, dirty nose, lady know the time
Why you in my grill playa, get the fuck away from me hoe
All my niggas be on blow, ready to snap you bitches throat
Y'all be lettin' these tapes fool you like I am joke
Watch me put you in a choke, never let you niggas go
Trick ass biotch, listen close, do you feel it's you?
Do you feel it's you that I'm talkin' to? What you gone do?
Come and wreck my shit, I got niggas wreckin' shit
I got Georgia boys ready to come up on a fuckin' lick, biotch
Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel
Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel
So you call yourself a gangsta mutherfucka you bitch
La Chat I'm out here on the town, I do some real gangsta shit
You talk a lot of shit killa, can you back it up though
Them boys can't help you, when I buck them hollow points at you hoe
Now have you ever killed a nigga, have you blew out his brains
Or have you cut the body up and fed your dog the remains?
See scandalous is how I'm labeled 'cuz I ain't takin' shit
I be that bitch so quick to click, remove your face from your wig
Now if you wanna fuck wit' me I'll take you bitches to war
Just leave ya place and address nigga, I'll be there at your door
It ain't no need yo mammy beggin' way too late for the kids
I told you bitches from the jump, you shouldn't have did what you did
So what's up killa? Shit, what's up, what's up?
I thought you was tough, not tough enough to drop on up
Now I got that pump at your guts
So if you got your mug on me I'm takin' that as a threat
La Chat gone ride down on you hoes and put that tec to ya neck, hoe
Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel
Mean mug niggas lookin' and they hid from a smile
But inside blood cookin', got a problem wit' my style
Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand
hangin out tha window holdin tight to my murder wepon hit the light creep up slow bullet let me know yah slipin glock popin bustas dropin niggas duckin from dis shit mask on my face no decription of who made this hit. niggas thinkin who was it bitch it was triple six devil thougths evil thoughts ??? bitchs I just glisin plenty of blood no suspect only victoms laying dead seheels laying in their bodys is the fucking bullet led now niggas in da morge and I could give a fuck lets keep my business quite as kept mothers in their black dress headed by to my fuckin yhood project born ridge grove hulsta raised gangsta raised bussiness up in ??? now sorry your the one got me reachin for my hip no friends in the hame in the spot victom of my clip fuck all you bustas step and your goina die comin at your ass victom of a fuckin drive by.
(course)x4 break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you (pop pop till you drop body full of lead hoe)
stright from the north bitch ridge grove is my stomping ground you niggas don't make a move you bitchs don't make a sound so all the gangsta and nigga glock back in for the 94 tellin all you punk bustas bring the shit to the door i'm able to fadeable no nigga can fuck wit dis you talk all that bulshit to my mouth goes my fuckin fist I jackin 5,000 bitch so go home and get you gat you better take of a hoe cuz this shit is on like that squeezin my fuckin trigger blast it to take your life your niggaz done got all down so you have to pay the price jumped in the fuckin ride loced out like frome head to toe I pulled out a sack of ink rolled up as we start to blow my gat is tight in my hand its too late to break and run my bullets ejected bitch got shot down by teflons on a spree killing see welcom to the evil eye its to late to run bitch victom of a drive by.
(course)X4
that god damm dope...yeah hoe yeah hoe(all throught the song)
we gotta come like we get down 'n' dirty for our figas, we gotta come like we
be quick to pull back on some triggas, we gotta come you know that devil shit
is still up in us, we mafia niggas, we mafia niggas,(this chourse 1 more time)
so that wicked got some shit you bitches neva saw i come wit shakas and they
bumpin now ill break the law, i cut the air for you breathe, whill im blazin on
theses greens....something anbout trees)..we'll take yo leg all off, you chokin
from exhaust, you lost up in the sauce, you stumble against the wall,dont play
with lord at all, you didn't listin now you pissin down yo leg and got a gun
against yo head, you know im headin for a bloody ball? im tryin to go for boss,
prepare for all the cops, i got'em possin when i toss it and we'll get 'em all,
im dirty for the calls, bitch dont you hit the balls, i'll lock you bitches in
the ice box when its full of frost, bitch dont you know when i am high i leave
a dimplo, cock back this pistol and i'll pop you like a pimpo (pimple), i got
the 2, and the stones, in yo home, with the chrome, you alone, and the rest is
very simpo (simple)
chourse times
aint no nigga dont play with me, play wit me my nigga im gonna lay ya in the
street, all i came for is cheese, maybe thats hard to belive, im gonna lock
down a load and let yo bitch ass bleed, let y'all know that i came, wit some
shit up my sleeve, know what i mean my nigga its only just me slit a line down
my sleeve? something put some lead in yo heart, its only the sick shit, dont
get shit started.
now ever scince we came, them hatas dont know where to go, they try to go to
they crib, i shot around in there home, im bustin lugas with some lugas do ya
nigga im gonna send some straight through ya screw ya, bout this buisness, bout
these boys, bout this witness wit these toys
wit these toys yeah we gotta make the noise when we cock 'em guaranteed to kill
'em rob 'em stop 'em wit a saud off shot gun niggas in the street and, frid up
only dog food? and rockin so much dope the restrooms toxic in the madness its
like psycotic
the last chourse.
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz
Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fiend wiolatin' the business, I ain't wit'
And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit
And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss
The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors
First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA!
Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your door
4, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos
So, when we creep, drop cause I'ma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind, blow
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black
You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
You half steppin'
I got the weapon
Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga
No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit
Got all my boys, don't make no noise,
just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart
It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy
Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin' that shit about this
man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start
See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard
Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition
No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute
I woke up early Saturday morning,
suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers
Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends
And pay a livin', neh nigga,
gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan
You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me
You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the treason,
time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze
Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke
Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise
Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays
Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays
And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight
And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
What, what, it's CP nigga
[Chorus]
I look, I look, I look, I look,
I look, I look, I look, I look,
I look, I feel, I smell like money,
I look, I feel, I smell like money,
Just look at me dummy, look, look at me dummy,
Pull yo shades down, get a good look at me dummy [x2]
So many my niggas
Keep reachin' the top of this mountain
So can what I do
K Roc ain't go beg the believas
I'm from where the prophets
Niggas that a felt me
Make a little rich with a thug (??) click
K Roc ain't got no more
I'm on top this shit though
Check this place
Am I came with Juice Man can scratch
Tired of the scam
Fucked up his chest
Heavens gonna give me some
Plus I'm on the dub
They might know we on edge
And why fuck the frown
Wonder where gooby at
Bitch if you suckin' that dick
Prophet Posse we made it bitch
K-Roc we rockin' wit empty (??)
May kick in this shit that you can't understand
To bad that bitch is a want to be killa
We murder the bitch and fall out of the fame
I got six digits on my bank statement, rock
Ain't if you be like at coon
The two behind the dot
So how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the six
I spend a hundred g-b's
To I terrarize this click
Can the cameras, bees in the trees
Of my domain
So I can feel safe when I'm goin' off that oozy man
Go low mass Suburban, uh
Go low mass and Impala, nuh
I can brag for days
But because you nosie hoes
I'm stoppin' uh
Bitch rest rest
Out there finna crash like a lunatic
Is it to them bitch
If finna get em'
Tricks with cataract
Head back to bisac
have they take him to woods
Them goose ate his body
The body's no good
Now I would let them buck him
But the hoe just make me sick
Sick sick like a mad man
When the woofers start blastin'
Here yee, here yee don't you see
I got that Three 6 Mafia here
Were deeper than your faculty
Chorus x4
Sport (??) in the cemetery
Were blowin' hard
Cuase they don't know nothin'
But the money for (??)
I gotta get it
While the gettin' is good
Yeah, you know the motto bitch
Out to set that chedder
Cause it's better when you havin' shit
Dollar signs is on my mind
Look into my fuckin' eyes
Gettin' you hypnotized
Lettin' you know that Prophet is on the rise
Why you fantasizin'
Visualize me as you mrs.
I'm somewhere on that mowett
And smokin' blunts
Is how I kick it
So niggas recognize that in this here niggas
So don't you see
Comin' hard as thunder
Ready to rumble
What's it gonna be
Come on a journey
On to the world
Or do you know about where the nigga be hearin'
This house of Scarecrow make headin' to make it back home in the 21st
century
We niggas keep letchin' the duration
The Three 6 (??) I punish
Your facin' the ready to place the grace behave
We leavin' no traces
Were paperchasin'
Don't maybe get to rockin'
Whit this motherfuckin' stock and facin' to the stock
And open seseme my forty thieves done a chop
Know what they croppin'
When we ride grand larceny tonight
You best be slidin' through Three 6 murderers
Creep form the black side
I got this plan
This plan to rob a man
Tell him we got plenty of white
Get a nigga a key of sand
Take his fuckin' cheese
Count them g's
Then go overseas
to them colongus make them drop it off
Say nigga please
Back to the hood
With them good
From my niggas dope
Nothin' but the pure
And that chronic that'll make you choke
I'm stugglin' in that paperchase
From day to day
All in the crime
For you niggas snitchin'
Proppin' dimes
I'm takin' care of mine
Chorus x4
Let me just take you somewhere secret
Gonna cut out of the lights down dim, forget all
About your world
We gonna just flow wit what we feel lets share a
Few private thoughts, i'm not just
Out for your sex, let me simp-lify
The things in life that
You find complex, forget what
You heard bout me cause your a
Scarecrow groupie but theres no
Pressure on you cause you know
What you must do
Check this out
Lets have a drink
And i give
You time to think
Let me puff
This buddah blunt and cut on
This porno bunk here come lounge
Here by my side tonight your
My devils bride and theres a
Freek deep inside have no shame
No need to hide why do you
Keep on blushing get it all
Like thugsta she she must be
Kinda tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy now i got
Her on all fours, bout to break
Down the headboard crash this broad
On through the wall now she howlin like a dog swept poor
We hit the floor and don't quit
Another one ripped
It's just another victim of lord infamous late nite tip
I'm not the type that get involved in long relationships (why)
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts
I'm sorry im' not on that tip (what)
If you want romance
You should just stick who you already with (ok)
If you in that mood you can just hit me on that late nite tip (ooh)
I done seen
Some funny shh since i got in this game
They wants my crib they wants my kisses, all i done gots my fame
I never recall you askin' your last boyfriend for nathin
But now they be purple on gold
Got ya aggrivatin'
(i need a coach bag)
I can't be even doin' it
(i need my hair done)
Me too, i ain't got nothin' to do with it
I've been through with it
You and the since the first time you ask and might i add
Playas like me can't be savin' your ass
I ain't with that nonsense
Or that lovey dovey mess
Feelin' kind of huh
I call and all i want is sex
Slip on victoria secrets hit the liqour store before it close
Call chris so i can't get somethin' white to go get up my
Now i'm feelin' fine
Nothin' but sex is on my mind
If you cannot please me boy
Then please don't waste all of my time
Got you caught up in the mist
Mystic girl from triple
Late nite tip is all we have
It's payin so trick that's it
I can't understand why these boss be trippin'
Can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Ballin' in my lexus dropped low to the ground
Just a young playa tryin' put my bid in
Freeks wanna trick that be constantly payin'
Not a ghetto thug that be constantly layin'
Rainbow inn or da summer motel
Oh well that's where the juice man stayin'
Gotta have a lady that wanna do what i do
Likes skippin'work or love cuttin' high school
Servin' all the playas in the three 6 mafia
Camcorder on skinny dippin' in the swimmin' pool
Never try to argue
Bother you or fight
Kill a pack of jimmy hand strapped pen real tight
Fillin' alazey all tall and a budlight
Just for your freeks on a moon lite late nite
Tell me three 6 whose that bumpin that music
Hypnotizin' koop
I tell you who
I'm bout to lose it
Could it be that late night crew tight
Just inside the party
Always kind of lonely
Someone want me, hold me, i say
Come here come near come hear
The koopsta cryin' tears
I can't think positive
When no one cares of how i feel
Relax my mind so tired that i even try to find
[Lord Infamous]
Let me just take you somewhere secret
gonna cut all of the lights down dim
Forget all about your boy we gonna just flow it
What we felt let's share a few private thoughts
I'm not just, out for your sex
Let me simplify the things in life that you find complex
Forget what, you heard bout me cuz you're a Scarecrow groupie
but there's no pressure on you cuz you know
what you must do check this out
Let's have a drink and I give you time to think
Let me puff this buddah blunt and cut on this porno buff
Girl come lounge here by my side, tonight your, my devil's bride
And there's a freak deep inside have no shame, no need to hide
Why do you keep on blushin? Get it on
Like a slut she, she must be,
kind of tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy
Now I got her on all fours
bout to break down the headboard crash this broad
All through the wall now she howling like a dog, sweat poured
We hit the floor it don't quit, another one ripped
It's just another victim of Lord Infamous late night tip
(Chorus)
I'm not the type that get involved in long relationships
Takin' trips, and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry I'm not on that tip
If you want romance you should just stick who you are already with
If you in that mood you can hit me on that late night tip (2x)
[DJ Paul]
I done seen some funny shit since I got in this game
They wants my crib they wants kids since I done got my fame
I never recall you askin your last boyfriend for nathin
But now the big bourban on gold got you aggravated
[Gangsta Boo] I need a coach bag
[DJ Paul] I can't be even doin' it
[Gangsta Boo] I need my hair done
[DJ Paul]
Me too I ain't got nothin' to do with it
I been through with it, you and it since the first time you asked
And might I add, players like me can't be savin' your ass
[Gangsta Boo]
I ain't with that nonsense, or that lovey-dovey mess
Feelin' kind of whorish I call and all I want is sex
Slip on Victoria's secret, hit the liquor store before it close
Call Chris so I can get something white to go up in my nose
Now I'm feelin' fine, nothin' but sex is on my mind
If you cannot please me boy, then please don't waste all of my time
Got you caught up in the mist
Mystic girl from Triple Six
Late night tip is all we have, it's time for trick that sick
(Chorus 2x)
[Juicy J]
I can't understand why these slobs be trippin'
Can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen
Ballin' in my Lex dropped low to the ground
Just a young playa tryin' to put my bid in
Freaks want a trick that be constantly payin'
Not a ghetto thug that be constantly layin
Raymo Inn on a summer motel,
oh well that's what the Juice might stay in
Gotta have a lady that wanna do what I do
Like skippin' work or love cuttin' high school
Summon all the players in the Three 6 Mafia
Camcorder on skinny dippin' in the swimmin' pool
Never try to argue, bother you, or fight
Kill a pack a jimmy hats strapped on real tight
Sippin' Alize all tall, and a bud light
Just for you freaks on the moonlight late night
[Koopsta Knicca]
Tell me Three 6 who be bumpin' that music
Hypnotizin' Koop I tell you who I'm bout to lose it
Could it be that late night, groove type, just inside the body
Always kinda lonely someone want me hold me, I say
Come here, come here, come here the Koopsta cryin' tears
I can't think positive when no one cares of how I feel
Realize my mind, sometimes that I even try to find
I cannot lie though I can ride high late night
(Chorus until song ends)
*Talking* Gunshots
Chorus x2
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Still still fuckin' talkin'
You niggas still breathin'
Which side are you on
Life or death
Chorus x2
The Kila Klan Kaze gon' watch you bleed
Ask Jesus for forgivin'
For all the sins that I did
I'm trapped in a storm
In a place we call Earth
I tried to stop but I just slid
Into a path where hatas are dwellin' my life
Lie in the hands of others
It's so fucked up in this place we call home
Cause it's the back stabbin' bustas
I separate my folks from friends
Is the type of click that I be in
It makes it difficult for me to decifer
Who came to ride to the end
See Ana it's all
Be every be wonderin'
If I'm gonna see tommorrow
So I pack my heat
Off in these streets
Bitch to relieve all this drama
I'm settin' my stake high
To a g to make g's
Cause I'm known to be the mackBut soon as I take two steps to the
future
It seems I get pulled three steps back
You see less fortune in niggas
Start lookin' suspicious neglected
See we were cool
Now I hate em'
Inject the pain'
Suffacate em'
You smarter than (??)
See ain't no love for no busters
You punks is shaded like graded
See you ain't shit I don't trust ya
Life or death
Theres no one left
The engines miss so brace yourself
Will they allow me to have these doors
I close my eyes
And I lost my breath
Chorus x5
Which side are you on
Life or death
The Killa Klan Kaze gon' watch you bleed
Never mistaken your life
I be taken so watch your step (watch your step)
The borthers out there sit wonderin' how can I overcome life
With no closer def
But prophets has raised me up from the grave
But I'm afraid to come back to my life of sin
But see when K-Roc just keep on and take so hes oh
(fuck a friend bitch)
Fuck a bitch
Kill the trick
Lifestyle serves down for my hustle man
Prophet Entertainment motherfucker wanna burp
Killa Play can you say what you do
Keep it to what you through life or death
Triple 6 witness is victims
Or speakers no bitches don't know what is K-Roc himself
These no one left
Spank a bee
Ckeck a bee
take a nigge she leave him here
And thie D's when you fuckin' with P fool
You and coll you and Lou who
Be in the Killa Klan Kaze will blast if I motherfuckin' have to
Real from my palm hand niggas in my trunk trunk
Bot they redrum
Why don't you come and get your head bump
Lumps ah what I want
Better for your body
More Scanman rap
Drop (??) in the dungeon
All I want is you to come and walk along with me
Three 6 Mafia and Killa Klan Kaze
(??) is what they had you send to me
Can you like feel my breeze
See fool breeze between them trees
Chorus x2
Which side are you on
Life or death
Life or death
deep down south in da hood niggas slang
Hustlin' and game
Tryin ta stack some change
Land of tha lost full of gangstas n killas
Niggas all about they damn scrilla >
To start it off i'm the mutha fuckin lady about her cheese
While u other herman benz out there leavin fo' free
Kinda quick to tell you what im gonna get and it be true
At the end of the rainbow nigga i thought you knew
Cause im sayin all my hustlas dont forgot im on the green
Got a pocket full of money not no stones know what i mean?
Dont get mad cause yo ass livin broke
Fuck that get up off yo lazy ass
Get about yo fuckin scratch
Im chasin franklin wit' my triple 6 thugs
Cause we was sinners
I get deeper im still comin up with lint
Livin in a tent some trick gotta change
It aint the same
And its plain ta see i aint the same man
Beat a bitch, rob a hoe
Kick in does from doe ta doe
Prophet posse never sloppy
Clean you out from roof ta flo'
Im startin ta stinkin' raisin my heartbeat
Ta never be rich
Rather trade a hoe for mackers dis predemption
Its on! why you shakin whatcha wanna do
I gotta 357 brand new shootin holes through
Niggas skulls fool lets get da dope and drop it off
And count them g's and smoke some cheese
It pays to brake the law
My cousin creepin all them graded boys gonna hook us up
To make a grip on that white shit that we dont see or touch
Fuck what you talkin about?
We slangin nigga
By any means you wanna stop the team we pull the trigga
Red red go away!
Cause a nigga wanna play
Leave me here
Standin to the left
There yo cab
Let me wear a breifcase in my situation
So many smilin faces
About tha devil thats in me racin'
Placin heres a mutha fucka my nigga i tell ya what
When i was in the jail while my killa was in da cut
All because of this is how power,cowering
Bustin that i heat up musta been in love
Wanna feel me with slugs
Its crunchy black crunchy black
On da creep nigga
How you niggas out here gonna laugh and fuckin giggle?
When im gettin bigga and bigga
Bigga den a fuckin picture
Picture me in yo dreams when im out, ta fuckin getcha
Hit ya fo' ya dividends and fled from da fuckin case
Dont drop no peices so i, want catch a case
Make a mistake in dis game and man youll hafta pay
Deep in the jail cell or holy cell
DJ Paul-
(Intro)
Yeah, run bitch. Run hoe! Ya nice motherfuckas!
Y'all jealous ass bitches!
You know what I'ma call y'all? Some Jello niggas.
Cuz y'all jealous of us, bitch.
Every motherfucker in our camp ridin clean, nigga.
Y'all know the motherfuckin score.
And this one right here is dedicated to you [censor beep].
It's dedicated to you, nigga.
(Chorus)
DJ Paul-
They wanna dress like
Wanna sound like
Wanna be like
Ride like
Get high like
Make cheese like
The motherfuckin Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit em?
The motherfuckin Three 6, hoe you got a problem wit em?
Lord Infamous-
I'm from the part of Tennessee called SPV, Spray Pesty Varments
Catch ya busta boy, I beat em; blow em up outta his dorments
Punk ass niggas be tryin ta stick a light up under me, like some ornaments
Don't make me grab the case that's fulla the weapons and hand ya ?the bombing?
Bitch ya killin me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage
Punk motherfucker don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storage
Bitches, bloody Satan waiting ???
Armageddon soldiers comin to ???
Crunchy Black-
You trying to be like me, you can't be like me
It's hard ta be me, like them stunts on TV, g
You see me, hustlin, workin my muscle-in
Puttin my 2 cents where it can be trusted-n
You musta been a silly fool
Thinkin you could wear my shoes, damn fool
I walked a mile, I hauked em down
I understand now, why everybody don't wanna frown
(Chorus) x2
DJ Paul-
1 thousand: Your kid kidnapped and fucked in the mouth
2 g's: Wife never seen again, but nothin to brag about
3 thousand: Car blown up, house burnt to the ground
4 g's: Run up in ya weak ass show, lettin off rounds
5 thousand: Best friend found naked and decapitated
6 g's: Yo broke ass barried alive cuz yo ass hated
7 g's: He ain't even workin on killin, nigga myself dead
Catch em in tha haven put somethin hot up in his head
Juicy J-
I'm real from the junt (junt)
Never was a punk (punk)
North Memphis bound bitch, buck ass hell and crunk (crunk)
You might catch me deep (deep)
On your fuckin street (street)
Buckin wit the tech-9, sweep you off yo feet (feet)
Drankin on that liquour (liquor)
Chillin wit my niggas (niggas)
Hangin on the corner, wit a fuckin rusty pistol (pistol)
Step up to me hoe (hoe)
When you on that blow (blow)
I'ma (gunshots: pop pop pop, pop) till you hit tha flo (flo)
(Chorus) x2
Koopsta Knicca-
Ahhhhh!
Please don't test the wrist or steel this
Waitin for she tell, pop, every style mystic
Pimp shit, hits never miss those red
Settin you a miss, when I spray the AK
Plus I flex-a hella gay, will you catch a boy?
Ever since a boy, always had black toy
So we ain't goin out, no punk, I'm knockin out y'all
Dead body, froze, ?hard puss in my jaw?
Gangsta Boo-
Well all them hoes that used to be down with me
I signed a deal, made some money, now you bitches downin me?
Bitches tryin ta blast at me,
or am I dreamin the motherfuckers be after me?
Why you tryin ta be like me? You labelled as a wanna-be.
You ghetto hoes, you need to read a bonus Gangsta Boo
Cuz you might find a tip, bitch, that can help you.
I'm a down chick
Niggas be wantin ta crown chick
Stay around chick
Whenever, however, it's goin down, bitch.
(Chorus) x2
Violent J's-
(Intro)
I choke... nope... thats wack hold up.
I stab you with an umbrella,
then open it cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopean.
Alright Hold Up!!!! Wait a second listen!
I peel your cap back with a cannon ball,
I buck 'em all fuck 'em all we standin' tall woooo....
Three 6 Mafia, Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid!
Juicy J-
We used to... We used to.... We used to rob for them petty things,
like a gold chain, know a muthafucka make it rain, now it's cocaine
If you see me on the dope train, I'm the dope man
Cigarettes in muh right hand, ready to make a stain
Old folks scared of eye-gain, at the window pane
they be lookin' wit a migraine
while I catch a drain and you know it's a fuckin' shame
when you in this game tryin' to sell to a sprung lane
I control ya brain
DJ Paul-
Now do muh niggas bust glocks fuck wit us Big C
It's the buggaz? of the boat, bust a trick make 'em bleed
through his neck through his back nigga cover them hoes
ain't no mess goin' be workin' when you twirkin' with some pros
Automatic rep a carrier challange on the barrier, hang 'em in the closet
kidnap the treasurer, bandanas on our face we wilin' out like some cowboys
hoe we need the g's and I'm talkin like NOW BOYS!
(Chorus) x2
Gangsta Boo-
We just anotha crazy click
doin' whatever to get us wild when we pumped up
you ain't anotha bitch I ain't goin' lie, put ya guns up,
show 'em who really runnin' the streets with the calicos
Monoxide Child-
We the click that don't play...
quik to rip ya head off and hand it to Violent J and bury it away
I'm on the spree killa for freak without a conscious
bitches we on a mission to bomb shit!
Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six Click
Hoes that pop lip, can eat a dick, or get ya neck slit
I'm havin' these memory relapses of bodies up in the caskets
with no heads Monoxide foolin' wit tha dead!
Jamie Madrox-
We rollin' deep on the lawn with the psychopathic leathers on
you slingin' stones? so come bring it on
when gettin' drunk at ya funerals treat us like we criminals
we juggalo individuals!!!!!
We just anotha crazy click... ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six!
All up in this bitch and we runnin' shit
we doin' drive bys on all yall wit chain saws
here I come redefined, rugged and raw!
(Chorus)
Violent J-
We just anotha crazy click to fuck around and bury ya
takin' care of ya we the scrarier tha malaria
I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein
chokin' anybody i find i'm takin' mine
Shaggy 2 Dope-
Ya muthafuckas can't get near it, cause ya fear it
look in my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gherig
I don't know Judo but I go "Kheeya!"
I'll fuck you up so bad a wheel chair couldn't see ya!
Violent J-
Listen... You hear that slut?
That was me! pullin' this stick out ya butt!
I'm a juggalo serial killa instead screamin' fuck ya'll
I stab bitches wit a chain saw!
Shaggy 2 Dope-
We walk around countin' the rocks, beatin' scrubs up
and raidin' tin dogs face I throw the dubs up
we tearin' clubs up Down South Wit D
Three Six yall.... Twiztid, and I.C.P
I choke... nope... thats wack hold up.
I stab you with an umbrella,
then open it cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian
Alright Hold Up!!!! Wait a second listen!
I peel your cap back with a cannon ball
I buck 'em all fuck 'em all we standin' tall woooo....
Three 6 Mafia, Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid!
We used to... we used to....
We used to rob for them petty things, like a gold chain
no a motherfuckin pinky ring, now it's cocaine
If you see me on the dope train, I'm the dope man
Cigarettes in muh right hand, ready to make a stain
Old folks scared of eye-gain, at the window pane
they be lookin' wit a migraine
while I catch a drain and you know it's a fuckin' shame
when you in this game tryin' to sell to a sprung lane
I control ya brain
Now do muh niggas bust glocks fuck wit us Big C
It's the ¿buggaz? of the boat, bust a trick make 'em bleed
through his neck through his back nigga cover them hoes
ain't no mess goin' be workin' when you twirkin' with some pros
Automatic rep a carrier challange on the barrier,
hang 'em in the closet kidnap the treasurer,
bandanas on our face we wilin' out like some cowboys
hoe we need the g's and I'm talkin like NOW BOYS!
We just anotha crazy click
Doin whatever to get us wild when we pumped up
You outta luck bitch I aint gon' lie, put ya guns up
Show 'em who really runnin the streets with the calicos
We the click that don't play...
quik to rip ya head off and hand it to Violent J and bury it away
I'm on a spree killin for free without a conscience
bitches we on a mission to bomb shit!
Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six Click
Hoes that pop lip, can eat a dick, or get ya neck slit
I'm havin' these memory relapses of bodies up in the caskets
with no heads Monoxide foolin' wit tha dead!
We rollin deep on the lawn with the psychopathic leathers on
You say it's on so come bring it on
We gettin crunk at your funerals treat us like we criminals
We juggalo individuals!!!!!
We just anotha crazy click... ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six!
All up in this bitch and we runnin shit
We doin drivebys on all y'all wit chainsaws
here I come redefined, rugged and raw!
We just anotha crazy click to fuck around and bury ya
Takin care of ya we the scrarier than malaria
I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein
chokin' anybody I find I'm takin mine
Ya muthafuckas can't get near it, cause ya fear it
look in my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gherig
I don't know Judo but I go "Kheeya!"
I'll fuck you up so bad a wheel chair couldn't see ya!
Listen... You hear that slut?
That was me! pullin' this stick out ya butt!
I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screamin' "Fuck y'all!"
I stab bitches wit a chain saw!
We walk around Compton & Watts, beatin' scrubs up
and right in Tim Dog's face I throw the dubs up
we tearin' clubs up down South wit D
(Lord Infamous)
Sound the alarm
Infamous comes
From the slums
Lookin' them done
Within' they pump
Cough the thoughts
Bitches are numb
Niggas they run
All of my guns
Droppin' a fuss
Filish the wound
Bitches are doom
At high noon
Billy the Kid
Splatter his wig
Without a clue
Niggas get blue
Off they shoes
What's up dead fool
I got my tools
Don't get the rules
It's up to you
What will you do
Here comes the rat
Here comes the tat
Hit 'em with bats
Chop off they ass
Blow up the gats
Don't hit a mack
Infamous packed
Down for a jack
Ready to buck
Wantin' to fuck
Testin' my nuts
You will get stuck
Down in the rut
Fillin' the slugs
Empty your gut
All on the rug
(?) dug
All on my mug
They will pay
When I'm comin' with the shanks
And my dank
And the chains
(Koopsta Knicca)
Fallin' up and down the street
Lookin' for some shit to creep
Niggas knowin' my bogus tags
And they pull up they gangsta setts
They knowin' bout my roll
Part of robbin' niggas who thinkin' they hard
And dumpin' trick in a ditch
That's my hobby cause I ain't ready
In the bushes where I hang
But you want to be a wild thang
And throw yo ass up in my face
Now I got your little monkey ass
No I'm not a scapula
So try to break it off with the rest of your dough
(?) the rest of yo bag
(???)
Which will die or bleed elite
Watch yo body hit the street
(?) they say where you lay
No one knows your damn face
But I do and that's a fact
Come play the game of pitty pat
I thought you on the railroad track
Slice yo head and leave you dead
Chorus
I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business
I ain't goin' bitch
Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be...
(Juicy "J")
Ain't no fuckin' negotiatin'
When the nines cocked
Don't get yourself in a situation
Straight to a pinebox
I think it's time for meditation
To all this crime stop
Three 6 known for demonstratin'
For makin' bodies drop
Sometimes it's like I'm in a movie
Like the movie Scream
These niggas don't say nothing to me
Cause I be lookin' mean
And if you stick a knife right through me
Cut through my bloodstream
You hoes ass niggas better kill me
Cuase fool this ain't no dream
I'm comin' for you like I'm crazy
Straight out the institution
Like a mafia member pay me
They know there nothin' to it
To leave my house lazy
And throw her in a sewer
The 97 you can't fade me
When I got something to do with it
(DJ Paul)
Now we got some killas in the house
When you claim you couldn't tell
Do I need to leave it here?
(buck, buck, buck)
To leave your ass convinced
Or do we need to put some kick dose on you fucky hoes
Mack 10's and 12's rebel
WE got this under control
And when we call this type of deal
It's a splash party
When them brains
(Juicy J) A I got some hoes from tha ATL you need to roll wit me mane they going
(DJ Paul) Man I can't even do nothing I going to England in the morning damn
(Girl)
Hello
(DJ Paul)
what's up what you doing
(Girl)
nothing Much
(DJ Paul)
I'll be there about 10 of them so you'll know when I get there
(Girl)
ok see you there (girl)
(Chorus:)x7
Tear da club up nigga tear da club up
[Verse 1]
[??]
This for all you playa haters who be talkin it
The three six show no love put some hurt on a trick
I'm bustin through the crowd wild with my hand on a cannon
Be like quick to put two up in ya like who mana (??)
I be the last man blast man
If you think you fast man headlines
Three level up in a cast man
When I look into your eyes I see a coward
Face to face I hit ya
Three six mafia'd rather die than
[??]
Lord, hittin, here comes the two to the three and four
Three six mafia I want ya to wreck it all over the club floor
Blowin and throwin your sets in the air
Ya bumpin them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin there actin like you wonder where
It ain't said we the hardest, and you can't rock it like three six mafia
All up in a trance and the (??) van
We gonna tear the club up, get it bucked till it don't eelin me
(.....??.....)
(Chorus:)x8
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[Verse 2]
[??]
We tearin the club up, gettin bucked
Hatas try to call it rough
They better call security, bring them straight jackets and handcuffs
Ain't takin it, ain't takin it
The clutches I be breakin it
And rippin off the bosses and tossin them to the floor, bricks
Going through the window, got that thing at your temple
When they bust, keep it trust, and we ain't talkin bout bustin pimples
Hatas hangin with the mafia click, them fools ain't buff enough
We gonna get the dynamite trick, and blow the club up
[Gangsta Boo]
Crazy lady comin at you, you can't fade me trick
I bet you bet you bottom dollar make you holla
When my soliders get ya, I don't like that fire stuff
But I believe in gettin bucked
If you with me, let me see you tear da, tear da club up
Mafia, mafi-mafia, won't stop with it though
Hyponotize your minds, we got you blind and you can't hear me though
Come and get it while you can trick, before it's all gone
Goin once, goin twice, oh my god it just went gone
[??]
Oh, oh, oh, get bucked, get wild
Cuz we tearin this house right down
Got to tear da club up, thugs
Let's do that stuff right now
No disrespect to the clubs, don't want none of it
But you got the three six mafia up in your house and
And we came to break the law, tear da club up
Ashes to ashes no dust to dust
And you can't trust three six mafia when we tearin that club up
(Chorus:)x2
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[Verse 3]
[??]
Hypnotize I don't think they likin us
See I thought I told ya, just get bucked and tear da club up
Do it like a lunatic since you down with the prophet click
Now can I blaze it kick it tell me can I kick it man
Since uh, (??) days gone, get hypnotized
Let's start a riot in the club, lets get wild tonight
One little, two little, three little (??)
Four little, five little, six little (??)
(Chorus:) till fade
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Chorus: Half on a sack or some blow. Bring them tones and plenty P.
Mack E: It's the pimp ass nigga that told you once before, but now I'm tellin'
ya twice. Never try to test me when I'm high and full of that god damn white.
Caught when I'm pullin' that dope, I'm about ready and prepared to start the
fuckin click, and if you think you got guts enough to come try me bring it on
lil bitch. Bustas out there tradin' all like they heavyweights and all that,
but they don't know what the mack e scopin' they stash and ready to take they
cash. Leavin' em dead broke with they pockets full of nuthin' but lint,
wonderin' how and the fuck they got they just got they mutha fuckin' wig
split. Den they sittin' there thinkin' on how they gonna try and find that E,
mayne that E gonna be somewhere low-key and fulla that god damn P. Yeah i said
that fuckin' P, just in case yall didn't know, don't be surprised to hear that
this young nigga gettin' fulla that coke. Always game to take some from and
rob a lil ol punk ass bitch, robbin' em blind and stompin' that bitch and
droppin em in the god damn ditch. So you bitches better back up when mack e
come limpin through the door. Catch up with your kind, like I said get the
fuck away from me ho.
greenery and g.o.d thts all thts inside of me reminisen of the day i started choken swisha leaves to keep me from gettin payed smokins wht the chicken started usin marijuana at 13 years of age bacardi got my visoin blured also with a bunch of herbs tryin to persuade the jury to mix it in with thunderbird trippen as i crush the wall now im screamen fuck em all liven in atlanta where the pimps use a fucken chrome wishen i could glock a dome i dont wat to rob a hoe spendin all my money smokin weed ina a optimole playa got me swisha sweets got me rollin silly specks smokin all my troubles as i roll em in a philly blunt with my thoughts they be lost or like green i break the law mix it up or jus let it blow up like a holocaust chiefin is in the air to trade smokin weed in the escalade bring some of tht reefer to put up in the air and blaze
gotta touch em maine reapeatx2
you gotta touch em when you see dj mel making fresh beats we aint nothin but
some killas u's a bithc and u actin like a snitc so fuck wit us,so dont play
wit us,dont mess wit us ,cuz we da real deal ready to get us a platnim meal im
starvin and hongry dont even try to be my homie i will get my 30-30rifel and
let go some demon shit biooootch
gotta touch em x4
so i park up on maplewood and i took a drank and i sen a skank i said come
here bitch i want you to lick around my nuts she said cool 25$ i said bitch
please you tipeen. so she got to lickin it was the best in the world so i
started trippen.
yea nigga we out we comin back but 4 now peace and im gon
touch you
(Chorus:) I got it for sale nigga i got it for sale.
if you want it come and get it cause i got it for sale. (x4)
(DJ Paul:) They call me the penny pinchin ebenezer
cause i only make shit that weighs heavy on ya tweeter.
some shit that's gonna blow through ya mutha fuckin speakers.
yall cats it too eager and no i dont believe ya.
yall cats aint got much but youll get burned.
from my hot touch get trapped in the flames.
get slapped in ya face. get out the game.
you aint in the right place. u must be out ya brain.
(Chorus)
(Juicy J:) Juicy J. put cats to shame.
Three 6 drop beats like acid rain.
I told yall before this aint a damn game.
you the weakest link. i be the damn chain.
if u a bitch than bitch gimme brains.
if you a clean shirt i be the blood stain.
when you get hurt i am the pain
that send signals to ya mutha fuckin' brain.
i maintain get change spit thangs in wite veins.
aint a damn thang changed. crystal clear like a picture frame.
me and crunchy black on a damn plane.
the architech and president off in the Range.
(DJ Paul:) i be quick to spot you before you get close.
im as good as a biscuit, like breakfast rolls.
stay out my business before i turn critical
scalp you like an indian ritual
cause yo my rhymes is too visual.
you wanna spit that shit but ya rhymes is too pitiful.
you cant get with me. the last samari
that you cant defeat and you wonder why
(Infamous:)i have no table manners
hit hard like a mutha fuckin sledge hammer.
got bitches from memphis to alabama.
they cant hang with my swag or nuttin.
you the ingine that could but im the wood.
shoot first ask questions later.
ill see ya now but wont see ya later
i just gave credit to the grave bruh.
i got the dough got the dro
got the hoes gotta speed up the flow
one mo time. catch scarcrow on the grind.
if you aint bout money dont waste my time.
Hypnotize always gon shine.
Leave hoes shot from a gun of mine like
(Chorus)
Where ya been
All of my life
I need ya bad
I've been searchin' for ya
That good ol' stuff
I can't get enough
You know I've been yoanin' (yearnin') for ya
Call me a drunkie that's wrong
Don't play it instead of rich bone
Young son that's full of that come
We needs a one and a one
I gotta get'cha what ever it takes
Gotta hit your bis o
Soon as I flake
i take you how ever you might be
Pack dollar pill away
You know you got me feelin' good
Drop top down up in through the hood
Ask me about a whole key
And man I tell ya I wish I could
It's all goody-good
I think enough
Still like screamin' on after none
Give me that razor that plate the lazer man
I need my medicine
That pulles me oh some nice and slow
Get him some stand lookin' out the door
Better get ready for all night
You know how we wanna moan and blow
Escence up the blessin'
Keep me puzzled like enigma
My partner put me down
Where I start pound
The cop is cheaper
My smoke and flows like mystical music
And know someone screamin' is chiefa
On Holloween
I pass it out to all the trick or treaters
in 1999 them little is will come through for you bombers
So now Lord Infamous blessin' I was sitting bull
And poke the hunters
Smoke out your lungs
And powder your nose
We grabbin' big bitches
Or sometimes we kick it
We breakin' the season
We breakin' our streets in
We breakin' out sick cause I make em' up stick
Triple 6 Mafia gettin' so rowdy because we are out of this atmosphere
Without the smoke hit eyes
So blury blur vision and tears
Kaze on the right, on the left, to the rear
Scarecrow me keyed plus
The smoke flyin' out of me lungs
Me keep these (??)
Sprinkled down little kids gum
Chorus x2
Gimme some of that good stuff
Gimme somethin' that'll feel kinda special
Gimme somethin' that'll do it
Do it, Put my mind to it
Until we get high
I keep that good stuff (lady what you mean)
Good stuff for that light green
Everytime you see me
Eyes are red but still I'm on my p's
Smokin' gettin' motivated
Just chillin' with nuthin' but playas
Hatin' as I can be
Relaxed and bumpin' some Johnny Taylor
Feelin' good as hell
It's so swell
High, this stuff has got me goosed up
Got me wantin' some good lovin'
So I call my shorty
Baby, baby some and give it to me, give it to me right
Come in with the quickness
Got you speachless to this freaky night
Still I'm stayin' bout it
Never hate wit bustas
So can you see
Solo never sucka
Always catch me with the prophet p
Gone remain his lady
Kinda crazy
So don't test me
I will buck your bro down
When that good stuff got me in disquise
What you got down in your trunk
Nothin' but good stuff
Knowin' this funk
Guaranteed to keep you up
Make you hyper super crunk
Let me know on what you need
I'm cuttin' up gears
Come shock with me
Your partner used to pluck you twice
I'm giving out samples
And it's free
Package deals from state to state
The ice cream man
Who deliver that cake
You wanna get a piece
To shake
The bigger the plate
The bigger the blade
The thicker the cheese
The more you can take
On and on gotta keep that pace
>From scene to scene
Supplyin' that D
Some of that pure
Not none of that dank
It's over solder
Dodge their forty
Get with the man if you want to get bloated
Just like taking a sniff of roses
This lil sniff
They roll it up all night to the early mornin'
Constantly movin' now for yawnin'
Burnin' my people on every pay phone
And allow that good stuff
Surper (??)
I be like Indo in
Don't go hollow what your friend
Plus have them twins
The henn and a bunch of bird shit
Swith your man
So I can get into the groove
And he whos cool can't
Juicy's constantly speakin' at me though
He ain't sayin' nothin'
Man he may be the crunkin'
that funny
Or the super bionic
Sick here wanna sit here
Fartin' like I'm a motor or somethin'
Is it the squish
I cannot remember
Yes sir it's understood
Koo must donw got a little bit of hit of somethin' good
Chorus...till fade
Ah yeah, y'all know what time it is
Tear the club up boys back up in this motherfucker
Y'all know what time it is, we gettin' it crunk for the motherfuckin' '97'
biiootch
Y'all can't handle this motherfuckin' shit
It's on for the '97 motherfucker
Nine nickel in two pennies
Ain't no toms was a nigga words clearly biiootch
We finna do this motherfuckin' shit like thiis...
[Koopsta Knicca]
I ain't rollin' oxy fours, come and go I'm lookin' for
Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes
Wood grain chevy thangs, hearin' (...?...) boomerangs
Burbon with that (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, I ain't playin'
I'm insane gone get you with that killin'
Murder, death, kill now I'm flexin' in your lexus
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the corner
Then I holler at your women, turn the fire (.....?.....)
Foolish ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk
Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed bumps
Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you feel me
Three for my pump, in the destine in the meanin'
Itchin' for a killin' nigga for I kill a man
Didn't want to hit'em, but that bitch kept playin' with mine
As I tried to stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low
Killin' his ass before he got to the door
Chorus 2x
[Lord Infamous]
Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait till Lord Infamous kick in the door
So just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor
So get ultra and buck in this hoe
Bitches get (...?...)cause it's going down right about now
Tearin' and riot (?) cause we comin' straight from the rowdy ass south
Crank up this bitch, shake like a natural disaster, earthquake to blow up the
scale
Name was the Triple 6, end of the world we can enter this bitch (...?...)
Next time we gonna fuck up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out
So people (...?...) like the war started and ended now
[Juicy J]
I'm takin' care of my motherfuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch
Nigga's claimin' killa all the time but ain't did shit
Flodgin' round town, talkin' about what you gonna do
Knowin' if you step up to this pimpin' it's a murder fool
Never try to dodge a nigga cause I let my nuts hangs, strapped
With the smith and wesson if I have to bring the pain, bring the pain
Bring the game, nigga we gone get it on
Smokin' motherfuckers in the night until the early morn'
Chorus 2x
[Gangsta Boo]
Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on that Chris Style
While my nigga Paul and rowdy Chris head to funkytown
Baby come and get it crunk
What's up, what you scared or somethin'
Loddy, doddy party fuckin' hardy till you fuck up somethin'
Fuck the fuckin police bitch, you can't fade the Triple Six
Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this shit
We gone get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin real
Always smokin' scopin' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, Big Baby
[DJ Paul]
Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoe
Nigga thought we was washed up but we got plenty more
Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of pennies
My words clearly, tom's in so you can hear me
You know the loco break the law but that was '95
Mystic Styles worldwide hoes realize
Chris got the mossberg but they ain't dead yet
The Three 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk
(Chorus)- (DJ Paul)
We up all night (we hip, we hip)
We high off that white
We smokin that weed (we hip, we hip)
Them eyes be tight
We drinkin them fifths (we hip, we hip)
We pimpin a bitch
Our grills are gold (we hip, we hip)
Our nose be (sniff)
We carried them glocks (we hip, we hip)
Our hustle is rocks
Consumers or junkies (we hip, we hip)
The blockies I start
If smaller or bigger (we hip, we hip)
We drinkin them triggers
Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta nigga
(DJ Paul)
I can't stand a sorry nigga tryna act like he tough
When he at the D&D; he wanna act like he buff
On the parking lot he becking tryna act like he stuck
Showing out in front of hoes tryna act like he cut
If it's money lookin funny he goin act like he must
Tell his boys he made a stain meaning act like he bust
On a nigga on dem things meaning act like he touch
Said he missed em when he shot meaning act like he ducked
Met a super bad bitch he wanna act like he fucked
Said he got the chewing first he wanna act like she sucked
Ridin other niggas Rovers tryna act like his truck
Selling other niggas dope tryna act like his stuff
On them heavy niggas dick you better act like you up
He just a fagot pussy whip you better act like enough
Just because he just a lemon he a act like he us
Fallen weak for chicken women nigga act like you rough
(Chorus)
(Project Pat)
Triple six we don't like you hoes
And you know we quick to "blop blop"
We quick big creeping up foes foes
And you know we keepin that "glock glock"
We stayin riding in dem Chevvys
And you know and our pain is "flip flop"
We walkin right dead on your porch
And you know we ain't goin "knock knock"
You bitches better call the fuckin cops
Black Haven niggas acting up all on the fuckin block
We made it hot
We out the frame and niggas know it main
What's hard about it we so quick to do the damn thing
We bouncin bouncin, swanging swanging, and we can't be playing
My Cincinnati naughty niggas know what I be saying
We stayin representing the south wit golds in our mouth
These other boys off in this bitch know what we be about
We burning rubber leaving rubbers in his fuckin bed
To let him know that we been here and his girl been so bad
You fuckin round wit some pimps when you come down here
Be walking round wit a limp fuckin off down here
We gangsta niggaz
(Chorus)
(Gangsta Boo)
I be here nigga what,Riding ballin down the mall
Partner smoking,crunking,funking in an overseas car
Ya'll don't know I be stepping
B-A-Z be repping
Always down to buck a sucker triple six my weapon
Bitch I'm a women I done paid all my dues
I done shot up niggas homes got they bodies on the news hoe
Stay smoking dro, stay studio bumped out
Mobbing wit them boys on that vay nigga blowed out
What you wanna do
Pimping Gangsta Boo
Bitch I'll fuck yo nigga and yo mutherfuckin bitch too
Coward sissy nigga you ain't know crazy lady got that doe
Riding Caddiliac on vogues yelling fuck you funky hoes
And I got my glock out ready to pop a bitch right in that grill
Tryna step up to me wrong that's what got yo ass killed
Never be a hesitater always ready to pull the trigger
Everybody wanna be a gangsta nigga
BITCH!
(Chorus)
Gotta make a move to a
town that's right for me
Town to get me movin'
Keep me gvoovin' with some
energy.
Well, I talk about it,
Talk about it,
Talk about it,
Talk about it,
Talk about, Talk about,
Talk about movin,
Gotta move on.
Gotta move on.
Gotta move on.
Won't you take me to
Funkytown.
Won't you take me to
Funkytown.
Won't you take me to
Funkytown.
Won't you take me to
Funkytown.
(Repeat)
?Scream?
How can you have faith in a god
That can not even control creation
How can he lead you to salvation
There is no hope in chaos only
Welcome to the other side of reality
And this is your eternity (eternity)
(Juicy J)
The end of the world
I can see it comin'
So I pack my nine millimeters and I start
Huntin'
For these niggas that talk shit
Man these hoes will never quit until ya
Leave'em hangin' from a tree or thrown
In a ditch
Which one of you
Niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge
Backed up by an A-K
Fore you go to bed at night you bitches
Better kneel and pray
Cause when it's business
We takin' care our business
I'm clappin' on any of a witness
Or any who wanna get in it
Man this shit is real
Not them stories you put in your raps
Not even that bullshit you talk behind
A nigga back
Let me make it simple and plain
Run up and you'll get your brains-blown
To the side of the curb with that plastic
Thang-thang nina glock 19
With the 20 clip
You don't wanna fuck with this
You don't wanna fuck with this
Chorus x4
Therefore all you clicks, and you clans
And you crews
Fuckin',fuckin' with this click
And we gon' bring it to your ass
(Koopsta Knicca)
Man for what any crime I swear I'll die
Before I do some time
Bitch the Koopsta massive when I murder
With the muthafuckin' plastic nine
Corpses that we tortured in the chevy
Voices won't let me rest
Could this be the end yet
Or a message sent from Satan (nigga omens)
They open the gates of horror
For them horror lords
We tortured the cases who arrested
The faces of triple six
That which is sorcerer
(Kill that bitch, chop that bitch)
Or you might get caught on a crucifix
I'm sick of that burning inside of my
Cradle I'm wishin' that He could just come
This nina gots no trigger so I'm clickin'
Real quick like a serial killa mon'
Straight from that cell for real'a
I'll buck you dead my nigga
And it's a shame when I dropped'em off
The break mane
In return I got no thangs
I went in dark room fool Koop be jackin'
For their thang
Everytime I see's you slippin'
I go into a my Mac-10 (Mac-10)
Victims of my devil's playground
Come burn with me until the end
Chorus x4
(Lord Infamous)
Totin' the dead body over my shoulder
And sure to break out with my shovel
Or let evil look forward
And I start to dig up and toss in the body
And give up more money as bank of the sore
Three seperate bodies hacked up with a axe
And I think a big sack
Been chewed up by rats
I'm just writing these poems
They bring to renown cause a triple six
Night to rescore
Split rists with nee-dles in my fists
And amidst', thy clicks, of tricks
No I'm not a Christian
But I'm mentally ill and I don't
Understand all the reasons
Well I think it's killin' season
And neither does my schitzophrenic friends
So therefore nigga due to my mental
Defocalty
Scarecrow is only entertained
By helping enemies bleed
Let all the bodies soak in all the blood
Let's go smoke with that chick with no pity
I bloody cut chop up they shell goes in
20 gauge
Finally thinkin' like I was fright-nit-ting
I'm havin'no thoughts
Of the lives I've done lost
When I'm blazin' that stupid gauge fire
Cause I'm havin' a halloween slaughter
It turned my gun focal
Just thank Micheal Myers
No mutilation's paralyzations
Got no patience when I'm chasin'
Down a patient
Tryin' to thwart assassination
Chorus x4
(Dj Paul)
I'm on a cross loose up off these
Cut me free (cut me free)
I'l draw your portrait if you put me
Down on my feet (down on my feet)
My cross turns upside down
And finally I'm loose
I flip the land and released up of some
Sinners Scarecrow and the Juice
I look to the sky and all I could say was
'Well finally it's on again'
No lord could stop us now
Cause the demons reborn again
My praise
The first power found me
So I could never cower
Without a mind fool murder bust and bounce
I'll tell you half about this antichrist
Look into my eyes tell me what you see
The demonic man about scarecrowism
Saints can you feel me
I try for years and years
Sinkin' this one day of depression
Stormy weather and church bells
Ringin' to the election of a new-follower
Follow me into the trees
Watch me rob Adam
And watch me rape Eve
In this eve-much destruction
Most will probably wonder
With Dj Paul, the Triple Six click
And Hell take'em under
-Laughter-
(Juicy J)
Bitch, now never
-Laughter-
-Sounds of rain and church bells fade-
Fuck all dem hoes
Fuck fuck all dem hoes who wanna talk that shit fuck all dem fuck all dem fuck all dem them hoes who wanna talk that shit fuck fuck fuck fuck all dem hoes who wanna talk that shit fuck all dem hoes who wanna talk that shit fuck all dem fuck fuck all dem hoees fuck all dem fuck fuck fuck fuck all dem hoes fuck (all these dirty hoes are sayin fuck you) chorus x2
Fuck all dem hoes who wanna talk that shit sorry mother fuckers stupid bitches youll can suck my dick
Who gives a fuck about your car or your pay check cause if I catcha sniffin bitch ima take it.
Stompin out the streets like im in a fuckin dayz thinking how the hell im I ganna get paid.
And the world goes round so I never know whats goin down so I mixed the alaza with the nj and crown.
Never ever in my life have I cross a true friend. Never ever have blamed a nigga on how he made his ins.
See a nigga that's with the under information. Tell that shit will put you under investigation.
Real niggas don't play and betray the be secret. If you call your self a killer than go ahead and be it.
If your black and your down the pull your nuts and stick together. Cause I never knew a nigga that siad hes gonna live forever.
Chorus x1
I don't give a fuck about a fat bitch who wanna talk trash listen to my 3 80 bust a cap in ya ass.
The hoe got rapers just to roll my tape hoe talkin shit with a broom you'll get rapped. Tell ya own boy has left steppin and came to our place cause hoe ya really stink change ya panties hoe. I hang with niggas with triggas. Oh my god I got the family goin to the back yard the niggas on ya fuckin mom in some mother fuckin round get on ya knees clown. Tired of these hoes callin my phone playin around
Hoe shit don't call a nigga on his phone these hoes can fuck with the don im playin to fuckin hard on they ass. don't borrow hoes they acted like a bitch. Just tell all dem dirty hoes fuck dat shit.
Chorus x2
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back, back
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty?
You dealing with some bitches
Who like cheese up front, front
Get down on your knees up front
Now, what you think about that, baby?
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back, back
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty?
You dealing with some bitches
Who like cheese up front, front
Get down on your knees up front
Now, what you think about that, baby?
Nigga, please, I' m hotter than a hundred degrees
Poppy in me but sex don't come until we come to our knees
Gimme' yo' cheese before I get my niggas and weed
Flatten you out take care of that that's how it be, baby
Me and my girls cost too much for you, nigga
Extra nigga in the Jag, can you get with me nigga?
Hell no, I'm the bitch with the chronic that's getting high
Makin' money, lookin' funny when I fuck on you guys
Damn right, I'm the bitch of da night
No matter what thugged out
And some shirt, short jeans, a big butt
What you see when I'm walking on by
I see you lookin' whether male or female
You in I see you lookin'
When I'm packin' yo' nigga you know the taste
At the S it's 99
You serve me with cha' face nigga
You know we did it
You be trickin' like daddy oops, I spilled the beans, baby
I be braggin' like this have ya heard ?
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back, back
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty?
You dealing with some bitches
Who like cheese up front, front
Get down on your knees up front
Now, what you think about that, baby?
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back, back
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty?
You dealing with some bitches
Who like cheese up front, front
Wet down on your knees up front
Now, what you think about that, baby?
I seen em' coming out the club
Drop the posse walk me down
Barely able to stand up, barely able to fall down
Hanging in the bathroom with my dogs
It's all about two balls now, I need a warm cup
For a dick and two balls it's Paul in a Jag
But ain't bout' to brag, I'm trying to grab
A little hot somethin' skately wag
Some 'bout it, some down it tray ghetto ass, ho
Some ready for war cause hittin' it boy will make your ass go
All motherfuckin' night dont play drop yo jawbones
It's on, cause this dick on my leg
Y'all niggas want a real dicksucker
Come Down South make you say
"Damn, Grey, you still eat with that mouth?"
Then she turned over, caught dripping like a faucet
I called my dog Too Sway 'cause this ho about to toss it
I'm fucking with you cause you fucked with me
And caught this Christian in a bad little
Somethin' to my whole weed
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back, back
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty?
You dealing with some bitches
Who like cheese up front, front
Get down on your knees up front
Now, what you think about that, baby?
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back, back
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty?
You dealing with some bitches
Who like cheese up front, front
Get down on your knees up front
Now, what you think about that, baby?
First my nigga, call the freak, tell her she got dick to eat
Balls and all standin' tall dont forget the jack 'a' me
Tell her five dope we keep, opt a move as just a sweep
Heard she liked it from da back, in the back from Toronsy
Paul said she wants to blow with bad bitch week
We cut off her I don't wanna hit the jump
Grab my eight, we'll get her drunk
My nigg, what you waitin' on?
Hey, let me use that other phone
Fuck that, she got skit to hit
I'm a call that ho while she at home
Hello
What's the bidness bitch?
Who is this?
Mister Dick, I'm 'bout to come and scoop you up
For what?
For what the fuck, the click
My dog said you got the clams, silicon wit the ass
Don't even need a bag to hide your face
To sit you down, rumors say you turn em' out
In da car, or on da couch
Never hear em' yellin' ouch
Dick and balls up in yo' mouth
Grab my eight and in a hit
Maybe you can bring your friend
Do you niggas got that bluff? Yeah
[Incomprehensible]
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back, back
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty?
You dealing with some bitches
Who like cheese up front, front
Get down on your knees up front
Now, what you think about that, baby?
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back, back
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty?
You dealing with some bitches
Who like cheese up front, front
Get down on your knees up front
(Scarecrow)
Don't be scared put a rubber on tha' head (8x's)
We be clockin mutha fuckas manne' u know we be hard
don't let me catch you on my property not even in my yard,
this is hypnotize minds, don't get it twisted, don't even hate, u best get a
rubber and fuck instead of you to masterbate
Don't be scared put a rubber on tha' head (8x's) fades
(Killa Klan Kaze)
[Chorus]
Killa Klan, come get this, big business,
motherfucker be a witness
(K-Rock from Killa Klan Kaze)
Now I was coming in up in Memphis on that
motherfuckin real shit
Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all my
dues to Triple the 6
Scanman might take your hand, slowly grab to the
pistol grip
See Crunchy Black up in the back loading up my
extra clip
Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no murder
case
I pulled over, got my glizz,I took my hand and
popped the cop
DJ Paul looked at me, nervously without a sweat
Carlo Haywood got his check, robbed the dope mane
broke his neck
OX and vogues put up on hoes, stinging like a
bumble bee
European Chevy Thang pop out woodgrain leather seats
South Memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new tape
for sale
Mystic Styles bumpin loud in the sand ford bring a
crowd
chevy thang with your clip, project with the fuckin
pump
Cuz show me love, K-Rock locked'em in the fuckin
trunk
Damn I'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuttin in my
hand
Maybe I'll be savin babies, fuck my lady I'm the man
Rappin' aint no fuckin thang, triple 6 be
biggity-bangin'
Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it woulda
been ol' K-Rock
Finna be cockin', attackin' and poppin'
and droppin' these coppers like enemy niggas
That can't pull the trigger, I figure this pimpin'
that's livin' them limpin the Triple 6
Now I'm back when I been on the track wit the
Scarecrow
Cuz the DJ Paul pop in the clip, no slippin' you're
trippin I'm taking no lip
Niggas I'm droppin your musical style
Killa Klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin 'em
when they steady pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we have no
fuckin witness, fuckin
witness
[Chorus] -4x
(MC Mack from Killa Klan Kaze)
I got a street sweeper just to keep these playa
hater niggas up off my back
But yet I'm always the center of attention, pimpin'
ass nigga known as MC
Mack
You best believe I'm packin ammunition for these
busta snitches
Stangin, robbin, aint no thing, a pimp done went
rags to riches
Hustling on the track, my ends is stackin, cuz I'm
breakin heifers
Make my cheese, bitch break your knees
(god-DAAAMN!) the pimpin mack is
clever
Bustas trying to playa hate me, but they cannot
aggravate me
Droppin sawed off in my game, but MC Mack will
never change
I'm cheffin like an Indian and thats the type of
stage I'm in
I'm blastin wit this fuckin trick, we stangin like
a fuckin wasp
Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me buck your
bitch ass, pull your card
We creepin late at night with them thangs on the
roody-poo,
trick lets see who's hard
I ask myself the question why these watermelon
niggas wanna cramp my pimpin
Jealous cuz I'm ridin on gold and sweatin these
hoes up out they clothes
So brace yourself for the impact of the Mack, this
aint the first of the month
And we breakin bones in half, and blastin bitches
Hoe so be a witness, be a witness
[Chorus]- 4x
(Scanman from Killa Klan Kaze)
There's no love up in a nigga when I'm creepin for
a killing
When you bitches slips, the Mac-10 clicks, buckin
bitches with no patience
So in a minute that's when you lie dead, from the
buckshot through your chest, bullets
fled Ripping and stripping and home again and worn
to shreds
Pimp shit killa Scan the Man, I leave them bitches
scared from horror
Of the corpses that I toture sufferer, in them
chambers
The morning, the crying, cuz eternally they torment
The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits bitch
I'll rise back up on you niggas real quick just
like the evil dead
My master with evil powers to devour you bitches
that burn in hell
i'm clickin with madness form the triple six killa
demons
The anger that's in me got me crazed man
I'm lurkin I'm creepin, here come the Scan Man
Sneakin in to drop a Mac-10 bomb and leave bodies
in a slum
The Killa Klan massacre, leavin them bitches to rot
in them ditches
When vengeance of demons slit young bitches and rip
them, in pieces
No love bitch
Chorus till end
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
[DJ Paul]
My nigga silent night, deadly night
That's when I start when I start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man then I toss the dynamite
Bitches yall ain't got the guns
Bitches yall ain't got the funds
Fuckin' around with Three to Six I'll make you niggas duck and run
Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys
Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga
Make his eyes close I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes
[Gangsta Boo]
I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin'
Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin'
How you bumpin' our shit then you turn around an you diss?
You wouldn't want to step we been in this shit you rookie bitch
Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy
I ain't sayin your name you know who you are Lil' Boy
In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
[Juicy J]
Now I ain't fucked up bout these niggas dissin'
Cause a nigga givin these blessings
See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a fuckin' weapon
Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player
Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later
Probably I should call the boys
Tell them to bring them toys
We gonna bust them bitches and fold them up like aluminium foil
And keep loadin them guns
Takin em one by one
Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks until the job is done
[Lord Infamous]
Take em' on a lyrical holocaust
Infamous is just our mafia boss
Nigga walk around with his head blown off
Call me the wicked ass lord of farce
Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart
Infamous coke has got no heart
Coming through the hoe ain't no motherfuckin boss
Fall to the earth ?
Hoes be froze in a permanent dose
These bitches blow me outta their clothes
Call me the nigga with the dirty nose
That will unload a 44 up to the foes
Ain't no playin with you motherfuckin hoes
Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know
But the infamous know you
So and So and Toe and Toe I take the flow
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
[Koopsta Knicca]
Ahh... ? dress up on my head see, heard dat?
Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga hell yeah
Jumped up out the bed cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard?
? 4 clickas ain't going out like no bitch
Ain't no ? out this place like that fog up in my face
Ain't no rollin' like no sissy
Ain't no busta bitch, OK?
Grab that gat cocked and handle like they think that I'm crazed
So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
(Hook)
Dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis, dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
(Project Pat)
Project Pat is in this mothafucka, I know niggas hate
I know niggas wanna see me some where starvin' for a plate
Cause they bitches like to talk about us like they lick our balls
I don't never call that hoe and she love my dirty draws
I'm a North Memphis pimp so you better recognize
Let cha' hoe suck my dick while I'm lookin' in her eyes
I know y'all be tellin' lies, lyin' on ya dick ain't real
Nigga say he fucked my bitch and he couldn't wait to steal
But it's all to the goody though cause she payin' me
Free fuck for a hoody hoe, never playin' me
To the curb with my Thunderbird while I'm smokin' herb
In the tub, playa rub-a-dub I just say the word
And her pussy'll open up like a says me
I'm the first in the hood to fuck so ya praise me
Off this bitch, I'ma check her butt, I ain't lazy
Made a housewife from a slut, is ya crazy
(Hook)
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis, dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
(Ludacris)
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see that pussy biiiiitch
Come through with a donation that'll make you riiiiich
Bigger lips on a pussy, let me see it blow a kiiiiiss
In the back with the yac now they blowin' on Ludacriiiiis
I can see it in her eeeeeyes
Gave me the pussy for a burger and some friiiiies
And they always wonder whyyyyy
Cause I put em' in a room and get em' so fuckin' hiiiiigh
Luda, I'm so true to smokin' that stanky buddha
My panky shinin' with diamonds, my index on a Ruger
I wet these hoes in they seat so just call me Freddy Kruger
The Boogie Man, oogie, woogie, give me that oogah, boogah
You can't deny it, no passin' by it, you gotta try it
I'm number one, public enemy power gotta fight it
I got my gun and my identity started a fuckin' riot
We havin' fun, it's some Siminese pussy, like it, buy it
(Hook)
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
(Project Pat)
You can get a room on ya free time, now that we alone
Tell that buster quit callin' you, turn off ya phone
It's the big dick monster, from the back puncher
Bang, bang, skeet, skeet, pull it out launcher
Juicy, juicy, fat, fat, cum run down ya crack
Man fuck a towel, I'ma let it shoot on her back
Ridin' Lac with the tv's, find a prostitute
Missy got this with ya bank, I'm gon' fuck with chu'
All in pursuit for a bitch with low self-esteem
(Man she say her pimp is a bitch), bitch what the fuck you mean
It could seem like I ain't strapped but it's in the holster
2-0-1 a revolvin' door or a roller coaster
Gettin' most of the game from these motherfuckin' jail walls
Hoes can't resist on these streets, hoes kissin' balls
Breakin' pimp laws, bitch that'll get cha' pimp smacked
You ain't got no cheese, oh that'll get cha' head cracked
(Repeated to fade)
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe
I'd rather die a soldier
Than nigga live a coward
Bullets are spittin' alright
I will let the metal slide
I'm layin wit' late at nite
The hindus state you will die
I know you lay petrified
Cause Infamous set you right
Wit' shotguns and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off ignified
The rope round yo' neck is tight
You pop out your fuckin' knives
And that way you'll never cry,never cry
Now nigga how you gonna act like
You didn't fuck up
So accept the fact
How many times you've been warned
It's murder when ya fuck wit' Chat
Don't need your sorrow or your pity
Should've thought before you did it
Ash to ash and dust to dust
Ya'll rest in space
You know Chat when a motherfucker run on up
Yeah youse a great bitch
Just letting you know got thoughts of red
Oh,no remorse I buck you down wit' da .44
Never see my cowards
I got too much pride to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ?
Comin' like a duck a
You know I came for trouble
Some thug wit' the crosser
Hollow let a bust a
The hood for da money
Comin' from a junkie
Yo' nose kinda runny
You feel like a mummy
Yo' car gets a crummy
But mine's gettin' phatter
Yo' lips gettin' black a
To me it don't matter
Ya pay whatch owe a
Pla-ya fashoa
True mentality of a ghetto soldier
Don't never get next to me
Although platinum thuggin' is my pedigree
I calculate my weapons,to killin' is my recipe
Bless it be my militant Memphis when in jeapordy
Testin' me I blast him in the opens like sesame
West it be a much bigger man than what they measure me
My mother and my rifle are my only 2 treacheries
Best believe a singular shot you plead heavily
Never breathe I guess a casket was his destiny
I got a problem
Money dividends gotta solve'em
I heard you niggas they out to rob man
I can't let'em get me bro
I can't let'em get me
No I gotta stand ten toes
I gotta keep a strap on me
I gotta make sure no phone dead catch me cornered
Out here on that streetlife
I'd rather die a soldier than a coward any night
How you wanna do it
How you wanna take it
You gon' wake up naked in the bed wit' satan
Shakin',wakin' up and shit
Bitch I betcha when the tech be pointed at ya
Maybe you will catch a fuckin' bullet
Never pistol platin' never bent
Bitch I'd rather be soldier than a coward any day
Bitch I'd rather smoke a hydro watch my cash flow
anyway
Call me Gangsta,Gangsta never fuck me thank ya
If you ain't no man,wit' no cheese and some niggas who
knew me
Cm Mack contemplating,waiting for another bitch to
slip
I'm sippin' on the verve
That's where I stay try wit' those pistol grips
I never ever come up short
When it's time to jack a rudypoo
Just place the thangs up to his brain
Bitch,I'm MC Mack,I close yo' shop
Trick you done found out
I'd rather go out like soldoer
Then even fuck off wit' you cowards
Come up on me,run up on me
Nigga like you got some anna
Play that role like you so buck
And Kamikaze gonna find ya
They better remind ya
Kamikaze start nigga
Why nigga
Don't play me nigga
I don't give fuck nigga
Test if you wanna nigga
Slugs gonna hit ya nigga
Leave you in a gutter nigga
Police ain't gon' find me nigga
Cause I'm long gone nogga
Should've listen to me nigga
Told ya I'm a testin' nigga
We gon' leave you dead nigga
Called on by the Scanman
We be like whatever nigga
Whoop ya Kaizie style nigga
If you want us come get us
Come bring it to the camp nigga
The most dangerous posse song ever
It's going down, Hypnotize Camp Posse
You did this nigga, shit talkin
You wanna talk about something nigga
Talk about how many hoes, clothes and bank rolls we got
Who we got in here: Juicy J, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Crunchy Black
Lord Infamous and me DJ Paul the King of Memphis
Nigga we some maniacs, fuckin up our brainiacs
Breakin down some dope, wit a razor boy remember that
Crop a mix with Smilax
Take a gun and cock it back
Now I'm bout to blow my brains out cause I dont give a shit
Hope you give a nigga reason to want ya
The bigger gun the better
The more shit you talk, the more blood the sweata'
The plane crashes, the devil, the anthrax, the letters
Forgot about the peddlers, we still in it together
Let me introduce myself, my fuckin nigga
I'ma be the one to pull that fuckin trigga
I'ma be the one thats sent to fuckin getcha
You better watch out cause ill paint a picture
A pretty little picture now how a nigga getcha
Lock you in the trunk and take care of my business
Paul and Juicy sent me so you know its big business
C.B. nigga aint leavin no witness
Yeah, make me a believer nigga
Make some shit this bumpin you fuckin wannabes, Lord roll!
I am the predator you are the prey
You play the target, Lord play the gage
You play bitches and I mack hoes
You run from niggaz, I find the snub nose
I come from 3 6 picture platinum clique
And you cant sell three copies of your shit
You smoke garbage weed, and cheap packs a blow
You own a vehicle, pick up the Scarecrow
Frayser Boy, cockin toy, yall dont wanna fuck with me
Infared got ya scared, in protective custody
The Unbreakables, the most hateable, the unescapeables
Time to bust a nigga head, we arent hesitateable
Ya chest pumped out, mouth talking that shit
Im from the Bay, ima show you how a nigga beat a bitch
Time to damage shit, no understandin this, you know you scandalous
HCP blowin your lights out like a candle bitch
Well I'm about to rich rip a hole in the industry
Holdin my energy
Wasnt about to let it but you had to come testin me
Givin you one warning change your name before I get your crunk
Lyrically copyrighted all my shit and plus ill fuck you up
You dont want to have to cross the path a killers when you on the streets
HCP got WYT to the E and thats just how it be
Quit ya muthafuckin hatin playin all your petty games
If you wanted to ride my nuts that bad you shouldve asked me man
Danger
You muthafuckas wanted a war bitch then ima bring it on
Catch you in these fuckin streets boy and ima point the chrome
Put you in the fuckin car hoe, and we gon take you home
To hell with all that cryin now nigga we gonna get it on
Beat you with that yawk dead center across your damn dome
The way you ran your mouth, you shouldve known to have the fuckin tone
Beggin from beginning, man winnin cause our camp is strong
The same way your skull started dentin cause we beat it long
You niggaz swear you have the right plan but you had the wrong mans
Tryin to build a clique like the hypnotize camp
Im knowin it wouldnt work so I just sit back
And watch how the trains just runs off the track
Cause it be to many loses, to many boses
Too many niggaz thats wantin they own office
You niggaz gotta realize who got the city owned
[Lord Infamous] Intro
Uh- uhh, the Three 6 Mafia.
Loungin' in the studio.
Finna' give y'all a little demonstration
of how we kick it here in the M-town
Finna' drop somethin' like this......
[DJ Paul]
See in Memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back
In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, I'm blowin' the pack
Hittin' the park about three, sometimes a little later
The last day of the week and they couldn't any greater
They leavin' the park and hittin' the South Park strip. RIDE
The South Gatin' skatin' ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin' our underground rap tapes
Paul and Juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldn't wait
We back at the crib sweatin' into the room
W-30's as (?) in every scenes we use
Straight from the 4 track, two and simple cassette
That's through a pimpsta's mode.
Now it's time to hit the stereos stores and collect
We at the club Friday's and Saturday's special request made
Me and Juice Man hit the tables, scooped the Scarecrow off the stage
Bangin' so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight
They usually made us close up early that night, In Da Summa. In Da Summa
(Chorus)
Pimpin' my grooves, We got to ride
Ridin' through the door with my homies gettin' smoked out. In Da Summa.(4x)
[Koopsta Knicca]
Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog
Me, Scarecrow, Crunchy, Skinny G, and all my bothaz call
Fly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin' blunts
Black Glocks that's in the ride fiendin' for a homicide
Some Tanqueray grab my yey mess with little (?)
That's how we always did it since I was a troubled kid
But we don't stop cuz our heart is pumpin' blood like thunder
No man up in the trauma, head is broken In Da Summa
[Lord Infamous]
Some of the Scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me ease
Until the night fall breeze
Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets
Grab my Uzi up Indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze
Don't want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt
And my automatic gats in case I had to dig up a plot of dirt
Then hit Paul up on his home
Tell him to bring his slow ass on
So we can hit the honey comb before the ganja's gone, Da Summa
(Chorus 4x)
[Juicy J]
Pass to little J, Koop. Then let's take a ride and shoot
To the high school, North Side where the playaz rule
I'm scopin' all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch.
"Can I get ya numba"
[Gangsta Boo] "I gotta man"
[Juicy J]
Well I'm a holla trick
Ballin down violent time, one time on my mind
If they pull me over I be hopin' they don't find the line
Made enough from evergreen to holla at Blac and Cam
Chiefin' on the blunts in the alley slangin' balla', yeah
Couldn't forget my roadie big Kurt, Swally, and Dion
Project Pat and the (?) shootin' teflon
Just a few homies who I grew up in the hood with me
And the ones in Orange Blossom (?) University. Yeah
It's gettin' late and I'm ballin' down Elvis street
Blowin' my horn tryin' to get this girl attention in front of me
Cuz everyday I'm out there tryin' to get a freak number
Thats how the Juice is....In Da Summa
(Chorus 4x)
[DJ Paul] Outro
That's how we do it
So that's how it is
The Three 6 Mafia in the house for the '95
Straight from the M-town The Juice, DJ Paul, Lord Infamous the Scarecrow
The Koopsta Knicca, and Crunchy Black
We out
(Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good)
So what's up with you right now?
What you mean what's up with me? What's up with you?
I'm trying to find out what you want to do
I think I need to go home chill out, relax
I think you need to go with me and lay down and relax with me
Naw it's too early for that
Too early? I been thinking about it for a long time
But I just met you I don't do that...on the first date
Been with a man you should have been doing it girl, what's wrong with
you?
What's wrong with you? You ain't getting none
The shit started off real well
Real swell the bitch was talking lovely
She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8:30
It'll be my first time hitting this bitch I gotta work
I call me nigga Big L for about two ounces to serve
I jumped in some kinda fresh smelling like is it me?
I'm thinking I know I'm anxious this bitch is beeping me
This one right here is too wheezy I'm damn near scared of that
But I'ma let you boys know when I take care of that
I'm pulling up to the crib lights out
I hit her Nextel celli tell her to come on out
Stepping out of the crib sexy looking bad as hell
I'm knowing goddamn well I'm bout to get in that tail
So we pulled out first stop J&S; liquor store
Don't you play no games young boy you know that's where I gotta go
She talking about going back to my crib but that ain't trying to happen
I changed the subject poured another cup and I kept on yapping
Jumped on the title of six hoping the hoe peeps game
Hickeys all over her neck so I know she got a man
I'm coming out can we fuck? I'm on my period
Bitch the lies
So I dropped the trick off at the first stop sign
And I'ma holla hoe
My conversates
I'm trying to fuck on the first date
Weaving all on that oil but still you hesitate
I'm wasting time with this funk ass bitch
Riding round with this drunk ass bitch
Hoe let it bump
Chicken chicken
Don't be tripping
When I'm bout to spit this pimping
Stacking cheese and counting up easy cause you know I'm into winning
Heard your niggas like a pigeon
Punk ass faggotts always switching
See that Lexus that he ride in
I got that strapped on my wrist'n
Come on hoe and stop the fronting
Keep my dick from jumping jumping
Take a shot of fifths and liquor
But I can't be buying nothing
Where I'm from I can't be saying
Cause I'm just to cheap for paying
Can't be hanging drinking drinking
With this guru what a behavior (moan)
Bout to ball the troops to college
Watching haters ow they be falling
Looking for the freaky freakys
That be chewing the dick and swallowing
We can take a short'n riding
Through the cut to reach your housing
We can ride down to the river
While you work on using your mouth'n
Everybody know you going
Bet you probably saying oh no'n
Then I'm gonna teach you lessons
Stranglin all to death and rowing
And your sister know she with it
Cause she let me nigga hit it
Then she get the licking licking
Then she have to pay to quit it
Bitch I don't wanna just hold hands
And listen to slow jams
I'm not with that romance
Or candle light slow dance
Hoe why don't you take a chance?
Ain't like you ain't fucked before
Come out those tight ass pants
Stop thinking that I won't call no more
Don't listen to the rumors that Lord will school ya and slide
You wanna wine and dine
But don't wanna bump and grind
There's plenty hoes that wanna bone
So next time we don't get it on
The next time you phone
You gets a dial tone bitch
There's many bitches that's fine as fuck
Tell me how many dicks that they done sucked? (say what?)
Them pretty bitches that like to suck
No telling, tell me how many niggas they done fucked? (say what?)
One to the honey bitch over in the corner
Two to the bitch on the porch
Take 'em to the bathroom
Dick them in the fucking moon
Make 'em 'til their toes rub on this side fuck
What the fuck you want though?
Could it be my back room door wide open
Naw you know that'd make me mad
The cheese in my pocket please for the head on the dash
Koopsta Knicca sleeping on the bitch on the weekend weekend
Hoe get up out my shit!
Ugly bitch I aint wanna fuck your little stanking ass anyway bitch
Only reason I man motherfucking
Man took your motherfucking ass and babysitted you all night bitch
'Cause my nigga was trying to fuck you
Motherfucking dike ass greedy little ugly drunk
Stanking breath ass bitch
Cigarette smoking ass hoe
Get the fuck up out my car bitch!
What'd up nigga how you doing
Can you hit me on that late nite tip
Can we hook up somethin' for yo' tongue to touch my pussy lips
(Eat it)
Why not eat it can you feel me bursting full of joy
Can you feel me cummin' like I'm runnin' for the mayor boy
(Stoppin)
You be poppin' game let me bang that pussy mane
You can get the keys to the Range
Boo it ain't no thang
(Yeah)What I'm sayin',naw I'm playin',be for real dude
I ain't trippin' off ya fuckin' car I'm a baller too
(Hit me)If you wanna hook up like we some major playas
Call me and I'll see you later
Ah there goes my fuckin' pager
Nigga what's the dilly
Do you want me to step up to you
I be trippin' how it is so easy to persuade you
Game you need plenty of look as if you were a scrub
I be wantin' thuggy,thug love
You be none above
Cowards that devours now you know you need to get rid of that
Comin' over Gangsta Boo house
Bet you'll eat my cat
Dick suckin' hoe,nut suckin' hoes
Hoes,hoes they ain't nuthin' but hoes
Gangsta Boo
Pussy eatin' niggas,broke ass niggas
Niggas,niggas ain't nuthin' but niggas
Hangin' on the corner wit' my nigga P
Just across the street
Walkin' up a freak
I heard her name Gretchen
Her pussy tight and gripping
Straight from the hood so we call her chicken
Lookin' like her mother,smellin' like her granny
Switchin' wit' a skirt
Never wearin' panties
Said she want a friend to screw her at summer inn
Hydro weed and a case of henn
Take her to a room,next thing ya know
A nigga hit the do' like he on that blow
I was havin' fun tryin' to get her tongue
Then he pulled a gun so I had to run
Call up on the boys smokin' on the pound
Rolled through his hood left him in the ground
Make another stop house of the slut
Walked in the crib beat the bitch up
Chillin' in Miami
Where da bitch at
I'm layin' back
Restin' up to party a club where da stars at
You got that,don't act like you don't when you hit this
You know that,you licked on my pussy you trick bitch
So left bitch,you dig this my pimp shit is too thick
For me to be fuck with so fuck all that gossip
And watch this not topless but Boo bitch so sexy
God bless me,undress thee and open express thee
Lips of the pussy that got you niggas beggin'
(I) I don't give a fuck about you guys(guys)
Like an evil spy(spy)
(Why)Why should it matter
(If) If we out together night
When you wanna eat some pussy
Are you gonna call me or not(call me or not)
I do not love'em though(though)
Ya'll know how the story goes(goes)
You why the fuck I put you lames(lames)
I be a better hoe (hoe)
Hoeing for my bitches that be representin'
I got ya back(I got ya back)
Cause I be representin'
Triple 6 Mafia
'Chargin These Hoes'
Underground Vol.1
deciphered by Mista Flames
Chorus
What's a nigga doin?,chargin these hoes,
DJ Paul
What the true playas doin,oh,they makin these hoes pay the mutha fuckin cost,
to the real mutha fuckin boss,
pimpin is how I make my livin,you fools need to keep payin bitch,
cause while ya gettin po,Im steady gettin rich,
why they payin these hoes,I cant figure it out,these bitch could be chewin &
screwin,
the whole fuckin backyard and not get a dime for that,
for what,hoe I dont need ya,what Im gonna eat ya,bitch Im bout to beat ya,
and what's up wit them hoes that made the song,chewin ass nigga,
tramp ass bitches forgot that I had the picture,
from the camcorder in the closet,caught you hoes slippin,
these bitches be gettin mad when they hear they name on tape,they start to
trippin,
that's how it is fuckin wit a Backyard nigga,
my nigga Lord Infamous got fingers on the trigga,
aimin for yo face lettin ya hoes know the score
yo Juicy what these niggas doin (They chargin these hoes mane)
Repeat Chorus
Juicy J
I met a lil freak bitch who always wore tight shit,
had 5 kids and her pussy had a tight grip,
the first of the month came,the first of the month came,
I saw the mailman comin,now its time to run game,
give me half the check bitch,niggas like me never quit,
big nose red bitch,let yo lips meet my dick,
pay up the money,for the runnin of my cum on ya tongue,
Juicy 'lowdown' J will never get sprung,
never was ya friend see,all nigga want is cheese,
McDonalds,Crystals,Burker King,Wendys,
whatever kinda check it is,chargin hoes is my biz,
D Magic,Project Pat,I know my nigga down for his,
yeah ya hoes know the score,wanna fuck thru the door,
credit cards,crazy checks,all that type of shit'll go,
to ya lil dirty hoes,keep my name out ya mouth,
unless ya want a job bitch,that's what Im talkin bout
Repeat Chorus
(DJ Paul)
Yeah we back up in this mothafucka
Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe
Three 6 mafia M Child
A whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this shit
You wanna fuck a hoe
Then Wait until you're back
When the war's gone bitch
You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas
Thinkin' that I'm for the 9 7
Once again it's on
Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch
Woow woow woow woow woow woo
(DJ Paul)
Now when they comes to the hood
I be like black in my zone
Now when it comes to parts of the body
I got more (??)
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
And people callin' it green
That smoke how much I like it
Again it's up to him
I need to let some shots off
And Dj Paul with Teflon also take that bulletproof off
But when they jump, I pump
To put some murderin' punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk
Scarecrow
Play
I'ma terror from The End
I'll watch that body explode
If they retaliate I blast
I think about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though
Don't you know
I want to get rid of those faked up hoes
It's the city of Memphis
Watch me witness how this nigga unload
Rage make me regularly, force me blood
I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge
I'm nuts
You got no crips
You got no heart
you niggas from the start
I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts
(Gangsta Boo)
Wussup mista trick
Do you wanna get with this
Pimp type ass bitch down with the Triple 6
My Lexus trunk or Viper
Prophet Posse nothin' nicer
In this fuckin' body parts through the air
Cause we come to get it crunk
Several bodies in my trunk
Never denyin', always highin'
Fuck you playa hatin punks
Always stayin' on the top
Look at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse takin' over
Nigga now we got you high
(M-Child)
I don't know you
Why the fuck you all in my grill
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, stay so so trill
You ain't no killa
My niggas leave a schedule
Go to sleep
Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you caustious of me
Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who comin'
Throwin' 5 billion (??)
While your bitch ass runnin'
We be the Prophet definition meanin' click so tight
M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out every night, BITCH!!!!
(Juicy J)
I met this fool last week
Who said he slangin' double keys
Also had a group of bustin' all tall and some like, green ink
What you think
I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree
So I drove a low key car
Tryin' to fool the streets
Curve after curve
I return tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour I be chippin' up my bag of herbs
(??) herb AK's all kinds a guns
Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run
(Scanman)
Please don't test these murderers
Slugs I will pump at your gut
Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze
I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride then play a game
What's the game
The game of names
Now which, which one would you choose
Which ever you choose you lose, you lose
(Droopy Drew Dog)
First Time on the maximum, don't be a trick
To see them hatas talk shit but they don't know the deal
Dope sella
BHZ's where I dwell-ah
They looked into the barrel of my chin black Barretta
Ratta Tatta is all you heard
To see you niggas comin' up
In the (???)
But watch the game
Cause you don't got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end
(Crunchy Blac)
Check this here
Niggas will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel
They don't feel
What I feel, then I fill
Them buck will
Bullet lead two to the head
Then I lay them in graves
That I dig
Just for them
Yes it is
(Project Pat)
Slammin' bones, throwin' leaks
Puttin' bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck
Down we Prophet click
Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas
Mossberg slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We ridin' drinkin' dankin' bodies stankin' I can smell them well
And if the police pull us over
I'm the first to bail
(Indo G)
Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead
While I drop this track
I flack (??) I'm straight from very bone
To the motherfucka filin' out
I'm the first
See Triple 6, It's on
Bitch every mud up in a source bone
I don't wanna kill a motha, betta get a motherfucker for talkin' that
shit
Huh, I don't wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker for
crossin' my click bitch
Boogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brains
On the motherfuckin' wood grain nigga
Pullin' the trigga like uhh die nigga uhh die nigga
(K Roc)
Motherfucker
K Roc I dump but what I see in my trunk
See me after Killa Klan
Seein' that K Roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green
Prophet Posse my niggas
Gimme that forty glock
In my (??) pullin' that trigga
I see traitors lookin' at playa hatas
Fakin' while we blast our gat
I don't know where you're at
But hata I better witness a (??)
If a nigga don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch
I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk
(DJ Paul)
Yeah we back up in this mothafucka
Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe
Three 6 mafia M Child
A whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this shit
You wanna fuck a hoe
Then Wait until you're back
When the war's gone bitch
You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas
Thinkin' that I'm for the 9 7
Once again it's on
Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch
Woow woow woow woow woow woo
(DJ Paul)
Now when they comes to the hood
I be like black in my zone
Now when it comes to parts of the body
I got more (??)
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
And people callin' it green
That smoke how much I like it
Again it's up to him
I need to let some shots off
And Dj Paul with Teflon also take that bulletproof off
But when they jump, I pump
To put some murderin' punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk
Scarecrow
Play
I'ma terror from The End
I'll watch that body explode
If they retaliate I blast
I think about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though
Don't you know
I want to get rid of those faked up hoes
It's the city of Memphis
Watch me witness how this nigga unload
Rage make me regularly, force me blood
I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge
I'm nuts
You got no crips
You got no heart
you niggas from the start
I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts
(Gangsta Boo)
Wussup mista trick
Do you wanna get with this
Pimp type ass bitch down with the Triple 6
My Lexus trunk or Viper
Prophet Posse nothin' nicer
In this fuckin' body parts through the air
Cause we come to get it crunk
Several bodies in my trunk
Never denyin', always highin'
Fuck you playa hatin punks
Always stayin' on the top
Look at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse takin' over
Nigga now we got you high
(M-Child)
I don't know you
Why the fuck you all in my grill
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, stay so so trill
You ain't no killa
My niggas leave a schedule
Go to sleep
Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you caustious of me
Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who comin'
Throwin' 5 billion (??)
While your bitch ass runnin'
We be the Prophet definition meanin' click so tight
M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out every night, BITCH!!!!
(Juicy J)
I met this fool last week
Who said he slangin' double keys
Also had a group of bustin' all tall and some like, green ink
What you think
I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree
So I drove a low key car
Tryin' to fool the streets
Curve after curve
I return tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour I be chippin' up my bag of herbs
(??) herb AK's all kinds a guns
Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run
(Scanman)
Please don't test these murderers
Slugs I will pump at your gut
Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze
I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride then play a game
What's the game
The game of names
Now which, which one would you choose
Which ever you choose you lose, you lose
(Droopy Drew Dog)
First Time on the maximum, don't be a trick
To see them hatas talk shit but they don't know the deal
Dope sella
BHZ's where I dwell-ah
They looked into the barrel of my chin black Barretta
Ratta Tatta is all you heard
To see you niggas comin' up
In the (???)
But watch the game
Cause you don't got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end
(Crunchy Blac)
Check this here
Niggas will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel
They don't feel
What I feel, then I fill
Them buck will
Bullet lead two to the head
Then I lay them in graves
That I dig
Just for them
Yes it is
(Project Pat)
Slammin' bones, throwin' leaks
Puttin' bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck
Down we Prophet click
Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas
Mossberg slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We ridin' drinkin' dankin' bodies stankin' I can smell them well
And if the police pull us over
I'm the first to bail
(Indo G)
Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead
While I drop this track
I flack (??) I'm straight from very bone
To the motherfucka filin' out
I'm the first
See Triple 6, It's on
Bitch every mud up in a source bone
I don't wanna kill a motha, betta get a motherfucker for talkin' that
shit
Huh, I don't wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker for
crossin' my click bitch
Boogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brains
On the motherfuckin' wood grain nigga
Pullin' the trigga like uhh die nigga uhh die nigga
(K Roc)
Motherfucker
K Roc I dump but what I see in my trunk
See me after Killa Klan
Seein' that K Roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green
Prophet Posse my niggas
Gimme that forty glock
In my (??) pullin' that trigga
I see traitors lookin' at playa hatas
Fakin' while we blast our gat
I don't know where you're at
But hata I better witness a (??)
If a nigga don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch
I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk
[DJ Paul]
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome,
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the King of Memphis
Cock 'em up
[Hook]
Kill 'em and rob 'em and beat 'em and
dump all these body parts into my trunk
[DJ Paul]
Hypnotized Minds! HCP! Hypnotized Camp Posse!
We finna do this for all you thievin ass wanna be us ass niggaz out there!
Stealin motherfucker! Take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga
Make this money like we makin it nigga! Throw it down!
[Crunchy Blac]
Ain't never been a motherfuckin bitch
Hypnotized here just to get that grip
Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a bitch
Yall niggaz walk cuz ya walk like a bitch
Now aint that some shit ya hatin on this click
You gon make a nigga get up wit cha bitch
Split yo wig oh yes I did
I told you you don't want it with a Hard Hitta kid!
[Boogie Mane]
I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his stash spot
Took the rock nigga was got that was the plot
dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop
Open it up for closin it up I don't give a fuck
On a daily basis I be postin it up
Smokin it up choppin it to match it wit dub
Give us a club Six mane tearin it up
[Frayser Boy]
These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow
Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha merked ho
Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I work fo
Paul & Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro
Comin wit the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy its the Hypnotize
HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low
If you know what I know run that shit to my doe
[Lil Wyte]
We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker
But yall know yall done heard all that befo
Yall done seen the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe
You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk
Lights out next to the Mississippi River plumped up
Tape hog tied wrong place wrong time
Hypnotized Minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind
[Lil Chrome]
All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already know
I'm the truth and out the booth never been a ho
Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya through the doe
You ain't know I'm a young rich gangsta nigga
Never been one of them old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucker ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know they can't fade me
I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & Juicy who pay me
[Granddaddy Souf]
Well its ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) call me Mr. Man
Fuckin all ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies
See I could give a fuck about ya tossin all ya tough talkin
You don't like me nigga hit me in my mouth
Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across then
Candy ass nigga boy you softer than cotton
Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't bout the spit boxin
Hootin and hollerin like a cheerleader squadron
[Juicy J]
You can't be like me slangin D cuz I'm hurtin ya
No competition with the Juice cuz its curtains
It ain't nothin shakin but some pimps in this bizitch
Thats why you muggin and yo face lookin pizzissed
Stay bflippin cars ballin out like to shizine
You stay askin questions how the hell them niggaz do that
We smoke the best of dro while she down wit some Jack-Jack
My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side
[Project Pat]
They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num
Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at them
Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob kill steal for the ghet-ty green
U.S.. Marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head
I'm was like "I ain't did shit why you hatin this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this
[DJ Paul]
I been doin this too long to still be strugglin livin like this
Fuckin off with major labels slayed me like a bitch
And these got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road doin free shows
Tryna get a few spins in a few spots
I growed up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I hear a lotta corny shit on the radio
Thats because they record company wouldn't spend dough
Yeah my label got a hook up wit MTV
But they just keep forgettin to tell 'em bout me
They try to play like it's love and its family
But all my marketing dollars goin to {****}
Tear Da Club Up was the first Crunk fight song
I made that in 92 a lil not long
That it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on
That's why Three 6 is the MOst Known Unknowns...
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome,
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the King of Memphis
Cock 'em up
Kill 'em and rob 'em and beat 'em and
dump all these body parts into my trunk
Hypnotized Minds! HCP! Hypnotized Camp Posse!
We finna do this for all you thievin ass wanna be us ass niggaz out there!
Stealin motherfucker! Take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga
Make this money like we makin it nigga! Throw it down!
Ain't never been a motherfuckin bitch
Hypnotized here just to get that grip
Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a bitch
Yall niggaz walk cuz ya walk like a bitch
Now aint that some shit ya hatin on this click
You gon make a nigga get up wit cha bitch
Split yo wig oh yes I did
I told you you don't want it with a Hard Hitta kid!
I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his stash spot
Took the rock nigga was got that was the plot
dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop
Open it up for closin it up I don't give a fuck
On a daily basis I be postin it up
Smokin it up choppin it to match it wit dub
Give us a club Six mane tearin it up
These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow
Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha merked ho
Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I work fo
Paul & Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro
Comin wit the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy its the Hypnotize
HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low
If you know what I know run that shit to my doe
We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker
But yall know yall done heard all that befo
Yall done seen the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe
You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk
Lights out next to the Mississippi River plumped up
Tape hog tied wrong place wrong time
Hypnotized Minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind
All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already know
I'm the truth and out the booth never been a ho
Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya through the doe
You ain't know I'm a young rich gangsta nigga
Never been one of them old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucker ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know they can't fade me
I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & Juicy who pay me
Well its ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) call me Mr. Man
Fuckin all ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies
See I could give a fuck about ya tossin all ya tough talkin
You don't like me nigga hit me in my mouth
Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across then
Candy ass nigga boy you softer than cotton
Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't bout the spit boxin
Hootin and hollerin like a cheerleader squadron
You can't be like me slangin D cuz I'm hurtin ya
No competition with the Juice cuz its curtains
It ain't nothin shakin but some pimps in this bizitch
Thats why you muggin and yo face lookin pizzissed
Stay bflippin cars ballin out like to shizine
You stay askin questions how the hell them niggaz do that
We smoke the best of dro while she down wit some Jack-Jack
My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side
They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num
Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at them
Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob kill steal for the ghet-ty green
U.S.. Marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head
I'm was like "I ain't did shit why you hatin this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this
I been doin this too long to still be strugglin livin like this
Fuckin off with major labels slayed me like a bitch
And these got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road doin free shows
Tryna get a few spins in a few spots
I growed up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I hear a lotta corny shit on the radio
Thats because they record company wouldn't spend dough
Yeah my label got a hook up wit MTV
But they just keep forgettin to tell 'em bout me
They try to play like it's love and its family
But all my marketing dollars goin to {****}
Tear Da Club Up was the first Crunk fight song
I made that in 92 a lil not long
That it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on
Mane check this shit out we was up in Chicago right
With my nigga big hamp, you know what I' saying?
The nigga pass me a blunt
Like smoke this shit nigga this some bin laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this shit down south
What the fuck is bin laden weed its three different
Kinds of weed all grown together that shit some straight killer
Them Chicago niggaz named that shit bin laden mane some straight fie
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby brown
Who got that laden weed
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang around my hoe
Sometimes I feel like I got to get high to hang round niggaz I know
I sped it up on weed I slowed it down on snow
Cause I seen somany niggaz fall off that blow
One day they got it all and aint got shit to show
So I came to my natures I had to cut that hoe
So know I'm feeling happy I'm on that binny bin laden
And niggaz is acting like they don't know what the fuck just happened
My vision getting blurry I'm about to fall asleep
Or am I dying I need to eat cause this some poutin weed
My life start flashing like holograms like right in front
Of my own face I never felt this way on one blunt
I see my son gaining life and my dad losing his
And old girlfriends and niggaz I shouldn't hung with
The picture starting to fade its getting hard to breath
I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve
Well since I'm on bin laden let me tell you a story
Bout these three pussy rappers who couldn't do nothing for me
Gave a whole lot of cheese said I fucked him his shit
Smoked a whole lot of weed so he seem to forget
Who bought trunks and you cars gave you bitches and hoes
Who told you ass to take a bath when you thought you was raw
Mane I tell you he a killer when we talk on the phone
When you see him face to face he'll leave you alone
That's why I'm smoking on this fucking bin laden
All my niggaz in the hood they got it
Take one little puff you a addict
Take a gun to the head means tragic
Boy I tell you like this we can smoke it anywhere
In front of police station with a six pack of beer
Seven a.m. in the morning just watching people stare
Let 'em point them damn fingers say they wild over there
Ey ey its glowing like its indigo I smell it through the bag
I'm floating like a magic carpet straight from bagdad
From my brains from my blood from my lungs from the dutches
Cant just let this reefer just escape from my a conscious
Cause its the substance I'm loving I'm buzzing
Smoking like a narven huffing and puffing
Came from the Indonesia, Colombian or kaliman
Or its by the welfare straight from the taliban
Do you remember me from smoking good weed
Break it down roll it up give it the indo need
Do you remember me from no sticks no seeds
Or you remember me from putting you on this laden weed
Get yo funds together and come go and see
I'm gone take you on the strip where bin laden be
This one blunt action you'll have to smoke and see
It used to be and old convience store
borded up for about 10 years
when i seen it i knew it was as good as gold
built it up from nothing
most mutherfuckas cant do what i did
do you know whats wrong with average mutherfucka?
Is that they fail to see the big picture
All they want to do is ride around in a fancy car, buy some expensive jewelry
or show off a big bank roll to impress some bitch
But thats the shawt chesse
Security Guard
The shawt cheese
I GOT SOME BRASSKNUCLES FOR THE BITCH WHO TRY AND FUCK WITH ME GO A STEELTOE
FOR THE NIGGA WHO TRY AND DUMP ME WALL STAINED WITH BRAINS FROM THE BITCH THAT
OWED ME STEADY GET INTO STATIC BUT YOU THINK DIDNT NOBODY TOLD ME AINT THAT
TYPE OF MUTHA FUCKA THA GET FILLED WITH THAT ANO I'M THAT TYPE OF MUTHA FUCKA
WHO FILL YOU FULL OF THAT AMMO THESE HOE'S CRYING THESE BITCHES ARE BLOWING A
CANDLE I CAN'T HANDLE THE SHIT LIKE SCARECROW AIN'T FOR NO HOE GAMES FOR THE
ONE THAT DIDN'T KNOW SCARECROW BRAIN KINDA STRANGE AIM MY PISTOL STRIKE YA DEAD
ON THE NOSTROL BITCH DON'T TEST THIS NIGGA CAUSE THIS NIGGA KINDA HOSTOL SOCK
YO ASS WITH A BUCK SHOT IN YOU WINDPIPE WHAT THE FUCK IS A FAIR FIGHT
SCARECROW TRING STOMP YOU IN YO FACE TILL THEIR'S NO LIGHT AND NO SOUND
LOOK AT YOU NOW YOU JUST ANOTHER PUNK BEAT. THIS FOR
TRING TO BLOCK THE HAYMAKERS I SWING
(Lord Infamous)
Gotta have a big back
Bank account not pitty amounts
Bud by the pound
Smoke a mothafuckin' ounce
A mean ass crib
All digital studio
And some down ass hoes for the road
I want it all or nothin'
I want it all or nothin'
They bitches with a punch bowl of weed
I call it bud in bed
On the spread
Plenty cash
Dumpin' blunt ashes on they ass
A bed with hydrolix
Liqour cause I'm alcoholic
No college for my knowlege
Cause I knew how to make profits
Don't like expensive clothes
Just the gangsta aparrel
Grab my route foul
As I walk down the threshold
Black as a shadow
Smoke loc vehicle
Hit Triple 6 up on my motorola portable
Keepin' it key low pro flow
In the studio
Part time jiggalo
Rock a show to make some dough
Lord Infamous
Mafios a gangsta pimp playa
Got on my brand new scarecrow underwear
600 acre marajuana field in my backyard
Smokin banana leaves on my lawn chair
Playa cause a room
Full of mothafuckin' bombs and artillery
All fuckin' century I need
Chorus
Plenty money and dope
Alot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib
That's how I like to live
I want it all or nothin'
(Juicy 'J')
Back in the days I was broke
No joke
Fucked up in town
No g's no hope
A nigga used to hike home from school
On the bike trail
Wishin' one day this rap shit'll probably make me bail
Lil' ??? was the niggas I used to hang with
Andre and Big Trese
North Memphis bound bitch
Hangin' on Evergreen corners
Holdin' my fuckin' nuts
Watchin' freaks walk by
Sayin dirty bitch wassup
But they wasn't goin'
Cause they want a nigga sellin' yam
A mean four way
With the grain wood his ass in
95.0 chevy thang with the vogues
But I used to catch the bus
and lounge and the china store
I just couldn't wait
Tryin' to rap to get my final break
Juicy 'J' AKA The Juice I want it on my tape
Sell and make money
So the niggas in my hood'll know
Any one wanna ride I'll be singin' this chorus
Chorus
(DJ Paul)
In the 9-5
I decided fuck this underground tape shit
Stack some cheese
So quit puts on my disses
Tryin' to break bitch
Kinda quick kinda fast
To a bigger studio
Bullshit producers tryin' to fuck me up my asshole
Tradin' ass niggas sayin' they do
Just enough for me
If you ain't for real
Then keep it to yourself
Cause see I ain't got time
plus aint in a mood for playin no fuckin games
you cross me somethin and I dont get it
I gotta lay it down
But I ain't and I'm not nigga
I gotta make more than I did in the 9
For whatever it takes it wont be easy
Cause in they never why
In dough it better stay like this
Or get greater
Cause if a nigga fuck me now
I promise he pay for it later
That's why I beat you to my game
And I learned the business
Cause you will straight be missin'
Without a witness
I want a pound of weed
And a candy face in the den
A bank account readin' a mill
And a 95 Benz
Chorus
(chorus) aint got time for games, fuck these niggas, get mane, a nigga like me cim wittit mane
crunchy black: i ran up in that bitch with tha tone, tied his bitch ass up n raped his hoe, im gunna take all his crack n his money, im also gunna take his grandma cuz i wanna fuck her
Dj Paul: shake my mutha fuckin hand before i kill you muther fucker
Juicy J:represent our neighborhood before i kill u mutherfucker, i aint got time for games bitch, im gunna slit ur mutha fuckin troght
young buck: you faggot muthafuckers im gunna kill bitch so u betta run u homo ass nigga
Yea, yea, ya'll kno wut time it is... sum mo Tripl 6 shit for yo muthafuckin azz... Three 6 Mafia for u playa hataz, from the EP, Live By Yo Rep, from the album Mystic Styles, u gotta go get this shit... also from tha Prophet entertainment, tha Koopsta Knicca's solo tape, Skinny Pimp and the Killer Klan.... Triple 6 Mafia (x17)
6 in tha mornin' police kick in my door
Slipped on my lugz
Quickly thugged out the back yo
Jumped the back gate
Cranked the chevy
Then i race
Popped in the deck
A motherfuckin' three 6 mafia tape
I'm crunked off the bump
Pumpin' through my backseat
Speedin' hit the weed
Though the end of the streets of memphis, tennesee
Got my stacks and some bags sittin' in the stash spot
Tatooes on my neck and a hot 40 glock
They got the hunt out for the infamous nigga
Call me scarecrow
Used to slangin' man, but i don't do that no more
I'm feelin' like i'm the most wanted
Every cop is an opponent
In the dash
On my ass, on the cherry buck flash
And i'm real
Man i got to get the fuck out of here
I had to ditch the chevy
Callin' my mafia niggas to scooped me up
The blocks are crawlin' with cops
I can't go down, them slugs bust
I'm runnin' through yards and shit
Tryin' to dodge them tricks
A movin' target
I spotted my nigga out there
On the real, gonna rde with out no flodgin'
He didn't hesistate, we climbed up out my side of town
I told him bout' the drama in the ride and how it went down
I got a lay low cool (??) before i get back in it
Anti-peace and po-police
I beat them with glocks back to the street
I can't get caught, cause the new law say in it "ain't no deals"
I would decease these devil police, therefore i do twenty years
Every nigga aint real they drop a dime to papers
I gotta pull a quick capa before i catch the vapors
12 a-m the next day
Gotta bank the seas
Gotta preacher please (??) throw in the keys
Down to my nigga
Got the passport to get my overseas
Under the palm trees
But you know me a quarter key
But my plan was injured
The silent alarm was triggered
I heard a cop say come out with fuckin' hands up
Nigga now i got to show my prophet da posseness
My only way out was to take me some hostages
They keep on askin' me over and over for demands
I told them back up
Or she got brains on her pants
The gun was to her head, i told them don't make me shoot
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin threw your people when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way shit
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
Now don't you really hate
when somebody be two wayin you
And plus you knowin for a fact
that you aint given them the number two
She just a groupie ass
That's all up on your grind
Bustin characters
puttin shit like you was on my mind
Im hitten back, back
Look here lil momma
You wasten yo time
And plus the scats out to fuckin
House of don't be wasten mine
And especially ones
with the pages that be unlimited
Dat do you wrong
cause they deal
gon stay to say you did
They some two way freaks
And they out the were
Hitchu up at like 4 in da mornin
You be like god damett were you ridin
Down the street side to side
Cause this nigga bout to wreck
Im bout to throw this Motorola out the window
Im gettin tired of this bitch
What you want from me
Gave you to my dog
But you still keep beepin shit outta me
All in front of yo man
Claimin you talkin to yo girl
He don't know
Plus you specialize in this
Yous a two way hoe fo sho
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin threw your people when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
They call me the juice
The no chicken lover
A gigglo at night
Dats always in trouble
I cruise around the city
I'm rollin up the sticky
I'm ridin 22's
And I love big titties
Gel and weave
Gel and weave
If she from the hood
Then she down wit me
She got gel and weave
Gel and weave
Wit a big round ass
Im yo man to be
As im rollin down the block
A player gotta beep
That said I wanna fuck
a two way freak
Her name is Rhonda peary
Who works at the dairy
Her chewin is da bomb
But her face looks scary
Im pushin down the street
Tryin to make it to her house
And then I gotta beep from my freak
Named Minnie mouse
They call her Minnie mouse
She live a couple trees
She eat a lot of cheese
If you hit she'll squeak
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin threw your people when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
Early in the mornin
My two way is jumpin
Wit da petty want some boys
Daddy want nothin
Wastin up my characters
You don't have to pay thus
I aint got no time for no
watchu doin unless its just
Goin to the bathroom
Two way on the tv
Come back
It's my baby daddy
tryin to see whos beepin me
Dog that's a NO, NO
Get yo stuff you gotta go
Scrollin threw my two way
Its like scrollin threw my cash flow
Look jack
In the club
Boys they be tryin to holla
Don't know how to act
Gotta two way on yo colar
Askin can you get a beep
Hell na not at all
You'll be dat dude
Dat'll make me
Throw my junk into the wall
How you get yo business
Some times its for playas yo
I can make exceptions
When you want to
Spend dat chedda
If you want to hit me up
Make sure daddies worth a hit
Or you when like you responded
What do we have here?
One very dead brotha, five gun shot wounds, four to the chest. Name was Tim or
sumin, recognize it from the neighborhood. Drug related.
Holding anything?
Found what appears to be 20 oz on him.
Kills him, but leaves the drugs.
Wasn't about tha drugs. Someone's sendin a message.
9mm.
Weapon of choice. Close range.
Yeah, too close for comfort.
Hey I'm headin back to the house, u want me to book those narcotics for ya?
Thats fine by me.
You start tryin to get statements from these people here, see if u can get an
eyewitness.
Straight out the streets of Memphis, Tennessee
The robbery capital of the U.S.
The Three... 6... Mafi-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Because of they (Mystic Stylez)
They (Lived By They Rep) 'til the end
Causing (World Domination)
And (When the Smoke Cleared), they still was (Unbreakable)
Being the (Most Known Unknowns)
But after winning the Oscar only some would last due to pressure
And be the last man standing
DJ Paul and Juicy J, the (Last 2 Walk)
Smoke it up - what you do, what you do
Drank it up - what you do, what you do
Snort it up - what you do, what you do
Pop it up - what you do, what you do
I can hear the cries
Wishin they could turn back the hands of ti-i-i-i-i-i-me
Ba-a-a-a-a-a-ack...
"Hahahaha! Aww man, get the fuck outta here
Your CD ain't messed up man
I had to fuck wit'cha a little bit
cause I'm gone and I'm lit
But we fin' to give you some bump!"
Stick'em up
, raise'em up
All the flossin' on the town'll
(Get ya rob)
You be splurgin' all ya cash'll
(Get ya rob)
I heard trickin' with all them broads'll
(Get ya rob)
And breakin' bread with your dawgs, now that will
Get ya rob
At the corner stores hangin' with my young niggas
Project Pat in the Bay, what we squeeze Chrome triggers
Real killers role around here, lookin' for some prey
Low key behind tinted windows with the blowed face, gold plates
Dirty Ruger 9 kill a suckaz spine
He don't wanna come up off the wallet, then I buck him fine
He done blew off my hide, so I had to blow his life away.
Blew a few more lines, just to send my conscious on its way
Plotted on some crime, then I pulled up on a bank lot
She had a bag of money, snatched the bag, let my gun pop
Skidded off the lot, made a lick, thinking it was
?? bag full of shredded checks, cold but it wasn't ??
I'm at this phone booth tell me what do you wanna do?
Across the street from this dope house, I want the loot
And all the drugs, weed, rocks, quarter keys, or a juice
I'm about to go in with them guns out, ready to shoot
The police ridin' down the block, hold up (hold up) a second...
They're just patrolling, I need to get'em
The time is now, I got my ski mask, AK and a pump
I'll call you back in about an hour with one of them locked in the trunk
I'm running across the street (street)
I'm sweating like a beast (beast)
With chains on my hands (hands)
And shackles on my feet (feet)
My second robbery ('ry)
My heart rate just increased ('creased)
I'm kickin' down the back door.....
Now don't show it if ya ain't gonna share it
Fuck around and get this pistol across ya head
You better look like the 'hood when you roll through it
Or find your monkey ass leaking red like grape fluid
They will do it, my dawgs meaner than them laws
We said it, but ye ain't comin' in our hood to fuck a brawl
Make his car alarm go off, as soon as he step out
Dig this right?
A nigga caught a few bullshit charges when he was young right?
So now these motherfuckin folks don't wanna give me a job ya hear?
But dig this
Now these motherfuckin police wanna find me a new place to stay
Cause I'm on the corner, posted, sellin yay
But they gon' have to deal with it
Cause I gotta motherfuckin live with it ya hear?
I'ma work this trap and give a damn about these hoes
Cause I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't
If you give me a yard I'ma give a eight of blow
Cause I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't
Call me - the corner man, corner corner man
Find me - on the corner man, on the corner man
Call me - the corner man, corner corner man
Find me - on the corner man, on the corner man
I'm a Memphis, Tennessee, first 48'er
Give a damn 'bout these hoes give a damn 'bout these haters
If ye ain't talkin money you can see a nigga later
You can catch me in the South, on my bank, fuckin papered up
Bitch I sell white but I still do white
But at the end of the night I still give my price
And I get my money like a bee get honey
I got my profit even though some of it I done it
Cause a nigga can't work no 9 to 5
I got charges, but I gotta stay alive
And that's on e'rythang, you know a nigga gotta eat mayne
And I'ma do it even if it's due to cocaine
I'ma tell you some shit right here, real shit nigga
It's a lot of fake-ass niggaz that be scared to bust
They hear them choppers then they back on up and shut the fuck
They say they shippin ki's, a hundred percent of that is cut
They say they in the game but niggaz takin it up the butt
So quit lyin to kick it, thinkin you impressin us
I bet you workin with the feds and the blue crush
He smell the powder pack, then he wanna get loud and cuss
Nigga sit yo' snitchin ass down 'fore you gettin it up
Real niggaz on the corner they don't have to talk
Cause they walk the walk, while yo' bitch-ass gettin caught
I watched the first 48 on TV, Memphis raw
Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the mothafuckin' "M"
back in this bitch, nigga. H-C muthafuckin' P.
Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this muthafucka
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town.
And it's goin' down- HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!...
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!
La Chat, with that gat
The other queen of Memphis
Hypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...
...In the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris fuck a glass
Nigga drink it out the bottle...
...Don't be hatin' and shit
'Cause we gettin' paid and shit
Ain't no need be lyin' till I die
I'm gon' be lovin' this...
...The bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta
Ridin' nigga posted up
Fuck you bitches up when I come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers bust
Chat, you got my fuckin' back?
Yeah I got your fuckin' back
Buckin' bitches that be hatin'
Blow their chest up through their back
High as hell can't you tell
'Cause my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to fuck this nigga
Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotyze Minds be the label that pay me
Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit
You cannot faze me
So you heard it from the queens
HCP we be together
Fuckin' with my family bitch
It's gon' have to be whatever...
How can you relate to this
Niggaz they be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin' dividends
Burn it man, half in
Better known as "assed in"
All I want is money man
Can't you niggaz comprehend?
Lock and fuckin' load fool
Break the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no attitude fool
This is what we came to do
With them bodies in the bag
Put that dope in the bag
Put that money in the bag
Let's go fool, rat tat tat
They call me Juicy gigolo
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you bitches
To beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you niggaz
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Put her on the house
I got my dick sucked
When I was on the couch
My nigga walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My nigga took her mouth
By love real my nig
Let blood spill my nig
Shoot to kill my nig
If ya real my nig
Project Pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
Hang with macks my nig
Who tote gats my nig
It's blast or be left
Baller in your blood
White girl up your nose
Ya high off that bud
A slug in the lot
Your car and no strap
Blew your gotdamn brains
In your partner's lap
Choose your weapons
But boy choose them carefully
Each of my poisons
Are deadlier melodies
I am the doctor
And this is your therapy
You can have one
So you must get a pair of these
Beat, bound and gagged
Bump off bounty
Place all his pieces
All over county
The shit's very lethal
That I place in the needle
Prepare you for your last trip
To the Cathedral
I seen how TV can hurt
And plus platinum plaques to match
And add them twenties and vogues
And Gucci jackets on backs
We got them Bentlys and Benzes
And all them Lexus on lock
The picture gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them bitches hot
You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'
And wanna rise in the hood
It's cold I'm crankin' up heat
And you wish you could
Y'all wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you wish you was
And get off the grind
I'm keepin' one in the chamber
Because I'm filled up with anger
And when I see yo little hoe 'n'
You knowin' your life's in danger
I do a show y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of shit
Is that the best way that you know
To get attention lil bitch
I understand how they feel
They feelin' that they left out
And we the ones movin' on
So we the ones talked about
But niggaz keep it your best
And one day then you'll get a crown
But until then do a hit of coke
And keep feelin' down
It's my baby mama (yeanknow) I want child support
She get welfare checks, but I stay in court
It's my baby mama (yeanknow) she be ridin' Cady
And she always lookin' for sugar daddies
It's my baby daddy (yeanknow) he be always broke
And he aint no good nothin', but a joke
It's my baby daddy (yeanknow) he just love to have it
He be cheatin' on me that's why I can't stand em'
Man this freak has got me stressin' in the court I must confessin'
Playas try to get that checkin' hoopa hickeys on yo' neckin'
In that jail I can't be stayin' and my g's you can't be cakin'
Child support can burn like torch when you get behind yo' payment
Hurr they go you send em' letters then they wanna come and get cha
Probably shoulda used a Jimmy probably shoulda neva' met her
Why you wanna try and impress me?
Always lyin' tryna' caress me
All these so-called ballas want me boy I'm styled you know I'm sexy
I'm LaChat you see I'm swole got you waitin' at a tole
Betta' come break me off a fee keep yo' girl on yo' bankrole
See me switchin' blowin' out kisses dudes don't know what they be missin'
I'm the type of girl you need keep some cookin' in the kitchen
Bake yo' biscuits up from scratch get chu' sprung off my cat
But chu betta take care yo' kids Juvenile Court is where it's at
Where it's at?
Yeanknow? Cheese is missin' yean show
And that freak you shackin' wit' she too nice I'm mean though
It's DJ P and brothas be out we just tryin' to be dawgs
But it's ok aint nann hoe gon' stop the way that we walk
We kickin' dis off in them dose' and when it's on they gon' run
And please believe when we come we gon' come like a nut cum
Down and dirty in these streets, rough and rugged on these freaks
Ridin' Cady Automatic man we got to keep that heat
Keep that heat for them streets cuz' man these streets be watchin' me
Memphis, Tenn. kick the chains and playas gotta kick the crease
The Vision 2 Juvenile Court is where they had yo' boy
Monthly payments I gotta pay, but I keep comin' short
Now that I'm payin child support and these courts got me runnin' mayn
Spendin' nights with these otha freaks house and all my dawgs mayn
Warrents for yo' boy arrest got me sweatin' from the stress
Gettin' drunk and high all night bout' to drive me to that white
Mayn if these boys want me they gon' really have to find me
Messin' off with these scally wag hoes they so grimey
Why you playin?
Boy yo' baby need some shoes, boy yo' baby need some clothes
Need to try and pay yo' fees, why you out hurr playin' these hoes?
Aint no more for me and you, but this what they gotta do
With the seed we have concieved don't you know he's part of you?
I don't wanna hurr yo' mess talk to me bout' givin' checks
Put a judge up in my business what I want is what I get
Shoulda knownd it from the jump all that talk was just a front
Now you payin' for that lyin' see yo' ass in court next month
Pay you cheese I'll give you quarters I'll just wait for court to order
Mexico is where you'll find me somewhere round' the fuckin' border
Hangin' with the finest women, walkin' wit' a gansta limpin'
Drinkin' on a case of DP, goody green you know we wit' it
I done hustled worth a job and broke some back there wasn't no stoppin'
You dun did the clubbin' hoppin' and them pills you kept on poppin'
Now I see why you be freakin' now I know why you be geekin'
Boy,I think this the second time you done passed up this sign
you goin'the wrong way main.
Slow ya role, slow ya role,ya know what im saying?
Look,we about to go I 255,(yeah) straight up to Memphis.(ya show)
See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens,
we 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya see what I'm saying?
What you gone do?
Bitch,you can picture the pain,I rip you in vain
While the young soldiers whisper my name
I'm dealing the caine,sippin' on crown, smokin' that Jane
Open the brain,let that shit inject, you think that I'm playin'
Don't make me get at your kin fo those that can't
Either you die slow,ride slow, cause Fiend about to show
How not only God knows, these niggas our hoes,my stock broke
So we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats
Buckin the clip at the 5and 0 ,allow smoke
Dosha go straight to my lungs I see WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP
In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this
Got wit you F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6
Talk it like I bring I feel you need this,deep shit
Sleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches,it's all on you
Like that lil nigga B.G. cd volume 2
I throw hallows threw ,what you use to swallow and chew,
'bout what ya gone do?
Infamous I'm leavin brain dust
I'll indanger you lamers like strangers
I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger
I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a Banger
I either put you in a cross,or I pull the Moss
I'm runnin threw so logs, tring to blow ya leg off
I put some shit up in the line that'll blow ya mind
It's like some Colt 45, does it every time,nigga get my rhymes
If I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it
Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it
You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it
Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it
Act like you know me when I say Im head thug on your block
Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo spot
Tell your self you ain't scared when I run in your shit
I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apollogize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd World I represent it Blood City fo real
Foreget yo know me when I pistol whip you and yo click
No limit riders, Tre 6, yall aint runnin like this
Now whats the fuck the use of holdin a gun and playin wit you hoes
I'm bout to shut down yo heart thats how the story goes
These boys think cause we some CEO's, we must be some hoes
Its consequences and reprecusions fuckin wit pros
Thiese bitches hot cause its hypnotized and no limit
We off the wham but only real niggas all up in it
I tell you what Serv kill the head of yo click
And I bet all them hoes quit talkin shit
I never ran up yo a trunk
Blastin on a fuckin punk
Toxicated, high, or drunk
Try and grab the closest pump
Never flodged on how I lived
Fight a nigga over a bitch
Playa Im just callin pimp
Always keep a cigarette lit
Never walked up in the club
Dissin niggas wit a mug
Always keep my owm sack
Never wanted to hit your bud
Independant on you hoes
Makin more than selling dope
If you wanna hate the click
Nigga I make your body froze
Close yo eyes ?
Mouth full its a south thang thuging like that
You say you know Im in North Memphis pushin that drill
Tearin clubs up in South Memphis and Smokey City
Say your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo chest
Dont play no games boy, Im kinda wild wit that tech
Pretend you death when I scream what city you clame
Fuck around wit me I seperate your body from your name
Lay down bitch ,La Chat and I ain't playing no games
bucking you hoes,my mado keep my distance from lames
My 45 be on my side and I be ready to ride
We catch you slipin you be missin have you barried alive
My niggas downdown we got that anna that you bitches dont won't
Step to me wrong Paul,Juicy,Pat,La Chat be strapped wit them pumps
Now how you figure when you fuck up that we gone let you live
Hey we gonna do a song called Tongue Ring
Let me feel your Tongue Ring, is it rusty, hahaha
Let me feel your tongue ring, let me feel
Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring, let me feel
Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Me and my niggas try yo' bitch
Stole the price and stang yo' bitch
All you did was take a shot
And ball the fist to close the fist
Kiss it at the mall to mill
Hold the hands and love the shit
Hope you ain't no essency
Don't you know she used to trick
Open the door to pop the crespt
To take your time to fucking sex
I never would a will a swept
Knowing she'd be chewing paint
All my boys the more the better
Not a week but when you met her
Spits the swallow while she asks
Thats as if you gon' eat me now
Now nigga (nigga) what ?
What the fuck ?
Im all about them freaky hoes
That like to suck
Them brawls wit' them booty blowin'
Now thats the bidness
I let this kinda camera for show
Be my witness
Them boys wit the can't block it
Get them round
Wit' them boys that can't rock it
Drink some crown wit it
Niggas wit some videos
Or some college hoes
That playin' hard to get
But they the freakiest (freakiest)
Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring
I be fucking this nigga
Straight corruping this nigga
Pussy wet as a river
You need a boat for me nigga
I be hot as a fire
Oh my God I'm on fire
I be tellin' these boys
I do my thang when I'm higher
Come on baby just lay down
Or to bed with me baby
I be triple the playin'
The triple pleasure im sayin'
I be comin' with cha'
If your freaky like me
If your freaky, im sneaky
Hey undercover watch me
Strawberries and ice
Not the ice on yo' wrist
Got yo' niggas dick brick
See me rubbin' my clit
(rubbin' rubbin' my clit)
Suckin' (suckin') my tits
Camcorder got me staring high
In my first click
I be major with mine, I don't fuck all the time
I don't need you, please believe me
Nigga only when I'm in the mood for a quick
A quick ride on the dick
Through a razor in my mouth
Straight slicin' yo' shit
NIGGA !!!
Dis' Bitch, dat ho (ho)
Let me see you pussy ho
Soakin' fuckin' wet
Nigga tryin' to play some fat
Oldy, freaky, hood rat type of ho
Nigga don't you know all hoes ?
Go easy
Fuckin' cum easy
Fuckin' go see me
Nigga fuckin' ho bout' a train bro'
All nigga, all boy, take off yo' fuckin' hat
Let these ho put cap in yo lap (jack)
Fornified pleasure girl
Lickin' every measure girl
Tryin' to find a tresure girl
Nigga it's whatever girl
Bitch i'll take you round' the world
Lick ya dick, a talk ya twirl
All to know ya' toes will curl
And then your dick will start to hurl
Talk like I fuck her in da butt
Nigga it ain't hard to cut
Wait untill she sittin' up
Just waitin' to lick a nigga nuts
Quickly gettin' naked
Skinny dick, she'll strecth it
Pussy stayin' wet, and she loves when niggas rake it
So did it bitches
Pretty bitches
Freaky bitches
I've had those sticky bitches
Grand there thin, all on the flow wit' bitches
Them goin' bitches
Hoein bitches
Blowin' bitches
Mad at the stoned up bitches
Flowin' bitches
Some sort of rollin' bitches
Scary bitches
Plenty bitches
Hairy bitches
Even the smelly bitches
Ready bitches
Beat up the deadly bitches
Say what ?
To tear up the ugly bitches bout' the news
Koopsta my bloodshed bullsucker
Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
If you bitches ain't scared put a bitch right to the floor
Tell her she belong below under shoes where roaches go
Hoe I'm ready if you ready tell me what you wanna do
To the lovely Gangsta Boo, buck as fuck I thought you knew
Put my sign up in ya face
Leave ya stape without a trace
You ain't buck 'cause bitch I saw ya stankin' ass yesterday
Talk ya ? hoe ya ? 'cause I'm comin' in the crowd boy
With niggas and I'm out slammin' bitches to the ground
I see ya from the stage ya angry face is fighting in the corner
Full of marijuana niggas in the middle in a trauma
While they throwin 'bo's they snatchin' hoes that stuck in a coma
Any thick lil' fine bitch come on through a nigga all up on her
Some trick done got mad and ran to the wagon and grabbed a 12 gauge pump
Probably full of that numby numb that coke and rum and getting dumb
Cars are barrelin' through the nigga shootin' runnin to the Rover
Niggas catchin the heat from slugs
Negroes gettin trampled over
Now I got you bitches hot
Platinum out and on the spot
Mad becuase they take your cell
So they stop at slangin rocks
Bring yo ass to North Memphis
Killas hang and niggas pimpin
Playas on them cards flippin
Choppin dope up in the kitchen
And I always keep it real
Way before a record deal
So my nigga don't hate on me 'cause Juicy J be gettin his bills
Clean that mug from off ya face unless you want a casket case
Nigga fuck what you end, who you clean, and fuck ya friend
Nigga you claimin set, throwin', showin' signs
You ain't no one look inside your face is plain as day
Another hoe is showin'
Bitch I'm down with the same game you claim but I will fuck you up
Hoe it ain't the same off in them flames I don't give a fuck
Put some in your liver you so ? in the studio
Nigga all but the liver watch you run like bitch was stealers that I let you
know
Packing automatics full of that static that you stressin' for
Actin' like you want some but it seems you scared to go
Hey don't call me for sweet songs
Ain't no ?
Ain't no funky smilin' faces
Ain't no grins up on this man
It's the ? that keeps me cool
Social security breaking news
Shit could fight up all night with mo henny wait that's how I (breath)
Do you feel it? Is it rare?
Smack that bitch up with that chair
When you see me over there
Raise your hands up in the air
'Cause bitch this ain't no Rosewood
Nigga take another round
Slipped up, chopped up, fucked, lights out
Claim where I claim, hang where I hang
Burn where I burn, nigga ain't no thing
Do what I do, hanging with my crew
(What, what, what, what) nigga I thought you knew
Ain't no hood, throwin our sets
Me fucking more nigga no disrespect
Get out our way, gun will spray
We gotta come like we get doen and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
We gotta come you know dat Devil shit is still up in us
We Mafia Niggaz We Mafia Niggaz
So damn wicked got some shit you bitches never saw
I caught you shakin sawed off's pumpin now'll we'll break the law
I cut the air off where you breath while I'm blazin on these trees
The ? I get from these trees'll take your leg up off
You chokin from exhaust
You lost up in the sauce
You stand against the wall
Don't play wit Lord at all
You dealin wit some now you pissin down your leg
and got a gun against your head you know dis lead is for a bloody brawl
I'm tryna go for boss
Prepare for Holocaust
I got moss and when I toss it will get em off
I'm dirty for the cause
Bitch don't you hit the pause
I'll lock you bitches in the icebox wit it full of frost
Bitch don't you know that when I'm hi I leave a dimple
Cock back dis pistol then I'll pop you like a pimple
I got the tunes in the stones
In your home wit the chrome
You alone and the rest is very simple
Ain't no nigga goin play wit me
Play wit me my nigga I'ma lay you in the streets
All I came for is cheese nigga dat's hard to believe
I'ma lock and unload and make your bitch ass bleed
Let ya'll know dat I came wit some shit up my sleeve
Know what I mean my nigga It's only Jus me
Slip dat knife down my sleeve
Slope you dead in your heart
Wit only dat sick shit don't get shit started
Now ever since we done came dem hataz didn't play no joke
Try to bounce to the crib
I shot around in dey home
I'm bustin rugaz
wit some lugaz
Do ya
Nigga I'ma send em straight through ya
School ya
Bout dis bidness
Bout these boys
Ya bout to witness wit these toys
Wit dem toys yeah we got em
Make the noise when we cock em
Guaranteed to kill and rob em
Stopped em wit the sawed off shotgun
Niggaz in the street dey found em
On dat dog food and Vodka
So much dope the blood was toxic
If you ain't claiming G-D
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming V-L
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Crips Then
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Bloods Then
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming BHZ
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming North Memphis
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Orange Mound
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Southpark
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
Bitch we are entertainers
we warfare trainers
we ain't gangbangers
but we will make you famous
I show you falling hoes
I show you slippin' slopes
I show you swiss I knows
I dangling from the rows
you top that tokeo
up in the studio
but in the streets they ho
you cool they diff but so...
But if he eat the coke
and wanna go for broke
let's get them guns out ho, I thank you fucking former ho !
I can fight this nigga
I can whoop this nigga
I can
BOOM! With the trigger
I can rob this boy, I can mob this boy
I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy
I can make this fool, I can rape this fool
I can get them off my five o-clock or ten o-clock news
I can lend a helping hand
I can be your fucking friend
I can leave his body stankin' in a Kroger garbage can
If you ain't claiming Hollywood
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Walker Homes
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Foot Home
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Walter Simmons
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Smokey City
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Evergreen
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming LMG
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Dixie Homes
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
Don't play with the Hypnotize C-A-M-P (A-C)
Blowin' small balls nigga feel me
MAYBE!
I be what chu' call the first lady
Triple Six put me through the doors getting money
Now you
Jelous-Ass-Bitches in my face
tryin take my shit out of place
(you be steppin' bitch)
I be on some Hennesy
mixed with some Alizae
Smokin' on some hay
on my way
on that plat "A"
("A")
Im hittin on some small niggas
(that rob niggas)
Smoke coke
(With big mob figures)
That star niggas
In P-Agg ya
Get em' recorded they own pictures
Im takin' puss, and dankin' drankin'
drank wit warning niggas
I poke them stagged up
And round wit trick a heavy niggas
Im talkin ski-mask
Engage up out of the back seat niggas
pull the triggers
and I keep a tone, world-rone
Dangers on, Hustle grown
Sippin' on, Burn a post
Papers on, but still im home
If you ain't claiming New Chicago
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Roxy Brown
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Pussy Valley
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Fowler Homes
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Douglas Then
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Trig Then
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Mclemore
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Bunker Hill
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
No issues
You think this kid fucked up the fucking problem
Bitch you don't know that Koopsta Knicca is a murder robber
Got yo motherfucking brother in the back seat
Sweat drippin' off his neck
son of bitch you don't know me
"KOOPSTA"
I kinda hear the whispers in his fucking bed
"KNICCA"
And you think you got that strip
than why don't you get with him
and if you wanna stress me
grab my 8.0 is you dead
Say "Mister cum a dress ya"
Koopsta got em' scared!!!
If you ain't claiming Hyde Park
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Ridge Grove
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Ridge Crest
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Bartlett Then
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Germantown
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't naming
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
My nigga silent night, deadly night
That's when I start when I start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man then I toss the dynamite
Bitches yall ain't got the guns
Bitches yall ain't got the funds
Fuckin' around with Three to Six I'll make you niggas duck and run
Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys
Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga
Make his eyes close I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes
I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin'
Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin'
How you bumpin' our shit then you turn around an you diss?
You wouldn't want to step we been in this shit you rookie bitch
Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy
I ain't sayin your name you know who you are Lil' Boy
In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
Now I ain't fucked up bout these niggas dissin'
Cause a nigga givin these blessings
See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a fuckin' weapon
Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player
Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later
Probably I should call the boys
Tell them to bring them toys
We gonna bust them bitches and fold them up like aluminium foil
And keep loadin them guns
Takin em one by one
Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks until the job is done
Take em' on a lyrical holocaust
Infamous is just our mafia boss
Nigga walk around with his head blown off
Call me the wicked ass lord of farce
Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart
Infamous coke has got no heart
Coming through the hoe ain't no motherfuckin boss
Fall to the earth ?
Hoes be froze in a permanent dose
These bitches blow me outta their clothes
Call me the nigga with the dirty nose
That will unload a 44 up to the foes
Ain't no playin with you motherfuckin hoes
Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know
But the infamous know you
So and So and Toe and Toe I take the flow
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
Ahh... ? dress up on my head see, heard dat?
Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga hell yeah
Jumped up out the bed cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard?
? 4 clickas ain't going out like no bitch
Ain't no ? out this place like that fog up in my face
Ain't no rollin' like no sissy
Ain't no busta bitch, OK?
Grab that gat cocked and handle like they think that I'm crazed
So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinkin' Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefin' on green herb
I got this clout NOW!
Back in the day, I wasn't here NOW!
Since I been droppin' these verses
I'm out the head
Just like the babies wanna think I'll come home
I'm from the South bloaw,
I got Hypnotize gear on my body, throw on the set
Real quick, y'all squeezin' them triggers we bout to pop (pop)
Any fly lil' mama's boy, who movin' up on the block
Think you the stuff, you think you rough, boy quit playin'
Gangsta Boo know where she stay
Between the nozzle you layin'
You tryna wear my shoes
You tryna wear my clothes
You tryna be like me,
I'm tryna be like you bro,
What I'm really tryna say
You got to keep it all real
You can't be takin' no deal
You gotta get you a meal
See it's hard out here,
Peeps'll end ya career
See it's hard out here
People put you in a wheelchair
I'm tryna give you a meal
I'm tryna keep it all real
See you be fakin' a deal
So I'ma let ya see how it feel
Thinkin' ya ballin' this bangin'
Ya cold and ya hungry in ya sleep,
You wish that was your life
So y'all been yappin' for a chiefy
Ya greedy and fiendin' to be a happy ?sa-super chi?
But you don't think it because there's plenty
of dues to be paid, up in this industry,
Wanna come in outta nowhere bitch
I kick you on the streets then run in yo ear
And yet you end up wid that set that you claim
To requilinquish? your master start, playa,
I can't play yo album mack,
And everybody can't be on the same thing
And everybody can't be a known rapper
Know what I tell ya exactly
In the ghetto we got ghetto stars
Riding in a steamed up car
Lex, wid them tinted windows
Pushing down the Boulevard
In the mouth you see the grill
You face a playa cause he real
Not because he roll and smoke
Or cut some deals, for the bills
Plus I'm tryna stack some G's
Pushing weight like quarter kis
Hey let me ride in that Lexus truck?
Freak you betta hit your knees
Never will I save a broad
Gangsta playas comin' hard
Chickenheads get out my car
I'm leavin' frantic in the park
Y'all hatas ain't no killas
Y'all hatas be hoes
Cause neither one is ridin' down blastin
Wid hugs and vogues
Them boys tryna play the hard role
They get a head hole
Them boys shoulda played the smart role
And kept they ass closed
Instead ah sayin', what they saw
What I did, and who I did it to
Who else is in on it?
Who else you told?
I'm yellow paging 'em too
I had it up to here
I'm killin' this bullshit
Y'all fingers on triggers
And all them niggas on bullshit
So you wanna be ah,
Playa just like me ah,
Ridin' on tortillahs,
Choppin' up a ki ah,
Project dodgin' lizos,
Glocka in my drizaws,
Optimal after mo never do we pissoz,
Do you have a hizap?,
To unload a trigga,
Crushin' on ya paper,
Thinkin' youse a faker,
Now you got to do 'em
Or get played for a sucka,
Handle that use that gat
Smokin' on da dro
You can't act like you don't know
Smokin' on da dro
You can't act like you don't know
Get down, get down on ya knees like a topnotch ho
Get down on ya knees like a topnotch ho
Now all these chicken head hoes tryna smoke for free
See now hoe round these parts gone be smokin' on me
Get to fuckin where you fit in
If you want it throw yo bucks in
Trade yo truck in
Put something on it
Hold up, now how you figure that LaChat be jockin niggas for weed
You in my face so mother fucker yeah I'm smoking for free
See we cant kick it 'less you niggas stick and roll in that dough
So fuck you boy I'm real as truth and so I know we'll smoke
That aint my dog, that's just a nigga that just be tryna play hard
The type of nigga I steal my weed from when times get hard
But if you wanna fuck wit that fool its cool I aint hurtin
You better dress real light cuz that conditioning aint working
Nigga who gives a fuck what kinda friend or kid that he be to you
I'm bout my smokin', chokin', chiefin', fuck what you and him do
Aint shit for free, but shit wit me, you gotta be ready to spin
A ghetto bitch, I'm layin' back smokin' wit a devilish grin
Player
I smoke 'em, get choked on, Provoked on the leaves
These bitches want to get they hands on and chief
I duck in, I dodge in, I dip in, I dive
For bitches who follow to smoke by my side
The head tilt, just like silk, she made me get milk
The hobos, just smoke on the blunt super built
Snatch yo bitches ass if she went in my stash
Make money, get fucked up, treat women like trash
All all these hoes be sayin we ghetto
Maybe not they type of fellow
Pushin on that Chevy pedal
Always tryna sell that yellow
Guess she think that I'm gone beat her
All I wanna do is meet her
We can ride out on the bridge to meet this nigga wit Maria
Don't be scared when we be slangin'
Love yo company when we hangin'
Heard you like to fuck wit robbers, let you niggas run a train and
Rub yo pussy wit the fruity
Bend you over, bang the booty
Undercover fuckin partners, I will shock ya never knew it
This for the smokers and cheifers
She get on reefer her throat is deeper
Strait from a skeezer who stimulated to suck my pita
Riding on ox and Vogues
Hallin and flockin hoes
Which won of these bitches 'll suck me clean as mop and glow
You ho in the freight can slown it
Yo mouth and my dick component
A solid contraption we comin' bitches a magic moment
Inside of a Navigator
Bitches 'll masturbate ya
This sweat is activator
Vanilla her favorite flavor
The semen ejaculator
But T-Rock 'll never pay ya
If she broke then she wont hand a black wit out hoe and later
Yo payment is from the labor
Obedient to my favors
When she get hi her favorite food is dick and Now-n-Laters
A true gullin' rooty playa
Hella-fresh in my Gators
Bitches they smoking free with the mafia undertakers
We cool as refrigerators
When breathin' the chronic vapors
ScareCrow]
Please stay sleep, please stay sleep
please stay sleep, you niggas stay sleep
Sippin on six murder minutes, the sauce I give blood
from the cup to the coffin lid grill
of a place they call heaven now skids or broke hell
Silence for singin some many six songs
Christian or rune, my Lithonia despite ghetto
Sinister sins I decided distract on a ancient crucial
suspension suspect a sent or no souls
past like Krueger's is gross
Satanic in scent were wrote on the scent
it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp
in the land of protest a man-day
Infinite six, eternal the six
forever the six I sits outta da flames
Sick minded soldiers wit suffering
singing and searching to stable severe for some pain
crossed over the thorn on my venomous tips
Such in the same antisocial by there is no sun
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling
daily as the right wipe on my lips
Indulge yourself with the posters
I tell you how is your profit
and noisy money and drugs interior golds
demand if it gets the whole world da new dinners and clothes
[Gangsta Boo]
I click so quick, my spells are slick
I'm comin' again with much more
Its fucking yo bitch but Nig-ga- roes
You niggas be jealous 'cause my profit sellin'
'cause you run yo mouth around the wrong misses bitch
Just listen, I shouldn' have to mention
Yo ass is in the click, you fell in the click
Yo peep this, my niggas be packin' artillery making yo ass whine
I'm packin' this bomb ass car that's robbin yo ass blind all the time
You think I love you, never nigga I'm out to get my cheese
Like Roger Rabbit, who framed the nigga that guy left on his knees?
Smokin' out, 'cause I need to get high before I go on my mission
My profit soldiers call me all about this thing called pimpin'
So listen nigga before you think you got a convict (bitch)
You got a steaming matter lil' boy that want the lifestyle of rich
Sleep baby sleep
[Hook:]
Princes is all I dream
Beware of this cloud, 'cause it is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep
[DJ Paul]
We pimpin up on these hoes wit the Mack-10
The Mack-12 hit 'em wit the Mack-11
Catch ya slippin at the 7-11
Put the swords in the back of his cap, send him straight to heaven 7
Lily villains? couldn't stop these hits
certainly when ya fuck around wit da Three Six Mafia on top a ya
Game, really gotta wake 'em up wit the piggy bank
Really tho, sissy hoe, we up in ya house
Get 'em up wit galled off
Boo under da bed, Crunchy behind da couch
Wit da mother fucking shit we talkin' about
Thug'd out, drugged out, already
Get 'em in they mother fucking sleep like Freddy
Split it, doin' it, them mutha fuckin niggas doin' it
Pourin' it, the mutha fuckin Posse bitch
While you thinking we slackin' up, we jackin' up yo fuckin shit
Enemies from day one, but today sons, don't last, so ball it
Where ya run at? Da Three Six gun that, all bitches about the cheap
[Crunchy Black]
Hangin low and standin' hi, stayin' hi, on the mutha fuckin street
Should I let a nigga live?
Should I let a nigga die?
I should watch a nigga cry
As da tears hit the floor
Dealin' shit, how not a roar?
While I sing dem lullaby
Crunchy Black is not a whore
And Raven Red and heavens door
You be beggin' for some Christ
As I soar through yo life
Aint no mutha fuckin' Christ
All I wanna see is die
[Juicy J]
Yo sleep at night, we coming through yo mutha fuckin' window pane
Make sure at night, you shut it tight so the killer wont split ya brain
Nuttin but them two like a glock boy a sick infrared between ya eyes
Don't make a move in ya room you better believe it's a big surprise
rest of the body wrap it up wit a belt
Tie that bitch up wit the gray tape,
Please stay sleep!
Chop, chop, chop, cut the dead body up till ya know theres nothing left
I tried to warn 'em now they gunna
Feel the bitches of the devil's daughter
Horror all because they followed up from sites so quick in sorrow
There is no tomorrow
Armageddon is here to close it and
Smoking on some green
Thinking of a plan to rob a man
ScareCrow my nigga, do you think that I can do this shit?
Do you think I can get away so smooth after I hit this bitch?
It can be done so all for one and one for fucking all
Who got them 9s? Who got them Tecs? Fuck alla y'all!
Psychodelical spirits they spiral inside a kaleidoscope
What would happen if I traveled back in time,
And replaced the Ten Commandments with something I wrote?
The world warfare ended some thousands of years ago by
the rapper Lord Infamous ScareCrow
Happiness is not even an option my friend it is
something that you'll never know
Believe superstitious swampbies and zombies, sea
monsters and sorcery,
Witches, genies, be-witches
Give the ScareCrow permission
Keys to the door way from all the regions of your mind
I explain the unexplainable myths and times
Triple 6 is my mindstate
Pre-occupied with devil shit
Trying to survive through this crime rate
Sitting on the porch
Trying to torch
To the light green
Weed then proceed
To my mission as I allocate
Meanwhile the sunset
Trees blowing spookiness
Twist the doorknob, torn my bible inside was the massive Tec
So I snooped
Coop and boop
Load up and take a two with me man
Key to the ceiling is what they got for me to come a weary saint
Kick some doors
Put some hoes
On some mother fucking floors
Giving a mother fucking ching, ching hoe before you go and smoke
Forget yo G's, forget yo dead
Where your little kids at?
Half a bag of the hally place 'em with them glocks and tags
Sad to see they killed the nigga was innocent, though
he was guilty they figured
Not knowing that he was a mafia member
A mafia member fell tossed in the river
Using his skull
Denting his wood
Blood scattered all over the place no one scared for
someone that saw all they face
None of them got them a murder case
Laying in disguise
Get the Lies out they minds
As they fly high wide
In disguise hoping they eyes do not turn white
Is it Friday the 13th?
Are you niggas scared?
As I cock my gun back
Put a bullet through your head
I split them dreads
Whatever, whatever
You better beware
The evilest scare
Leave nothing but shells and gun smoke in the air
I got them glocks
So if you run you'll hear them pop
And then you'll drop
I'll come up on you and never stop
Till I reach that point
To wipe you out you hoes and haters
Smoke you like joints
You should have prayed to God to save ya
It was on a Sunday night a nigga hit Paul back
He said he had a job for us to do to meet him at the
Hardy's on the Mart to deal mo crack
My girl beeped me she told me paul was on his fucking way
Hit me on his cellular phone, big balling down Parkway
Paul rode up in a viper man
I jumped on the passenger seat
and that's when he like started to explain
How we gunna touch these hoes
Shake them hoes
Put 'em in a viper trunk
Roll 'em to our stash spot
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz
Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'
And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit
And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss
The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black
You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
You half steppin'I got the weapon
Boom! Boom!
I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga
No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit
Got all my boys, don't make no noise,just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart
It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy
Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start
See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard
Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition
No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute
I woke up early Saturday morning,
suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers
Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends
And pay a livin', neh nigga,
gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan
You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me
You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the treason,
time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze
Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke
Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise
Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays
Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays
And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight
And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
Yeah you know what im sayin, these lil flodgin ass niggas
come down on the lower level actin like they hard.
Off the street ass punk! yaint bout shit nigga!
Bring that shit to the floor nigga, got 4 mo muthafuckin days nigga
go get yo ass delt with bitch!
Nigga gone get yo mufuckin ass put in a piledriver nigga.
Bring it to the floor muthafucka
you cant fuck wit dis pimp nigga (Vrroom Vrroom Vroom)
Don't get yo ass put into a muh fuckin piledriver like I said aaaaa
It started out into a one lock down
me and paul in a hopeless cell
waitin to use the fuckin phone
waitin to get a fuckin bell
some people think 2 on 1 is just a place for cops and robbers
niggas still smokin weed constantly, passing dollars
mase in yo face when it's time to get buckwild
cuz lawyer fees are high as hell
payin these can't even help my trial
So while I'm thinkin to myself
a nigga walked right up to me
lookin me up and down wit a frown
smellin like a bottle of Crown
but I dont give a fuck
cuz this hoe gone make me make the news
for shankin niggas in the neck
whippin guns and takin shoes
he threw up a gang sign
I turned my back didnt pay em no mind
and when I looked around again
he threw it up another time
I said yo whats up fool
is there somethin that your trying to proove
I aint wit that gang shit
he smiled and fired up a Kool
walked a little closer to me
I'ma pull them dreds up outta his head
he didnt show no violent act
but in a low tone this is what he said
Killa, Killa, whatcha gonna do
get blessed in the red, I get blessed in the blue
on the 34th floor they got them G's claimin true
So whatcha gonna do, young killa
Ya gotta have somebody watchin somebody else
and them watchin somebody too
while you watchin everybody
cuz they ass is out to get you
no matter if you
in the dope game
or the rap game
or what situation
you hear my friend
there is no such thing as a fuckin friend
mabey you got to get them secretly
they out to get you
cant no love be in yo heart
by the way fuck these hoes too
you know they just as devious as ni-gga-ros
that ho don't love yo ass
and fool if you was broke she'd blow like smoke
And fuck these police ass niggas, snitches pull the sword
Stab you in ya back for a muthafuckin re-ward
junky muthafuckers sittin down at the precinct
Lookin at pictures trying to damnify a nigga
On the realla man, this game is so filthy
And everybody guilty, niggas talkin trilly
so keep next to clip see
man trust is somethin that I never had much faith in
cuz fuckin wit niggas you will end up in the state pen
yeah, aww shit they tryna blues up on my candy
they said somebody done dropped the time that these
playa hatas can stand me
and now my burbons on the record at about eleven
in the back of the car, Im hope'n I see tha 9-7-11
45 they done brought that dog
me and Crunchy eye to eye while chris be snuffin in dro
I heard a roomer that damn hound done found my stash
fo I done had for juice a blow
and a infa red on my 40 and a glock
aww fuck, we on our way to da do someone
this shit was foolin around for while but now it ain't so fun
but little do they know ben's made friends
I had to spend plenty of em
but we ain't seein no payin at least this shit
Nigga let me ask you are you really down wit yo game
or when you get locked up do that shit change
Now I'm comin real, tryna know the deal
bout you killas, are you just them shiesty niggas
that hang around drug dealers
when yo ass be locked up
ho, do you be like doin chores
for so cockin that you in
like VDs and bite lures
let this lady kick some knowledge
for niggas thats full of flodgin
Its garuanteed to get fucked up
by the real bosses killa killa killa
Whatcha gonna do, is yo color red or blue
You fucked up, you gonna get stuck up because you ain't true
For that simple reason, found you shakin, bleedin, in yo cell
now yo ass done bought a one way ticket to a burnin hell
yeah for you niggas that's thinkin that 2 on 1 is a joke
(a muthafuckin game)
you muthafuckas (watch you back nigga)
a nigga need to work that trunk ho
rock man, rock man let me get some rock man
Grab my guage and then erase
Grab my guage and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page
Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit
This shit so funky comes way under nigga grounds are Triple 6
I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large,
I keep you hatas out my face
Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage
My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game
I'm chargin' niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid
You hoes can't fuck wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hata
Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later
Everybody wanna ride for he say she say they say next
You suckas need to grow up out that kiddy shit
Quit fakin' just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia
Coming nine-six, to two G bitch
Misses lady gangsta on that weed, chicken rib shit
Just to let you know my partner hoe come on the scenery
Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red beams
Now where you gon' go?
You can't hide your life is over kid,
It's time for the killin'
Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch
Man this nigga kill me
tellin' these people that he's about to go nationwide
When he gotta drop his tapes of his self
Plus he gotta call Kim, to get a ride
I saw the motherfucka standin' out in front ah Best
talkin' about, bout my tape
The nigga talk about the hard shit on that tape,
Knowin' he sweet as cake
The type ah nigga to tell these hoes
that's he about to blow the fuck up
The only blowin' up bitch you doin'
Is when I stick the grenade in your butt
He say he smokin' so many blunts
I can't tell, ooh, he's a liar
I saw you for real,
Hit that ill shit,
You female buyer
Juice man I know what you sayin'
These hoes be killin' me ever so softly,
But little bit a bitch boy know
I be sellin' his first cassette or tape offa me
Don't forget about the dope,
You enraged, after you got that page,
From a doctor from the health department
Tellin' you you are gettin' fatal wid AIDS
This hoe boy holdin' card
Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it
Then he got fucked signed his contract
You bitch boy you's a fuckin' dummy
Lookin' tryna deal wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
Young nigga you'll never sell more than the Three 6, bitch please
Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian Arabic
I reckon I wreckin' ya South American
Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some, loop
Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of your neck
put your heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes
and straight to the head for the chief
and the blunt of the Indicut down in my stash,
I reside in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where there is no smilin'
the niggas buckwild and the weapons are silenced
there's nothing combine us,
Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
scarier, insanitarium, popper and carry 'em,
There's no merry love, only murder blood,
Till I take something worst out ah all ah these
hollow points burst and disperse going through
flesh and bone through the back of your shirt
you be burnt up and buried in dirt that'll work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas for shit
they can't get wid these bitches they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 niggas still
sufferin' every day that I swear
I see them fucking pressin' on they brother man,
It happens everyday don't make me grab the guage,
Dangerously I play I best to kill wid guage
Yeah nigga this shit still goes on
Punk motherfuckas,
I want you to listen to every
motherfucking word in this song bitch
Cause this is directly to you hoe
You motherfuckin' in the face ass
Cross this nigga, fuck y'all
This for you nigga, bitch
Fuck what u heard,
Fuck what u heard about me nigga
Step up to these killas
Feel the fuckin' trigger
Fuck what you heard if ya ain't heard this
That I roll wid a group ah niggas quick to throw fits
Quick to go get,
Quick to go rob him a bitch,
Quick to go lay down some platinum hits
I'm tired of you bitches go runnin' y'all mouth
Talkin' about, we ain't really keepin' it South
I put the gun in yo mouth,
And blow ya motherfuckin' brains out
Fuck what you heard and it just no doubt, nigga
Niggas like to gossip like some bitches
They down be round they bitches
Cause they bitches groupie bitches
And since I cut Three 6 these bitches wanna claim my dick,
We throwin' hits, they throwin fits
These bitches need to quit,
They wanna be down wid it
But these niggas won't admit it,
They droppin' to they knees
They beggin' please to be a 6,
You niggas on my dirt,
I smack you like a bird,
Because you fulla sherm,
And by the way, fuck what u heard boy
My nigga fuck it what u heard
You need to find out the truth,
Or get ya guns and come and test this hundred ninety proof,
Pounds, and silent spotted
Nuthin' but tickets in my wallet
All these hatas got me scopin' man
They still can't stop it for sure,
There's crosses all up in this shit
Crosses all up in my click
Got most of them crosses out
But still I got a few to get
Those who used to be wid me like,
Hope that boy ahead and he fall
Sick ah hearin' from they dogs,
Man you need some beats from Paul
Never happy keep on rappin'
Tryna live as good as me
Just bought my crib for a half a mil
My life complete
I guess that's why they dis-like
And claim my shit, wouldn't twirk
Tryna make them locals come above me
But it didn't work,
I got you bitches hot (hot)
You hopin' that I stop (stop)
I'm ten years in the game
Wid out a fuckin' clock (clock)
It's like I hear me
And it's like I don't hear me
I guess I get bad off in these streets
While they bail off
I was born up in the ghetto streets
Always learn to pack the heat
Call me on my cellular phone
If you want that work from me
Cowards like to talk and plan
Point some fingers say some names
Nigga if you claim you buck
Handle ya fuckin' business man
I been rollin' from the start
Always snatch a coward car
Evergreen is where I'm from
Sippin on the syrup we slum
In the night we smoke and light
At the club we start a fight
When we pimpin' on yo bitch
Yeah, yall know what time it is
Three 6 Mafia in this thang and we heated it
We bout to let yall know what the business is in the M-town
Like, like
See in Memphis them thugs be kind of like layed back
In some clean ass rides bustin a sac or hittin a pack
I'm fresh for ya pop a drank and I gotta get beamed up
My converty been dirty in the grass but I gotta get it cleaned up
I'm calling my team up
Mess witcha pull list in Marietta
I'm looking at about eleven
Meet me at for I gun and get 'em
Them G's and them fiends so deep
them fools always gotta start some shit
And now the coppers done ran a player clean off the strip
Up in the summer
Book of red dark as we busted through the misty fog
Me, Scarecrow, Juicy, Boo, Crunchy, just sign my role list Paul
None but that 9 up on my side
That side you tried to fight
Got bitches on my side
Get these bitches out now
Who got that fire please pass me that light my nigga
when ya doing that gin
Just want that really, really want that Henney just
want to fucking flare
And men my lung just busted open from disc under
That'll land up in a trauma Koopsta coming from da summer
Getting my groove we got to ride
Ridin' through the hood with my homies getting smoked out
In da summer
When Gangsta Boo ride
Ride with me baby I'm getting caught
Ya come across a chick lil' somethin who sets it off
Its da summer boy lets get together and hit the pool
Skinny-dipping yeah that's what I'm saying it's all good
Ex-ed out a little baby they call me the Lady Boo
Hypnotized a little always da summer who got me loose
It's no prob' to me you
Lets go shine together dude
Come and play with me
Come and ride with me
In da summer
See in da summer can I cut 'em off
Scarecrow chop a limb down, burn a log
Gotta keep a easy eye out for the law
Keep a big bank and buzz when the summer fall
Wanna spread nothing none till it kinda slung
Then I roll up a crumb till it gotcha gone
Here come another bum wanna winning won
Crunchy, Boo, let me hit it triple honey Hun
For the birds that don't know that's yellow
It makes me slow down the pedal
Pre-coasted quick on the medal
And I will leap I will mail it
Don't watch that dope I can't sell it
You and the jealousy mellow
Because you can't fuck with rebels
Lord Infamous hot as a kettle
In da summer
Pastor E. and J, Grandma Gay, lets take a ride and shoot
To my high school
North side where they break the rules
I'm scoping out some freaks in the streets
With a sexy switch
What's up with them dingy shoes, and maybe I'ma holler trick
Rolling through the Green Pearl clean
What's up Black and Kim
Chiefin on the swishers slangin way down to the ground
While I'm dozing off on you cuz haters squalling call 'em Kirks
DM riding on 20 chromes
Under the seat he keep them tones
In da summer we be coming
We be dropping just like women
We be hurting 'em hypnotize
We be taking people under
Do you people remember me?
When I popped up on the scene
We were fuller of that green
We were high up on that dream
Yeah, Crunchy still the same
No, that game didn't make me change
All we got a little change
Now you people be acting strange
Used to D
I'm used to game
Wont you catch up with them lames
All them people be calling your name
'Cuz you trying to steal my fame
In da summer
Yeah, yeah, keep it rollin', keep it rollin',
keep it rollin', keep it rollin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, another hot one
Three 6 Mafia heatin' it up
Earthquakin' it, bakin' it, another summer hit
Low down dirty
Hit the weed
Pass the dough
Mask'em face
Hide the yo
Ride on up
Not too fast
Point the guns
Kill yo' ass
I'm a North Memphis nigga
My nigga to my last days
And when I'm dead and I'm gone let the blunts blaze
See lifting weights in the pen got me toned up
But fuck the signs
If ya step I hold my chrome up
Don't give a fuck
'Bout them niggas that you hangin' wit'
I'm rollin' up
Let this tech start sangin' bitch
I never quit til' you violators take a nap
Pop in yo' car
Blew yo' brains in yo' potnah's lap
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch
A murder charge
See niggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor
You snort a line in yo' mind
Now youse a killa
So pull the trigger so
We can let the dice roll
Dem hollow tips in yo' shit'll leave a nice hole
It's Project Pat on the track wit' the dope cookin'
And where I'm from
Grown men don't take no ass whoopins
Not only weak niggas like to start bullshitta
But in the street couple hollow points will hit ya
I'm watching out for you ones that are sheisty
I'm low on cheese so I might pull a heisty
I know you punk motherfuckers wanna test me
Because yo' bitch like to bow down and bless me
Don't give a damn get yo' mama house shot up
And have her stiff like some crack that's been rocked
You fucked up and now you gotta pay the cost
Cause youse a hoe
And I'm the motherfucking boss
Automatic when I aim you say bye-bye
Yo' family sad you got killed in a drive-by
And to you ones that be talking all that yang,yang
What you gon' do
When that thang's in ya face man
It's Project Pat wit' that 12 guage strapped ya'll
I blow yo' chest out yo' motherfucking back dawg
What what
My nigga told me once don't you trust them motherfuckers
They act like they your thugs but they phoney motherfuckers
You trust no you trust no fucking bitch
Cuz if you trust a fucking bitch you be in the ditch
Oh no you let a hoe
Set you up and now its time to let these hoes know its go
You kick in'z they door you lay them on the floor
You put the gun to they motherfucking forehead bro
Is it fucking come
Is it fucking go
I kill a hoe like I kill a fucking nigga bro
I thought you fucking knew you fucking with the six
You fuck with us we put your body in a fucking ditch
Bitch you done fucked around with the clique
Click A motherfuckers gun sound bitch
We don't trust no hoe
We don't trust no man
We got our own fucking thing don't you understand
Now how the fuck the hoes think they taken something
You take nothing you only taken the fucking drama
How could you betray your folk
Haters like you should be smoked
Killed wrapped in plastic body bags cuz your ?
Trick we coming after ya
Death is looking drastical
Strapped up spectacular
Then suck blood like dracula
Best make sure you haven't said
Never hide the evidence
Use to be my nigga now I'm rampaging your residence
Pay my dues down the juice
Stealing what ?
Cuz you ? back in middle school
What happened to blazing bags
Hanging out and skipping class
Now you in the ? position bitch you wanna blast
Hating us supieror
Murder your ass now meeting the criteria
Ain't no use in being shamed
Blood on your mirror frame
And that was provided from my ? a nigga to the brain
I'm deranged born crazed
Shimmey to the turning lane
Couldn't drop this nigga so I took his ass to the game
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
How many motherfuckers that I can't trust
I can't trust suckers
I can't trust suckers
And I sure can't trust that nigga that be riding in that back trunk
And I can't trust my gal
Cuz my gal she snitch
And I can't trust that bitch
Cuz a bitch is a bitch
And I can't trust that nigga that I use to hang with
Cuz that nigga I use to hang with he'll flow like a bitch
And I can't trust chuck
Cuz chuck hear what
Have me walking round here singing shookey like dookey
And I can't trust my ?
Bust out my window and I ?
All over my car
nigga you know who I am
Rat tat tat is my level
Pushing bodies in bags
Bodies in bag and have your ass walking the procession
What's up, big mouth, big talk, big game
Teacher pet, taking aim, pump the tech, I'm taiking aim
Triple six 99 a bitch but fuck it
Creep up on them pussy niggaz hit the lights and the button
Don't you love it shit Pastor Troy DSGB
I represent it with my nigga from what (Tennessee)
The enemy of the state I'm keeping nothing but weight
I top grind on these niggaz quit actin like it's straight
And niggaz fake but I tell them niggaz fuck ya'll
I dump your pussy ass and flip it with my nigga Paul
Who can you conversation you see me pacing
And you can run and run but I'll be waiting
And you can bet I represent it for the southeast
Until death on the motherfucking beat triple six
I started rolling at the early age I heard it paid
So I made an investment, all my money was spent on buying drugs
And giving hugs to broads checking for bud
Because I'm dodging the law
I never saw and may I kept a kind the rest was raw
I had a proper ass (?)
I stole the show I didn't know I'd be judged
That's on the low and Pastor Troy praise God
Cause I concealed and my intentions to spill who ever will
Please step up and be killed
Don't think I'm real just to show that blood is red
Ain't no way till you finished just 16 shots in ya head
Ya'll scared
In the land of ATL, run shelves, crack sells for clientele
Brutally your head swell all who oppose get sent to hell
Midrange make ways to stay paid with AK's
Sin folks reload or enter heavy scapeways
We probably get robberies wit 12 gauge technology
So I kill blood spill I show no local modesty
Drop em G pay a fee doing combat killing enemies
Shot heads with infa reds so much death fuck a injury
I specialize and funeralize all the guys my clique despise
Full clip busted in between your eyes symbolize that its surely mine
When I bust my shells hoe leave you stuck like velcro
Throwing blows and elbows them tie that trick to the railroads
Bruise the bitch then shoot the trick now who's the snitch to get crucifixed
Clips and shit be super thick to inform you we ain't new to this
Blaze weed my tendencies bury MC's with jealousy
"Say ahh, not a thermometer, bitch,
it's the nine inches" --
Ass and titties, ass and titties
Ass and titties, and big booty bitches
You dealing with a thug thats quick to kick the diamond Roly (Rolex)
Don't pay attention to these boyfriends cause I leave em holy
Them boys fake maggets I done put they girl up in my rover
Put the black quote em quote em face and took her to Cardova
Jacuzzi bubbily drinking bubbily hoes they can't believe
My TV built up in the wall like they don't want to leave
There doing there best tryng to impress they sticking out there chest
Paul go some booty ? and nothing less
A nigga got to get his dick sucked got to get his dick sucked
Riding down the strip in the Lexus truck poppin hush
Pearly rolex on my wrist haters bout to have a fit
Dip frpm the curb I hit a case of Mo I'm bout to sip
Lit to the hydo green blinging on them twenty thangs
Heavy niggaz dropping weight while Juicy J be running trains
Whats the business strictly pimping all them freaks I know they miss me
When they throw a players ball tell em that your boy gon win it
I'm in the club I'm looking around I see you checkin me out
I'm on that gin looking for a friend to put my ass in his mouth
Ain't no doubt La Chat got plenty yeah I know that you scoping
Got to be a baller or shot caller or I'm taking shaking and jumping
Don't touch me trick you can't afford to put your hands on my ass
I'm too damn sexy keep thses niggaz begging droping off game
You in my ear you talking tough now can you handle me really
I got the scoop on what you doing with them asses and titties
Now nigga yeah I'm with it boo corress and holding me tight
Uh uh uh uh you can't forget to fo your job late at night
That cheese and chedar make it better no this bitch is not home
No conversation without that drink and dank and plenty to smoke
La Chat the mack ain't got no problems shit I love win you spending
The number rule is break these rules I teach a lot about pimping
So get it straight I ain't to have you I'm pretty yo ditty
I be the bitch that make you niggaz hate these ass and titties
Lil momma got big tatta up in the club
She been shaking and shaking it up she showed me love
Big butt, dirty sock it baby
Wanna be my lady girl please you must be crazy
This ain't the eightys I'm a sucka for your black fit
Split skirt holla holla for that dolla dolla
For what it's worth I'm a step to this fine fucker
I think I love her I'm a touch her with that ratitatat motherfucker
Hug in public know you love it got me coming when you rub it
Damn my stomach I can feel it going duh duh duh
Look here honey I can't play no games lights go down when a freak ashamed
Hit me up star 69 and then maybe will have sexual ways
But I pray that this night of lust won't lead to a girl that I can't trust
Shit young nigga post up in the club want to go strut your funky stuff
But I do love the ladys cause they stay looking pretty
While they shaking breaking it and taking it
Ahhh yeah here we go
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Yeah 1991 DJ Juicy J
Strikes again
All never turn my back on my city
Since the neighborhoods
Yeah the neighborhoods
Here we go
Here we go
North Memphis
South Memphis
West Wood
Orange Mound
Clabirant homes
Dixie homes
McNeil County
Speedy Henry
Watkins and Brown
German Town
Mid Town
Foot homes
Big Hampt
Collage Park
Hyde Park
Evergreen
Smoky City
Ridge Grove
Ridge Chris
Major Hights
South Paw
Third Ward
Corner Village
Black Haven
New Chicago
Springdale
Hollywood
Frasier
Yeah in the house
In the house
Yeah we gonna call out a few schools
All the high schools
North Side
South Side
East High
Melrose
Cillchris
Hamilton
Sherwood
White Haven
Ferley
Cypress
Hughs
Citicorp
Haverview
Only haven
Yeah
So get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
1991 Notorious DJ Juicy J
And we out
Who da fuck you playin' wit
Nigga get hard boy or get smacked like a bitch
Bitch get hard hoe or get whooped like a nigga
Oh shit, they done fucked up unleashed the beast
My lyrics flowin' with danger and without love for the streets
I have to pay attention to everything that I say
Because these punk ass fagots and bitches take the shit the wrong way
So, I'm gonna lay my cards out face up so you can see 'em
Leave your bottom dollar on you 'cause that's all that you'll be needin'
Grip your glock, call your shots, grip your nuts and call the cops
When it's anna I don't see that there is any reason to stop
You see, I just got the pistol gripped AR-15
And it's still shootin' fuckin' two-two three's
From 200 yards I still got my enemies
Hit your pine out but make a bitch nigga bleed
My Marty Griffin shootin' five football fields
.50 cal some, don't wanna feel
(Bleep)
With my Baretta CX-4
Rang your doorbell, pop your ass through the door
Who da fuck you playin' wit?
Nigga get hard boy or get smacked like a bitch
Bitch get hard hoe or get whooped like a nigga
I done told you cowards, I ain't goin' for this shit
That you talk on your mix tapes, he say, she say bullshit
Radio play niggas all on the air
Talkin' about hypnotize ain't treat him fair
Check your contract and tell 'em where your funds at
Ballin' out in ATL smokin' weed and sippin' on dat cognac
Ain't no bitch, bitch, I'ma have to tell you
Ain't no rap, ain't no nigga in a gang or a crew
Goin' stop this playa from gettin' my cheese
If I'm sellin' coke, ki's or chronic kinds of weed
What'cha know about standin' in a courthouse
'Bout to get judged by 12 white folks lights sent us out
What'cha know about niggas in the hood ain't changed
If you turn your back your main nigga put a bullet to your brain
What'cha know about dissin' on the CD, that's old
'Cause I told you bitches, I goin' no more
Who da fuck you playin' wit?
Nigga get hard boy or get smacked like a bitch
Bitch get hard hoe or get whooped like a nigga
If a bitch talk shit, she can suck a nigga dick
If a nigga wanna fight, he can bring the fuckin' shit
Nigga know who I'm with, triple-mothafuckin'-6
You can think that I'm playin' but I ain't playin' bitch
I can give it to you slow, I can give to you quick
If you bitches want some more, then come and get it bitch
Got a whole bunch of bullets and I promise, I'll spit 'em
Nigga know CB from the, "One hitta quitta"
Know some real, know some fake
Got some love, got some hate
Know some with it, know some cowards
Some smoke weed, smoke snort powder
Some ride Chevy's, some ride 'Lacs
Some sell pill, some some crack
Some them thieves, some them killas
Bay Area attack
Ain't no biz if you want to kill then make your fuckin' move
Damages when I get ya nigga doin' what I do
Get my point across when I'm masked up and ride out
[Chorus x4]
When I say weak, you say itch
Weak, itch, Weak itch
[Juicy "J"]
How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill
Haters talkin' lots of ish
But they scared of the steel
If you want me come and get me
Cause I'm real with this here
I ain't scared of none of you bros
I ain't never shead a tear
In yo hood bumpin' ridin' with a twelve case no fear
Ain't no nigga make no moves
Get you scared, shook your fear
Y2K hit the clock
So you know the ending's near
One call to them killas and you just might disappear
[DJ Paul]
Now nigga all in my face hollin' real but real soft
I'm holdin' up this knot
Bout to knock your block off
You a weak snitch
And your CD cover show
With your fake face
I been knowin' ya so I know a sissy bro
Yeah know this a triple six city
All that MTV and BET got you feelin' gritty
Just to think, you used to be my dog
Used to be my nigga, now you fake
But I stomp on you sticks in the grass
You little snake snitch
[Chorus x4]
[Lord Infamous]
Uh, In the mood a crowd
Make the speakers pound
If you niggas wild
Knock these snitches out
Rumblin' the ground
Tramplin' niggas down
From the dirty south
Where the niggas like it loud
Wish ya hypnotized
Instagater ?
Fire in my eyes sosate lucky Frank White
Ready for the gunfight
If you wanna get high
Ain't no sympathize
Make you sleep till it's judgment night
[La Chat]
Talk is cheap
I hear you talking but you ain't bout your bizz
La Chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a fish
My plastic gat we gone be rumblin' dis
Then they gon' hit'cha smit'cha get'cha so don't mess with this ish
I know you feelin' when I'm speakin' and I'm speakin' to you
Well it's true, who got the proof
What you gon' do
I keep my mug cuz I'm a thug
I left the twink on my grill
You got some manner
Need to show it
And you claim that your real
In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers
formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds - they're asking if you have any
leads or any information about where these rappers may be
Please contact 528-CASH
Yo mami an yo pops man they 'bout to find yo body
The snitcher and the cops man they 'bout to find yo body
The ambulance and morgue man they 'bout to find yo body
Lay out on the floor man they 'bout to find yo body
One, two, here I come foo
Three, four, kickin' in the door
Five, six, rob a nigga quick
Seven, eight, get away straight
Throughts cut guns shot, wounds broke bones
Plagues diseases warclones and ozones
Playa depleting, go a heating, west now
Everynight on the news under the murder trails
He grew up as a rowdy motha fucka, he didn't give a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a doh to kick
Grown watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there your nigga down to make some fizz
From the uterus to the funerals
I'ma keep my crown
Bitch I ain't from England
But my money still come in pounds
Lost a couple of members for the better
Still we hold it down, meet up on the
I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit
They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it
But yall ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic glocks
And please don't try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us
Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us
I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis)
H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less
Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team
Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you
That ain't what they really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement
Nigga
Why yall Test My Gangsta
These bitches Test My Gangsta
Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now
Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best
Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun
Blow out ya lungs
Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
When you see me coming, better run for fucking cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44, Tre-8
This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the ground bro', with your fuckin' shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a nigga out his clothes
Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and test the waters
You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed
Why you niggaz wanna test my gangsta?
Don't make a nigga run up and shank ya
Or put some cement in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you shoot yourself and then I'm thankin' ya
Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya cuz
Get nothing from me, but gangsta love
No testin' me my nigga, have you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya bitch ass up
(Yeah Hoe!)
You niggaz be trying to test, I ain't no slouch
I squeeze my fuckin' fist, my nig', I break the law
I call out a hit my nig', I make the fall
The handle with the bloody trig', is all they saw
'Fo yo ugly face was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at your frown, with hollow rounds
I bet ya wanna run and shit, it's too late now
You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Say hello to Three 6 Mafia
Cuz this nigga through the mask we be watchin ya.
Now we biggy biggy bang a rookie
Chip you like a cookie before you know it u be sayin' ??
You got miss lady gangsta boo comin to you with a whole ?? thats gonna
?? i ran. get buck wild in this motherfucka let me see ya mista.
will blast if we mother fucking have to
tie ur body up with the strings from your tennis shoes
juicy j in tha house puffing on a light cool
those who wanna step to the tech its a murda fool
who i be? crunchy black. u know who i am when i come up from the back
kicking doors making hoes laying down cuz i gotta have my motherfuckin
profit black
the wicked lord infamous the scarecrow demons be dancing around my throne but i
dont know why everytime i see your face when i spread light
yall bring it on
who dat be between them trees trying to take a peek at me from steps
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your dome hoe
Nine to your dome hoe
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
The motherfuckin south is in the house foe the nine fo
Memphis niggaz, nigga and we killas who gon run the floor
One of you hoes step
One of you hoes gonna die bitch
Aint no thang
Civil and plain bang
In your eye bitch
Tricky type ass niggaz
Always wanna flex they nuts
But they gonna get fucked
With this nine
Stuck up they butt
Unload this whole damn clip up in your ass hoe
Naw, its to late to squash the shit
I'm gonna blast hoe
Fuck the five O
And the motherfuckin jumpin grass
Searching a real nigga in his draws
Like they ass a fag
Get yo god damn hands of a real one
Just before I make you feel the bullets from my steal some
Big ass cop think I'm playin
But I'm from tha hood
North Memphis hoe
Yeah rank it bitch Hollywood
Ready and prepared
That's the exit que to
With my tone
Whatcha gonna do
When my nine crones at your dome
Bitches
Nine motherfuckin millimeter
Aint no tradin hoe
This some real shit
Street shit
Lettin sucker know
If yo ass step
Go head make me pull the triger
Fuckin with me dawg
You gonna make me catch a charge nigga
Figga out a way
With these holla points (?) tips
Slip, trip, cock back, quick
Then I shoot a bitch
Aint no damn fuckin around
13 rounds at your head
Aim point blank
At your face
Makin sure your dead
Headed to my motherfuckn ride
Dichin evidence
Mask on, lotces on
Headed to my residence
Consequences
They accur when you talkin smack
Thinkin you the big man
But you betta watch your back
Rat tat tat tat
With the sound of the tech nine
Take this trick bitch ass nigga tryin to take mine
(Oh naw man I aint gonna take yours)
(Aint nothing like that dog you know what I'm sayin)
The dick the dick that's in your mouth
long and hard (let me take my dick out insert it in a mouth)
The dick the dick that's in your mouth
long and hard (let me take my dick out insert it in a mouth)
The dick the dick that's in your mouth
long and hard (let me take my dick out insert it in a mouth)
The dick the dick that's in your mouth
long and hard (let me take my dick out insert it in a mouth)
The dick the dick that's in your mouth
long and hard (insert it in a mouth)
The dick the dick that's in your mouth
long and hard (insert it in a mouth)
The dick the dick that's in your mouth
long and hard (insert it in a mouth)
The dick the dick that's in your mouth
long and hard (insert it in a mouth)
Scarecrow loves you bitches with them pink lips
Wrap your mouth around and hoe please don't trip
You told me bitch that you can make your tounge dance
We'll bitch let that muthafucka dance down my pants
Ohh hoe I know you wanna choose me
Let's make this a porno movie
I told you on the last song bitch what's up
You don't remember it was lick my nuts lick my nuts
It feels so good when you lick all around it
You wanna know what makes me happy
Bitch you found it
You think that Lord Infamous is gonna dis you
You're a dick suckin bitch I wanna kiss you
And if you talkin bout some muthafuckin downtown
I will beat yo ass all the way to downtown
So open your mouth darlin go ahead and do the job
I want my dick in your mouth long and hard
The killa man loves you bitches who love to suck dick
I tell you what I'm a lay back and let you take a lick
Open all wide and get ready to swollow the dick whole
And later maybe I'll take you take it out and let you lick the feet hoe
Me get a rush I feel like ? in my guts
Approaching the dick don't stop now the nuts are about to bust
All in your face how do it taste do you like the shit
Then maybe one day we can hook up and have a part 2 bitch
No we can't be together hoe
So don't even ask
You wanna be my trick then you gotta pass another task
It's a million more niggaz in the triple six
That means a million more dicks for your lips to grip
You think you up to it
Here we gonna do it
Let's meet at 6 o'clock
You gotta lots pants to rock
And with them triple six niggaz there is no holds barred
Gator Boots and the suits is the clothes
Like a pimp
Keep the money not folded in a roll
Like a pimp
When I see you bitch you better have my dough
Like a pimp
Reach Back
Like a pimp
Slap the Hoe
Now I ain't Don Juan with the magic wand wand
but I can break a bitch for the cheese and the funds
I don't have to use a gun or even make the hoe cum
if a nigga go to jail then a bitch make bond
while you shakin that ass in the shake john john
I be sittin in the back rollin big blunt blunts
let me know when you off to collect my money
If a nigga can't get it then a nigga will hunt
Cause playas like me don't see nothing funny
bitch better have my motherfucking money
black eyes and bruisin up a face I den done it
to let her know these bonified pimps who run it
She make a G a night but she told me 200
but that's what I get fuckin wit a snow bunny
I told her like this ask that nigga you be callin
police found a body that very next morning
Smoking on the dro Young R-uin
pimpin for my paper and I'm looking for the chewin'
bitch I got to do what the fuck I got to do
sippin' pop pills smoke good and bank spru'
stupid pussy niggaz acting all brand new
when they get some money that's what fool boys do
I ride in the side get high in the side
grip on the granny get plenty good miles
from them deep suckin' hoes with a mouth full of gold
she playin with her nose but she suck a mean hose
I can't even lie like a ghetto ass bitch
is down for her daddy aint scared to break a trick
a yellow ass, switchin' fast, suckin' while a pristic ass
in the six, breakin' bricks, ballin' in the fucking mix
Pimp C, bitch you can't act like you don't know
get down on your knees like a top notch hoe...hoe...hoe...hoe
I like to kiss that weak gal moving tongue with the head
Kind that have a young nigga sprung out in the bed
Kind that make a motherfucker toes curl to his legs
And that tell any motherfucker just what she did
Play-a, can you dig, as she'll stroke the esophagus
She can beat the stick or big ass hippopotamus
aint no fuss plus her mouth open and dicks in
Project Pat came to get the cat and I'm in the benz
see I'm a pimp playa, hoes, lay her money make a bitch break her
first take her find me a good worker like a navigator
drop the slut on a corner with nothing but baby wipes
keep that pussy clean and Imma see you later on tonight
first I went and got the hoe, then I started to work the hoe
off the whammi got a grammy just the way she brought me though
then she went and bought some more
all I want a block a yo
keep your boy dro, blood, and some drank waitin' at the door
Reach Back...
Like a pimp
Slap the hoe
Reach Back...
Like a pimp
Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch!
Let's start a motherfucking riot in this hoe!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, fucker, yeah
You got to be the weakest hoe in the world
You move all the way to Memphis from
(Atlanta)
'Cause you were scared like a little girl
Little sorry broke bitch ass nigga
You ran your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggaz
You landed in the "M" and saw your life was in ruins
By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing?
I thought you we really quick to kick some ass down here
Memphis, Tenn. I'll take the base out of it and say so clear
Then you move back to
(Atlanta) and got your shot up
While you were driving you living a life of hell
I guess you wanted to be so much like your favorite rapper
That you even try to die like your favorite rapper
At ninety pounds you're too small
Look all the trouble you found
You've done fuck around and find yourself under the ground
I wanted to get in that ass so I invite you to a show
But you's a ho because your ass didn't show you ain't buck bitch!
This right here won't stay quiet
It might strike up a riot
Everytime we bump this shit somebody up in here die
The dangerous Hypnotize is from the deadliest Minds
We are the rowdiest of hypnotists out here you will find
You better fuck with your kind
You do not want none of mine
We're the funkiest, bumpiest out on the grind
This is one your sitting in your junk get ya crunk
We're the specialist Triple six out on the funk
So hit the floor and give me about one hundred jawbreakers
We're causing pain up on this thang you can't shake us
I'm pistol-whipping, self-tripping furiously fast
Hit the gas, the cash I'll give them a blast
In the past, Three 6 have you beating 'em bad
Just like the old shit you holding niggaz up in a mask
Hit the parking lot, pop the boys
Straight Homicide
It be these killers man, these killers man 'bout to
First, I've had you niggaz get buck, get wild
Then I want you niggaz to move the fucking crowd
Three 6 in this bitch knock a nigga down
My nigga on the right, get buck, get wild
My nigga on the left, smack a bitch in the mouth
My nigga on top turn it to the ground
For all you hoes walk around with a frown
We gonna play a game called "Beat a bitch down"
Bitch I know It's 'bout that cash when you selling your ass
You done spent your whole check walking around acting mad
Heard you be at ATL, Magic City It's sad
To cover up it's just a flauge like you ain't like the past
You say you down with the goodbook
I think you read a cookbook
I know you need some help you need to go see Dr. Hoodshook
And please quit claiming the low down dirty Three 6
I bet you won't
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (bitch)
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (hoe)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't
This ain't no game, we bring the pain
So don't you niggas trip
Fallin the club with all them thugs
And five extra clips
Deep alsways deep is how we come cause we ain't no joke
So when you hoes talk all this shit
We gonna cut ya throat
And let you chuck right out the door, the three 6 mafia game
Not always pullin a fucking gun
We out so throw them thangs
Don't hit that white
And wanna fight act like you crazy man
We know you niggas just some hoes
You let our nuts hang
[Lord Infamous]
I wanna grab your mind up
Want to get you hypnotized cause you this scarecrow
Keep a mystic type of blitz in every rhyme
You may not capture the essence
Cause beyond my time, my flex
It's a futuristic and artistic mega bless complex
I rack up many shots cuase on my run colegri pop
I make sure they get so wild, they bustin caps right on the spot
All around the planet rock, the ghetto blocks don't stop
My nigga gotta take a deep breathe
A keep blowin till they drop
[chorus x2]
[??]
We ain't going to stop until some damn fools die up in the audience
Word up, push them to the floor
Put your foot in his guts so sample watch them fools get trampled
Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so security can't handle
The crowd, the gotta ru rush before a few gonna get crushed
Crush crush, we got it buck buck (the three 6)
And when the shows over i want to see (??) nothing but bodies
On the floor and they got no three 6 (surprise)
[??]
I heard the streets that a nigga has said, something about that nigga
I think his name was cruchy blac
But i walk up to his house, i knocked upon his door
When he came to the door, i hit him in the mouth
And i knocked him on the floor
Then i hit him and hit him somemore
Then i told that fucking boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the motherfucking prophet boys
Cause the prophet boys be hypnotizing all of ya'll
Ganna tear around your throat and drag you like you want
[chorus x2]
[gangsta boo]
Why to styling at my face
Why you talks behind my back
Hitting you hitting you down when i (??) to attack
Never can't be fade
Cause this lady roll with right click
Now i'm talking shit
Call me misses mobb bitch
Smoking automos all you hoes boutin' my damn self
Never hanging with you skanks
Cause i'm bad for your health
Playa haters out you stars pullin' cars bout' yourself
We be stanking like some fart under sheets, hold your breathe
[??]
(??)
See i call up then niggas operator tellin me they
Was stressed with you up on that house that i'm hell
Looking out there
See you telling always tell who freezy's always shells
(??)
How she really cares bout' her hair
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps
5 a-m in the mornin'
Nigga heard them tones pumpin' like a thousand-five cannons
Nigga gettin' it on
Peep out the window, i was solo flashin'in the streets
Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty sheets
Right they ass chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put em' straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my fuckin' window
Make you think your through
Like it's the forth of july
With them niggas spook
I wish the folks would hurry up
I cock my gun back with my thumb
Nigga rowdy rowdy like it's north memphis, vietnam
As i gotta check to take a look and then fired back
I realized i was out numbered
In a deadly trap
Three 6 mafia, prophet posse, killa kaze
With the shotties
Leave your chest cavity
Stoppin' at the autopsy
I slaughter
And i can't help but notice all your pain
When the monsters got that clappin', clappin', clappin'
On them thangs man
We hear the gunshots
Nigga bang diggy dank
Got a shank full of thangs
And it is kind of insane
I scarecrow with mystical styles
Niggas are getting buck wild
Look at my dirty fouls
Bodies are stacked up by pounds
You wanna fuck with me player
First you must say a lil' prayer
Ask the nigga over there
Yeah, that be my preacher there
Niggas are all actin' (??)
Grow up actin' now fight
Infamous buckin' all night
Burnin' em' after a light
Slip, slide come and take a ride
To my fuckin' stash pile
Nigga you can't hide
It's a mug crunchy got a tug
Stuff a nigga in my trunk
Told ya'll niggas what
Crunchy ain't no fuckin' whore
Get down on that floor
Bitch i want more (more)
Bitch now give me more
Give me chocolate chunk bitch, i bitch i kill you more
They pay, that pay that five
Now bitch i want some more
All i wanna feel
Is some motherfuckin' rain
Let it rain motherfucker, let it rain (gon' let it rain)
See you inside by the game that i spit
Never ever in your life
Can you ever get with this
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
Where the keys to room 2-10
I got thugs with price tage bout' to get in
We heard it's goin' down, tricks about 2 mil
Feel, the fuckin' prophet posse get ya killed
Nigga, we got 40 cals' to your face
Na'ad mean
Three 6 leave no fuckin' trace
It takes more gunshots for these boys to save ya
Me and crunchy chunk ya' over like white with a razor
Several automatics in a blazer
Before we bump you off
Really g double... on another...
Really g double... on another...
Really g double... on another...
Really g double... on another...
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
... in the air, what they talk about, piece of... nigger
I'm a... surf sipper... grab the serpent then...
... I'm a fucking millionaire
But right now I need to calm it down
... like a gray gray hound
I feel like... going down
Take me a burger set, crushing all down
Hit it up, hit it up, hit it up, hit it up
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
... see I'm blinging like a motherfucker
... nigger bite me,... big gucci hard as I ever been
Real g ever seen,...
Least I'm never... 3 cost, 1...
When you come from work home,... big jump
... even got the... I'm balling like a...
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
... number one still proper, number one...
Niggers all about the dollar... got burger say you better holler
... nigger I'm an addict,... nigger I'm an addict
... I will do anything, if I pop 20 bean
20 bag 20 rack nigger I be wanting that
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
They call me the candy man, candy man, candy man, let's get them
Let's get them, let's get them, let's get them, let's get them
Let's get them, let's get them, let's get them, let's get them
Let's get them, let's get them, let's get them, let's get them
Let's get them, let's get them, let's get them, let's get them
[dj paul]
Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka
Prophet motherfuckin' posse hoe
Three 6 mafia, m-child
A whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this shit
You wanna fuck a hoe
Then wait until you're back
When the war's gone bitch
You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas
Thinkin' that i'm for the 9-7
Once again, it's on
Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch
Woow, woow, woow woow woow woo
[dj paul]
Now when IT comes to the hood
I be like black HAVEN zone
Now when it comes to parts of the body
I got more THAN AUTO ZONE
In the middle of fashion i got to keep it like rockin'
And people callin' it green
THIS COCAINE GOT MY JAW LOCKED
Again it's up to him
I need to let some shots off
and dj paul with teflon also take that bulletproof off
But when they jump, i pump
To put some murderin' punks
And then i dump all his bodyparts into my trunk
Scarecrow
Play
I'ma terror from the end
I'll watch that body explode
If they retaliate i blast
I think about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though
Don't you know
I want to get rid of those faked up hoes
It's the city of memphis
Watch me witness how this nigga unload
Rage make me regularly, force me blood
I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge
I'm nuts
You got no crips
You got no heart
You niggas from the start
I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts
[gangsta boo]
Wussup mista trick
Do you wanna get with this
Pimp type ass bitch down with the triple 6
My lexus trunk or viper
Prophet posse nothin' nicer
In this fuckin' body parts TIL WE ADD MORE SPICE
CUZ WE COME TO GET IT CRUNK
SEVERAL BODIES IN MY TRUNK
NEVER DENYIN', ALWAYS HIGH, AND
Fuck you playa hatin punks
ALWAYS STAYIN' on the top
Look at the billboard charts
Prophet posse takin' over
Nigga now we got you HOT
[m-child]
I don't know you,
Why the fuck you all in my grill,
I'm stayin, buck on you
Niggaz say you so so treal,
You ain't no killa,
My lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep,
Sleepin' with the lights on,
Hoe you CAUTIOUS of me,
me and about 80 mo' muthafuckaz who comin',
4 and 5 vans deep, while ya bitch ass runnin',
We be the prophet devilish and meanin' click so tight,
M-child orange mound,
Smokin' out evey night...bitch!!!!
[juicy j]
I met this fool last week
Who said he slangin' NUN' BUT keys
Also had a HOOK UP ON SOME TONE
And some LIGHT green ink
What you think
I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree
So i drove a low key car
Tryin' to fool the streets
Curve after curve
I return tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour i be chOppin' up my bag of herbs
PURE herb ak's all kinds a guns
Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run
[scanman]
please don't test these murderers
Slugs i will pump at your gut
Scan from the killa klan kaze
I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride then play a game
What's the game
The game of names
Now which, which one would you choose
Which ever you choose you lose, you lose
[droopy drew dog]
First time on the MIC, SO IMMA COME REAL TREAL
To see them hatas talk shit but they don't know the deal
Dope sella
BHZ's WHERE i dwella
They looked into the barrel of my JET black barretta
Ratta tatta is all you heard
To see you niggas comin' up
In the (??)
But watch the game
Cause you don't got no friends
Droopy drew dog self made to the end
[crunchy blac]
Check this here
Niggas will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel
They don't feel
What i feel, then i fill
Them UP WITH
Bullet lead two to the head
Then i lay them in graves
That i dig
Just for them
Yes it is
[project pat]
Slammin' bones, throwin' LICKS
Puttin' bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck
Down we prophet click
Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas
Mossberg slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, SAID it don't you see me
Project pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We ridin' drinkin' dankin' bodies stankin' i can smell them well
And if the police pull us over
I'm the first to bail
[indo g]
Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead
While i drop this track
I flack (??) i'm straight from very bone
To the motherfucka filin' out
I'm the first
See triple 6, it's`on
Bitch every mud up in a source bone
I don't wanna kill a motha, betta get a motherfucker for talkin' that
Shit
Huh, i don't wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker for
Crossin' my click bitch
Boogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brains
On the motherfuckin' wood grain nigga
Pullin' the trigga like uhh die nigga uhh die nigga
[k roc]
Motherfucker
K roc i dump but what i see in my trunk
See me after killa klan
Seein' that k roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green
Prophet posse my niggas
Gimme that forty glock
In my (??) pullin' that trigga
I see traitors lookin' at playa hatas
Fakin' while we blast our gat
I don't know where you're at
But hata i better witness a (??)
If a nigga don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch
Hahaha
1998
Three 6 mafia
Hooked up with the motherfuckin' dayton family
Are ya'll ready for us
Bring the pain
Bitch ya'll ain't ready for us
Miphia style
Flip time
Rollin' like dees
Smoke the trees bitch
We mafia, is it too much (we mafia mafia mafia ya)
Are you ready for us (we mafai mafia mafia ya)
Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000
Mixtures of sin and gin on sight
Cut the wings off an angel
On both sides
I'm suin'
Huntin'
All them suckas
State your last name first
Meyers, michael
Lord is killin'
Three 6 killin'
What else will i say
Even children
Probably don't give a fuck if you are naughty or nice
At night
Sacrifice
Good bye, lights out
Can you feel me
Can you hear me
Did you pick the scene
A lot of fools done fucked around town
Showed up in your dreams
Standin' in a hideaway
Inferred, them guns spray
Gotcha shakin'
Gotcha nervous
Knowin' not how to get away
Lookin' out the window pane
Cause all your gonna feel is pain
In your yard i see a tree
I also see your body hang
See the phone
Pick it up
The wire that is only cut
I meant to pray
Your still gonna die
Too late bitch
Your time is up
What the fuck you wanna do
Be a victim of my homicide
If you try to jack
I'll leave you dead head in the g ride
And creep up out my vehicle
And continue my jack move
Still gat under the dirt
Now put it up in your hand
Now ain't that smooth
Motherfucker
Snooze motherfucker
Move motherfucker
Loose motherfucker
Put your face down to the floor
And don't you take a look up
I heard about what you cook up
See bitch this is a stick up
I'm takin' you off your tippy toes
Take your cheese
And fuck your hoes
Givin' you crack sacks, macks back in your cadillacs
Drop glock in my draws
Extra clip up under my balls
My dick's like a 44
Fuckin' up your pussy wall
You ran your lip about your grip
And i'm takin' in on the stash box
Your pockets are swoll hoe
And i'm lookin' for a jackpot
I wear a mask on my face
So i won't catch a case
Keepin' it low key
Don't nobody know me
I'm just like a snake
When i creep through your window
So motherfuck the cops
Cold hard on me kin though
So motherfuck the 5-0
It's all about survival
I leave them like d-o-a
Bitch that's dead on arrival
Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000
Give'em two
To the head
Three to the neck
And the other fuckin' tip
Too his motherfuckin' chest
Gotta buck him down
Gotta buck him down town
Talkin' bout' these clowns
Talkin' shit up in my fuckin' town
Since he ain't dead yet
Check his head
Check his chest
Playa should have guessed
He was strapped with a fuckin' vest
Hoe you should have known
You was fuckin' with the triple 6
We bust
I knew you wasn't ready for us
Am i too much
To avoid, can't you fuck with us
In the lexus truck with juicy j
Getting fucked up
Tearin' the club up
What be bumpin' on the radio
Mafia is what i'm screamin'
Till the day i die hoe
More game for the lame
Educate them bitches man
Stay in focus
Hocus pocus
Tryin' my best to maintain
High as the sky
Is why it's my business bitch
Open up your own fuckin' account
And get up out my shit
Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000
6 bitch
So don't you fuck with this click
Cause if you fuck with this click
You'll get a little of this (gun shots)
You must don't know who you fuckin' with bitch
Cause we leavin' bodies in body bags
Drop em' off in a ditch
Know i mean kid
Know i mean kid, huh
See we come from
A natural bomb
A natural gun
A natural gimme some
Don't make me make your body numb trick
And have you hollerin' out mafia mafia mafia mafia
Stick em' dead
Kill em' dead
Rush them tricks on down to the flo'
With north memphis convicts
Bithces call me koopsta hoe
Fuck me once never twice
Wrapped up on that game of dice
How can i lie
When at nine hundred times
You said you was a man of the house
I don't really done it
Koop you hung around that nigga man
Try so hard to be a soldier bitch
But come out to be dealt with trick
I'm sick in the head
Better call fred
Dirty red
Yeah, yeah you gon' look
Too late fuckin' fool
(BIG PATS WORKER)
Shit was goin down cool until some motherfuckers in masks start jumpin out and
shit
(BIG PAT)
how many was it ..how many was it
( BIG PATS WORKER)
man i dont know three maybe four motherfuckas
( BIG PAT)
you need to start gettin more specific motherfucka
( BIG PATS WORKER)
man there was three one of them was a bitch
(BIG PAT)
how the hell you know it was a bitch
(BIG PATS WORKER)
man she talked man i heard the bitch voice
(Chorus)x5
Watch out Watch out Bitch
There Go Dem Head Bussaz
Nigga Watch out Watch out Bitch
There Go Dem Head Bussaz
(Juicy J)
Any rapper, disc jockey that don't like juicy jo
Get yo ass smacked shot the fuck in the studio
Take a broomstick and break in half in your booty hole
Consequences when you fuck wit me you don't even know
All you chickens want to be my life you can be my ho
You can shake it at the stripplace
Swangin round a pole
I can never ever trust a bitch alls they want is dough
Millionare with the platinum tears
Ridin up in a rolls
[Don P]
Ay, yea
Trillville
Yeah Lil Wyte nigga
Hypnotize
Y'all better get that shit right nigga
We don't give a fuck tonight nigga
Ay, y'all niggaz don't know who the fuck I is, do you?
Yeah we gonna find out, Ay Now
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul]
Who you fuckin wit bitch (*4X*)
[Don P]
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
[DJ Paul]
Watch me stomp his ass out
Watch me jump his ass out
Watch me knock his ass out
Show that nigga what we bout
[Don P]
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
[Dirty Mouth]
I could care less about a motherfucker talkin shit
I can't keep playing games with you boy or your pussy click
Nigga, we too deep in this bitch for you fucking hoes
Niggaz gettin buck, ready to knuck, and they throwin bows
But I'ma act up cause I don't give a fuck about your shit
I'ma act a clown on a nigga for acting hard when he
Not, I'm too hot when it come to this, nigga throw your hood up
Throw your sets off in his face and put your fucking good up
[DJ Paul]
Now step the fuck back nigga 'fore I hurt cha
Y'all niggaz comedy, funny to me like Geico commercials
I'm a G nigga, don't let this rap shit trick ya
Cause I'll introduce your mouth to this motherfuckin pistol
Trillville and Three 6, Juniors and Seniors of Crunk
Don't find your ass mad beside mine, get boxed in a trunk
Please don't give me a reason to give your mama a reason
To shed tears, You better know who I is
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul]
Who you fuckin wit bitch (*4X*)
[Don P]
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
[DJ Paul]
Watch me stomp his ass out
Watch me jump his ass out
Watch me knock his ass out
Show that nigga what we bout
[Don P]
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
[Don P]
Bitch excuse me for being a lil bit under the anger
But you bitches, side picture, got you haters live in danger
Make a stranger punch you haters, like the KKK with cha
See you bitch, I'ma banger, Nobody in the ?? roll deep
Like Tennesee, like in school or church
Talk shit, I'm straight swingin, with ??
Don P AKA Don Pimp, Don Pimpin, never slippin
If its mine or your trick, I'm rippin
[Juicy J]
It's the return of that memphis boys that been pimpin
Tearin up them clubs with that syrup syrup sippin
Club full of drugs on the curb just kickin
Juicy J a jiggalo with 85 women
Ridin in a truck young bloods drinkin remi
Underneath the hood, yes my nigga its a hemi
Snatch ya off for change, take your chain, playa gimme
Three 6 Mafia, Trillville getting wild in this bizzitch
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul]
Who you fuckin wit bitch (*4X*)
[Don P]
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
[DJ Paul]
Watch me stomp his ass out
Watch me jump his ass out
Watch me knock his ass out
Show that nigga what we bout
[Don P]
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
[Lil' LA]
We hit the club, deep as fuck, hate them boys, lets make 'em jump
And the crowd, they actin up, ready to smack somethin up
Lil' Atlanta reppin for the south, this is what we bout
Here to tear this bitch up, somebody in here got me hot
We gon stomp they ass out, drag 'em out the door
Better get, shut they ass up and treat 'em like a hoe
Beat 'em long, make 'em go upside ya head wit an elbow
Try to stop Trillville and Three 6, Hell no
[Lil' Wyte]
I know by now someone told you about the cracker in Memphis
Three 6 picked up two years ago, the shit was strictly big business
I went through plenty of G's, took some vacations and more
Got a lot more comin near plus man right now I'm up in New York
That mean that shit is gettin dropped, these boys is up on they clocks
Recording miracles everyday soon that everyone will rock
You shoulda seen this shit comin, your susposed to be some kind of wiz
Memphis, Tennesee and ATL, I'll tell y'all tricks who it is
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul]
Who you fuckin wit bitch (*4X*)
[Don P]
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
[DJ Paul]
Watch me stomp his ass out
Watch me jump his ass out
Watch me knock his ass out
Show that nigga what we bout
[Don P]
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
[DJ Paul]
Wooo
Hypnotize Minds
Three 6 Mafia
Frayser Boy
Lil Wyte
We about to take over this motherfucking club
Choices 2
In your face nigga
What you know about that
Mafia
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Who the fuck you playing with
Who the fuck you playing with
Who the fuck you playing with
Who the fuck you playing with
Nigga get hard boy and get smacked like a bitch
Bitch get hard hoe and get wooped like a nigga
Who the fuck you playing with
Who the fuck you playing with
Who the fuck you playing with
Who the fuck you playing with
Nigga get hard boy and get smacked like a bitch
Bitch get hard hoe and get wooped like a nigga
[Lil' Wyte]
Aw shit
They done fucked up and unleashed the beast
My lyrics flowing with danger and without love for the streets
I have to pay attention to everything that I say
Cause this punk ass bitches and faggots take this shit the wrong way
So I'ma lay my cards out face up so you can see them
Leave your bottom dollar on you cause all you will be needing
Grip you glock call your shots
Grip your nuts and call the cops
When it is ana I don't see that there is any reason to stop
[DJ Paul]
You see I just got the pistol grip AR-15
And it is still shooting them fucking 2-2-3's
From 200 yards I still got my enemies
Hit your pineapple make a bitch nigga bleed
My marty griffin shooting 5 football fields
50 cal some (pause) don't want to feel
With my berretta C-X-4
Rung your doorbell
Pop your ass through the door
Bitch
[Chorus]
[Juicy J]
I done told you cowards I ain't going for that shit
That you talk on your mix tape
He say she say bullshit
Radio play
Niggaz all on the air
Talking about Hypnotize ain't pay them ain't fair
Check your contract and tell them where your funds at
Balling out in ATL smoking weed
And sipping on that cognac
Ain't no bitch bitch I'ma have to tell you
Ain't no rapper no nigga in a gang or a group
Gonna stop this playa from getting my cheese
If I'm selling coke keys or chronic pounds of weed
What you know about standing in a courthouse
About to get judged by twelve white folks life sentence
What you know about niggaz in the hood ain't change
If you turn your back your main nigga put it to your brain
What you know about dissing on a cd that's old
Cause I told you bitches I ain't going no more
[Chorus]
[Crunchy Black]
If a bitch talk shit
She can suck a nigga dick
If a nigga wanna fight
He can bring the fucking shit
Nigga know who I'm with
Triple motherfucking six
You can think that I am playing but I ain't playing bitch
I can give it to you slow
I can give it to you quick
If you bitches want some more
Then come and get and get it bitch
Got a whole bunch of bullets
And I promise I will spit them
Niggaz know C-B from the one-hitter quitter
[Frayser Boy]
Know some real
Know some fake
Got some love
Got some hate
Know some with it
Know some cowards
Some smoke weed
Some snort powder
Some ride Chevys
Some ride Lacs
Some sell pills
Some sell crack
Some they thieves
Some they killers
Bay Area attack
Have no biz if you wanna killer make your fucking move
Dammit jeers when I get you nigga doing what I do
Get my point across when I mask up and ride out
Pack your bags smash the gas best bet to hide out
Bitch
[Chorus]
Do ya niggas want a war wit us
Do ya niggas want to get your head bust
I see them yorks in the sky raise em high raise em high
I see them tones in the sky raise em high raise em high
Yeah every time I flip the script
Niggas always talkin shit
Mad beacuase the cards I flip
Maybe he be struckin wit
I think he used to slang them rocks
Set up shop on this here block
Orange Bloosm apartment three
Niggas ain't even know me
Young and buck just full of beer
Drinking out my nigga Clair
Death is like we naver fear
Even if we know it's near
Stealing cars and rollin dice
Trying to dodge the Memphis vice
I'm telling all you young niggas
In this game there ain't no life
Mom told mo to stay in school
All I did was break the rules
Pop was preaching the word of God
I was busy actin' a fool
Mad with a fuckin mug
Loadin' up my 38 slug
Head spinnin' from the killing
And head full with nothin' but drugs
Do ya'll niggas want a war wit us
Do ya'll niggas want a war wit us
In gats we trust
In heads we bust
See nigaas like us
Uh uh we can't be trust
We come to your crib
I mean we come to your house
We knock on your door
We put the gun in your mouth
We throw our sets
No disrespect
All we want is money nigga
Can you niggas get met
No game I play
Wit none of you hoes
Like the one in the chamber
Puttin bodies in holes
Now when they finally gonna learn about the Hav it's on
When these hip crisp niggas kick a hole in your door
Now bitch it's on cuz you fuvkin' with niggas that's strong
You damn near gone cuz I'm buckin' you bitches with tones
Never alone hoe I run with Triple Sizzix
No full clips hoe I'n leavein' them off in your chest
Can't waste no time cuz cuz I'm droppin' them dimes
That's why the Hypnatize is all about droppin' them nines
Up in your face you bitches are fake
I got some boys they ain't gay
But they knowin' to rape
A little cock sucka like you
Cuz I despite you
If you can't beat em'
You join the right crew
HCP nigga HCP nigga
HCP Hypnatize Camp Posse nigga
Back up shit
You fuckin' wit some natural killas
Don't want to go to war wit us
We got a sniper to get ya
Hypnatize you ain't heard
We down for whatever
We buckin' bitches
Fuck you hoes
Cuz you ain't on our level
La Chat I clicked up with the right camp
ready to ride
You fuck wit one
You fuck wit all
We ain't scared to die
And we ain't scared to kill a nigga
On the pain we deliver
We chop you up
Don't give a fuck
And throw your ass in the river
I know you bitches know it on
When you fuck wit the click
I know you bitches know you gone
Whe you violate this shit
I'm tired of talking motherfucka
Time to show an example
It ain't no playin' wit ya hoe
Cuz that anna we handle yeah
Walk Up To Yo House
Three Six Mafia
Da End
Submitted by: T-BONE
Yeah he's stayin at the third house right beside the one with the gate
Im unna walk up there an knock on the door (click, click, click)
Yeah Yeah Who is it
Nigga its the health department nigga we got yo tests back you positive hoe!!
(boom, boom, boom) (aaaaaah)
Chorus: Walk up to yo house, knock on yo door, an blow yo ass up!
repeat 8 times
late last night lie in tha bed eyes red thinkin should i get these hoes thinkin
should i cut they head
chorus
(La chat&Juicy; J)
i need a couch bag, bitch u got da game wrong, i need my hair done, hoe u got
da game wrong,i need my rent paid, bitch u got da game wrong,i need my nails
done, hoe u got da game wrong
verse1
(Juicy J)
Yeah she freaky freaky deeky did ya see her in a bikini
porno movies we got plenty and you know they smoke them beanies
for this chick you might be feanin for you virgins nuthin but dreamin
if she stuck up i'm like wut up i aint got nuthin but lent and pennies
tell yo boyfriend cut tha crappin heard he got that fire ass cappin
always wearin that shiny white gold tellin everybody it's platinum
don't you groupies hate on juicy actin like you never knew me
aint the one be droppin dollars i'm just out ta get tha chewin
now she fuckin one of my niggas pimp the hoe we comb tha trigga
watchin us on b.e.t and chillin wit our nigga tigga
why they dated i aint hatin got a call from sally payton
now i'm gamin on this hizzoe took her out real latey latey
pushin bently's ridin caddy's when she see me call me daddy heard she like ta
cheef on chronic roll it up and hit this cali you fuck my bitch i fuck yo
bitch thats the way it is in showbiz make for sho that freak you don't kiss
keep that spray for smelly fishes.
chorus
(la chat&juicy; j)
i need a couch bag, bitch u got da game wrong, i need my hair done, hoe u got
da game wrong,i need my rent paid, bitch u got da game wrong,i need my nails
done, hoe u got da game wrong,i need my car fixed, bitch u got da game wrong,my
baby need some shoes,hoe u got da game wrong,i wanna go out tonight,bitch u got
da game wrong, man he just my friend, hoe u got da game wrong.
verse2
(Dj Paul)
Bitch drop that purse like it's hot i'm pickin it up like it's not
stayin fresh in brand new clothes sponsered by brand new hoes keepin one on
every block she fuck up bust her head wit glock when i slam caddilac dooes 17
inch vogues on tha curb sippin syrup askin broad whats tha word wrong answer
mean as cancer when i'm on that fuckin burb runny nose and roastin hoes kickin
in them hotel dooes gotta keep that paper right up all night and high off white
big bizness bizness big when you talkin bout pimpin trick gotta keep a eye out
for them bitches tryin ta pimp ya dig in tha 2 thou man that shit done got so
popular push a pimp like me way back some backwards binoculars but real pimps
gon stay afloat like rubbr ducks in white folks tubs clouds creepin up above
smoke burnin from this bud
bitch feel it fo i deal it hoe how you gon hustle me i'm born and bred by
h.c.p i'll leave your blood off in these streets biatch.
chorus.....
its gonna be a deadly night
kinda silent
kinda violent as we stroll
theses niggas got ammo
but i found out thats the way it goes
the triple 6 mafia be like quick to ride on some tricks
while smokin on mega blunts
hoe we take care of our business
the Koopsta the Knicca the ciz ap peela is on the scene.
the diznevil's daughter gangsta boo be lookin so so mean
call up crunchy black
get tha gats
let then bustas know
fuckin wit triple 6 you young bitches
you gotta go
the cali the hunted
the tricks that want it I buck down
the killa man DJ Paul the g with the evil frown
these niggas be talkin shit about who and who they don't like
theses pimp hating bitches
gonna make a playa just take ure life
Scarecrow is the nigga da mystic nigga
that is so damn slick
a natural born killa with no remorse
oh a funky bitch
the Juice man be quick to buck wit them thangs
he be droppin ya
ya bustas cant stand a chance against the Triple 6 Mafia
(bang)
I say we close (pancho v)
C'mon you fuckin fag (dj paul)
I say we... (pancho v)
Wassup mayn? (juicy j)
Wassup mayn? (pancho v)
Wassup?
Wassup mayn? (dj paul)
Mayn this nigga got out couple of motherfuckin months (juicy j)
Nigga aint even holla at a nigga menn (juicy j)
C'mon menn, it aint even like dat i'm tryin to get shit straigh wit keisha and
da baby mayn (pancho v)
I see, the mugz 'n' flippin burgers like a motherfucker (dj paul)
Locked up 5 motherfuckin years (juciy j)
Got out wit domesticated and bullshit (juicy j)
Domesticated?!!! Nigga you cant even spell domesticated!!!! (pancho v)
Any wayz i've been locked up 4 years 11 months, 29 dayz, 11 hourz and 23
minutes (pancho v)
Mayn thats time me and my family cant even get back mayn (pancho v)
Cool mayn, whatever that shit is (juicy j)
Aye my nigga, with tha green hat. U need to shave my nigga. Ah my fault, I
mean with tha grey hat. Get yo muthafuckin shave man. Yo whats goin down?
Kings of Memhpis (yeah) Triple 6 Mafia Underground Volume 3 fo u jealous ass
bitchessss (sum mo hot shit!) its goin down, lemme get directly to tha point
here, (yesssir) Project Pat album underground album, in stores right now (rite
now nigga!) whats tha name of that junt? Mista don't playyyy. Nah, the
underground album... ah shit. I don't even kno tha name of it. What is it?
Murderers & Robbers! Murderers & Robbers, and tha new Project Pat album, uh,
uh, Mista Don't Playyyy gonna come out, tha Koopsta Knicca underground album,
Da Devil's Playground, in stores now. (ya'll kno wut time it is) When Tha
Smoke Clears, Sixty Six, Sixty One, with Sippin on Sizurp an all that shit (who
run it!) is in stores rite now... go get tha muthafucka! (yea) go get that
shit, and uh, kno wut I'm sayin, uh, look out for tha movie, Choices, and tha
soundtrack, that
shit gonna be, blazin! thats comin out, like uh, this year. right before
December or wuteva 2000. And tha La Chat album, Murder She Spoke (wooo man) be
comin out like either tha endin of this eyar or beginnin of nex year (that shit
gonna be like ahhh fuck) and its goin down, Triple 6 Mafia, the Kings of
Memphis (of the M-Town) tha real kind of Memphis (let u muthafuckas kno who run
it) and its goin down, kno wut I'm sayin? Holla at cha Niggaaaa... tell yo
baby mama to call me, foo! Hit me on tha two-way! Hahahaha, bitch, bitch!
that corn bread eatin ass ho! Hahaha
SLOB ON MY KNOB LIKE CORN ON THE COB
CHECK IN WITH ME AND DO YOUR JOB
LAY ON THE BED AND GIVE ME HEAD
DON'T HAVE TO ASK DON'T HAVE TO BEG
JUICY IS MY NAME
SEX IS MY GAME
LETS CALL THE BOYS
LETS RUN A TRAIN
SQUEEZE ON MY NUTS
LICK ON MY BUTT
THE NATURAL CURLY HAIR
PLEASE DON'T TOUCH
FIRST FIND A MATE
SECOND FIND A PLACE
THIRD FIND A BAG TO HIDE THE HOES FACE
REAL NAME GROVA' I SAID BEND OVER
I STARTED TO KNOCK THEN CAME THE ODOR
SMELT LIKE MUSH
SHOULDN'T OF HAD A WHOOSH
TOLD HER TO STOP AND TAKE A DOUCHE
WHEN SHE DID THAT I DIDN'T WANT THE CAT
SO I BACKED OUT AND NEVER CAME BACK
(SUCK A NIGGA DICK OR SOMETHIN)4 TIMES
MY NIGGA D-MAGIC SAID HE HAD TO HAVE IT
I SAID JUST FORGET IT
ITS TOO CRABBY
KNOW A LITTLE FREAK IN HOLLYWOOD
SUCKS ON DICK
DOES IT REAL GOOD
SHE'LL GIVE YOU MONEY
FILL UP YOUR TUMMY
HOUSE FULL OF KIDS
PARENTS ALL STRUGGLIN'
ONCE HAD HER DOWN
BACKYARD GROUND HIT IT FROM THE BACK
ENJOYED THE SOUND
LAY UNDERCOVER ALWAYS USE THE RUBBER
TILL I GOT CAUGHT FUCKIN' WITH HER MOTHER
SHE BLAMED IT ON ME WE FOUGHT IN THE STREET
SHE PULLED OUT A KNIFE SO I HAD TO FLEE
CALLED UP THE BOYZ WENT TO HER HOUSE TRASHED THE WHOLE PLACE
THREW THE BITCH OUT
POLICE BUSTED IN WHERE THE NIGGAS AT
WE LEFT JUST IN TIME AND NEVER CAME BACK
ROLLED THROUGH THE HOOD WAVIN AT THE FREAKS WHO SNIFFIN ON THE ROCKS AND SMOKIN
ON THE GEESE
MADE ANOTHER STOP POLICE STATION
SAW A FEW COPS DROVE BY AND SPRAYED THEM
LICENSE PLATE NUMBER A NIGGA SAID HE SAW IT
Focus ALL THE TIME NEVER GET CAUGHT
[DJ Paul]
Yeaaaaah!
For the first time it's goin down, history baby!
New Three 6 Mafia, featuring Eightball and MJG, Young Buck!
It's a Tennessee thing!
[Hook: Juicy J]
I gotta stay high, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh
Till I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie
I gotta stay high, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh
Till I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie
I gotta stay high, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh
Till I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie
I gotta stay high, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh
Till I die, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie, ie
[Juicy J]
Heyyyy
Call me the Juice and you know I'm a stunt
Ridin in the car with some bump in the trunk
Tone in my lap and you know it's a pump
Breakin down the good green, rollin the blunt
Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the mayne
Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chain
Ridin through the hood, got me grippin the grain
And I'm sippin the same, while I'm changin the lane
Eyes real tight cause I'm cho-ckin the green
Vision messed up cause I'm drinkin to lean
Messin with a D-Boy, ridin them big toys
Make your man-gal wanna get on my team
She gotta give it up before she get in my car
I ain't Denzel but I know I'm a star
Cause when I'm in the club, I be back in the fog
In the V.I.P. part and be buyin the bar
[DJ Paul]
DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust
You leave your green around me nigga your green gonna get lit up
You leave your drink around me believe your drink gonna get drunk up
You leave your girl around me if she bad she gonna get stuck
These niggaz is spies, we live them lives
And keep them knives tight, ridin round what they like
Make a couple numb, a couple will die
So purple, p-purple, p-purple and swallow it down with
the yurple, yurple, yurple
It's goin dowwwwwn
[Hook]
[Young Buck]
Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt
Let's get high nigga smoke a swunt
Paul pulled out the Phantom, niggaz can't stand it
But them hoes gonna come out
Just really wanna smoke my weed, fuck these hoes and stack my g'z
Stop at the light and pause on Three
Hit the mall and it be all on me but
Gotta keep one eye up on the po-po, close the window
when I roll the indo
Know they mad, cause I'm rollin Benzo
This that purple, not pretend though
Three 6 Mafia them my kinfolks, so when I'm in
Memphis, Tennekee
I just might not bring my own cause them niggaz there
let me smoke for free
[Crunchy Black]
What's up Mary? (how you doin?), Mary Jane (stalkin me)
Since I have met ya girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain)
You stole my heart (stole my heart), right from the start (right from the start)
So I broke you down, let momma put you in the garden (put you in the garden)
[Hook]
[Eightball]
Shrimp roll, full of that dro
Leave the club full of Rose' Mo
Your girlfriend wanna ride with me
In a car with a pimp where she supposed to be
You ain't met no dude spit it cold as me
The bag of kush cost 650, have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller
Coughin and chockin constantly
Taste like soup when you hit it, gotta have bread to get it
Smoke all night, sleep all day
That's to me the American way
Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit
Blow that shit out slow, then pass it to me bro
[MJG]
MJ finna sprinkle in some of that, super incredible
have a nigga runnin back
Where that nigga with the hood sticky number at?
Cuttin up a cigarillo like a lumber jack
In the mornin, when I need this and breath again a whole lotta weed but uh
I'm needin somebody to give me what I need
when I want nothin less then the best of the trees
DJ Paul and Juicy J, Eightball and MJG
And Young Buck we don't give a fuck we must represent this Tennessee
We drink a whole lot of Hennessy
Nigga got a lil hair on his chest
Do me like Bill Clinton girl, take it out ya mouth
we'll shoot it right down on your dress
[Juicy J]
I gotta stay high, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh
[Chorus: Juicy J]
We looking for them J-Lo booties big ol ass round and fat
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
When she take it to the floor I want to hit it from the back
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
We looking for them J-Lo booties big ol ass round and fat
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
When she take it to the floor I want to hit it from the back
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
(All you ladies pop your pussy like this) Yeah
(Move your body don't stop don't miss)
[Frayser Boy]
Mane she got me in the zone when I watch this broad pass by
Been becking at this bitch all night but this my last try
I am trying to see what's up
You know a nigga trying to fuck
If you are a girlie girl then I'll settle for a suck
You got a thug on the scene
In the club on some green
A nigga ain't Ginuwine
But trying to get up in them jeans
Frayser Boy that's the name
Fuck another I'm the mane
Get you drank after drank get you drunk I'm trying to bang
[Crunchy Black]
Where ya at whoa
Where ya at whoa
CB wanna hit you from the back whoa
And when I grab your girl don't holla let go
Cause I like a girl with a big back bro
I mean she stacked low
And when I jacked yo
I shoot that thang like I'm shooting off a Mac whoa
It ain't no game I play when it come to D
And if you get it from me then you getting dope D'd
[Chorus]
[Juicy J]
Juicy J is pimpy
Not always all friendly
I wanna get that chewin like from Monica Lewinsky
She can call me (papi) hanging low and (floppy)
When I get behind that ass she tell me (boy you got me)
I don't care for size four
I just want a size more
Big ol J-Lo booty what a wedding good she sized or
Bring it up (Bring it up)
Back it back (Back it back)
Make it wiggle (Make it wiggle)
Make it jiggle make it clap
[Lil' Wyte]
Let me squeeze it
Ain't no teasing
Go to get it
I done seen it
Soon as she drop it on the floor
It's over for this one this evening
I might leave it
Sticky drippin up out of the side of her secret
Victoria probably gone be pissed when ever she sees it
But once you got me going it's on
Ain't no reason for you be wanting to go home
You gotta give it to me nice and round that big J-Lo booty
I need it badly
I'll be happy
Drop it off she a cutie
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul]
(Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
I'm looking for them J-Lo booties
But I ain't Ben Affleck
And I ain't Diddy
And I ain't the dude who taught her to dance like that
I'm just a dirty dirty down south gold mouth nigga
Can't remember the last time I only saw six figures
I bang a bad big booty thang daily
I did more stars than that boy Carson Daily
And if you nice you ain't even gotta pay me
But if you ugly hit the bank and try to save me
[Lord Infamous]
I know this broad
She lick the Infamous so good she make me wanna cry
And if she wasn't such a dog I'd hit her doggy every night
They put the 'free' in freak
They put the 'ut' in slut
They put the 'amp' in tramp
And catch you when I take off the glove
She give brain insane
I call the dame a brainiac
Let me meet the family
All the women nymphomaniacs
She got the biggest brown round that you ever seen
Lord the maniac I make her hit the club and make that cheese
(chorus)
we lookin for dem j lo booties big ol' ass round and fat
(let me squeeze it)
(let me squeeze it)
when she take it to da floor i wanna hit it from da back
(let me squeeze it)
(let me squeeze it)
(chorus) x 2
[frayser boy]
man she got me in a zone
when i watch this broad past by
???? ???? at this bitch all night, but this my last try
i'm tryna see whats up, you know a nigga tryna fuck
if u want your girly girl then i settle for a suck
you got a thug on the scene, in the club on some green
a nigga ain't genuine but tryna get up in those jeans
frayser boy thats the name
fuck another im the mann
bangin drink after drink to get ya drunk
im tryna bang
[crunchy black]
where ya at, whoa
where ya at, whoa
CB wanna hit ya from the back, whoa
and when i grab your girl dont hollah 'let go'
cuz i like a girl with a big back bro
i mean she stacked low
and when i tackzo(????)
i shoot that thang like im shootin' off a mac, ho
it aint no game i play when it come to D
and if you get it from me, you gettin' dope D (dope D)
(chorus) x 2
[juicy j]
juicy j is pimpy
not always all friendly
i wanna get that chewin' like from monica lewinksy
she can call me (popppy)
hangin low and (floppy)
when i get behind her ass she tell me (boy, you got me)
i don't care for size 4
i just want a size more
big old j lo booty what a wedding good ???? ???? ?????
bring it up (bring it up)
back it back (back it back)
make it wiggle (make it wiggle)
make it jiggle, make it clap
[lil wyte]
let me squeeze it and don't tease it
gotta get it i done seen it
soon as she drop it to the floor
its over for this one this evening
i might leave it stick it drippin' up out the side of her secret
victoria probably gonna be pissed whenever she sees it
but once you got me goin' its on
ain't no reason for you to be wantin' to go home
ya got to give it to me nice and round that big j lo booty
i need it badly i'd be happy top it off she a cutie
(chorus) x 2
[dj paul]
(yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!)
i'm lookin for the j lo booty
but i ain't ben affleck
and i ain't did it
and i ain't the dude that taught her to dance like that
i'm just a dirty dirty down south gold mouth nigga
can't remember the last time i only saw six figures
i bang a bad big booty thang daily
i did more stars than that boy carson daily
and if you nice you ain't even gotta pay me
but if you ugly hit the bank, we'll draw the savings
[lord infamous]
i know this broad
she licked the infamous so good
she make me wanna cry
and if she wasn't such a dog
i'd hit a doggy every night
they put the free in free
the ut in slut
they put the ap in trap
and catch it when i take off the glove
she give brain and sayin i called her danah brainiac
let me meet the family all the women nymphomaniacs
she got the biggest brown round that ya ever seen
lordomaniac ill make her hit the club and make that cheese
{Hook: (8x)Lord Infamous}
I'm smoked out snorted out
drunken and I'm blown
{DJ Paul}
get the dope, chop it up
get the plate, I can't wait
fifth of henn, in my hand
ask for some, you too late
now I'm high, really high
man I'm about to shout
I see you over there talking
but what the fuck you talking about
oh I'm blazed, in a daze
purple haze and ash trays
Mac Mike you got the light
we green this ain't no fucking day
black Havana
craving the vapors of chronic
DJ P with no weed and know what
this shit is so fucking ironic
{Juicy J}
I got them blood shot red eyes
look into my eyes
did you see a big surprise
can't you tell a nigga high
I can fly, I can float
meet your boy up on the boat
watch me dive into the water
like Titanic when it broke
yo keep the weed coming
keep them drinks coming
niggas walking around
in that daze like they need something
cream bumming
lighters flicking
on the road their ain't no finish
send them back
stop in the kitchen
nigga this is just the beginning
{Hook: (8x)Lord Infamous}
Im smoked out snorted out
drunken and I'm blown
{Lord Infamous}
hearses circling my house
with wack ass rappers in the rear
hella lame in my ear
I come to ruin your career
vocal cords swords
side board more souvenir
skins of belly body
smelly death is in the atmosphere
peace is extinct
bloody street
make them steal
planes crash ships sink
every poison gets sweet
every enemy see
feel the nuclear nigga heat
may I propose a toast
its coming close to World War III
fright night
under moonlight
Memphis picture
mutilating torture pressure
till the Satan took ya
I'll beat ya till there's nothing left but slop
feed you to the swamp
running thru the forest like gunk
bloody tree trunk
bitch you want a piece of this
might as well take the heart
there was no love from the start
sprinkle body parts
woe onto you my foe
cause you just don't know
smoked out snorted drunk blown
{Hook: (8x)Lord Infamous}
I'm smoked out snorted out
drunken and I'm blown
{Twista}
got me gone off herb
and I earn when I swerve to the curb
for the derb and the bourbon
fresh out early and
hanging with the soldiers
still got the feelings that we pearling
show me where they working
from the bank dawg
money on a fifth of henn
tell the motherfucker drink up
why the skunk weed starting to stank dawg
bitch go and get some gin
we gonna get the party cranked up
put your bank up we gonna need more
weefer chain cause our cryptic addicted to weed smoke
get incisions of pure seeded snow
take a puff choke shit of this weed dope
and I'm off my square now
went and yelled out
where the nigga trying to get sloppier
dropping ya
if you trying to get us
while we uzing them
rolling with the Three 6 mafia
popping ya popular
buck at niggas with the rock
close encounters of the herb kind
leave you sitting on the curb crying
south side getting bucked up
in a party with a burb mind
we gonna tear this bitch up
cause we fucked up
gone off that sticky
when I zone off cant hit me
have me going in illusions
trying to get me
infatuated with drugs
smoked out snorted out drunken and blown
getting crunk in that mode
Twista gotta stay high
smoke a skunk till I'm old
now chucking like im sea sick
on the front porch with the mob
and we be thick
roll when you see Twista and Three 6
who can bog the motherfucking mind
like an eclipse on the weed tip
Chorus x3
Evertime I see you slippin'
I go and reach for my mac 10
Victims of my devils playground
(Koopsta Knicca)
Damn I'm about to bust a cap up in these tricks
Chris
I'm thinkin' deadly and I'm scopin' with that infarred
Kickin' it with the hardest click
Leavin' bodies rottin' up in them ditches
Man what's done if my tongue hits like a ton of brizicks
Koops not concerned
I let you burn and burn and burn
Everything in the prophecy has been demonically read
So I learned
Deep in the morgue
Lie corps in the quateras
They wanna face in a line of order
Can you place this shit
When you crawled up on the red man
You bounce set up in this bitch
Sittin' man and thinkin'
Though my dreams I hear little kids screamin
Poor preachers I waited for hangin'
Which got me like bored in the psycho ward like daily
The 6-6-6 mystery man
Is takin' me straight to insanity
Could it be a dimension of witches that bring out voices
That issue more tragedies
The seas of cries
Will soon be turning
Your fuckin' life over
Left the priest and island bleeding of four leaf clover
Then I crinkle enough of these slugs
I'd rather be mugged to drink up a pint of his blood
Chorus x1
Yeah... This a dance song for all my niggaz in the club
that don't dance... Just be in the back arms folded...
Blunt in the mouth... Cap pulled down just scoping everything
KnowhatI'msayin? Just in the cut... Watching you haters
With a tone on em...
I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded
Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scoping I'm just
Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just)
Twisting my body from side 2 side
I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded
Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scoping I'm just
Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just)
Twisting my body from side 2 side
See ho I don't dance (dance)
In the city where I'm from I wear the pants (wear the pants)
These bitches think they cool (cool)
I got the dick so I make the rules (make the rules)
I drive a big ol' car (big ol' car)
I love a bitch with a big ol' bra (big ol' bra)
She love sucking up cum (cum)
I think I'mma give her some (some)
These niggaz in here think I'm a ho (I'm a ho)
Cause I'm quiet and ain't on the dance flo (dance flo)
But if one of 'em try me (try me)
I'mma be the new ink in his diary (diary)
I bet my click thicker than his (his)
We gon leave him on the floor in tears (tears)
Plus I got a big tone (tone)
Y'all suckaz betta leave me alone (leave me alone)
I'm in the club I'm posted up
A nigga talk shit so talk up
If you a thug then get buck
Motherfucker it's whatever with me cause
I act a fool I act a clown
See I can dance lil buddy I get down
You hear my music you know my style
You hear the way Hypnotize put it down
BITCH!
I thought you knew I was the mane (mane) D-boy off the chain (chain)
Gon walk up to a girl tell a bitch I'm Rick James (James)
Wit the diamonds in my rang (rang) and gold point fangs (fangs)
And you know I'm hood rich means I got a lil change (change)
Wit my thugs from the North cause I know they got my back
Looking for some chickens that can work it on the track
I'm just tryna get a mill I ain't tryna be a mack
F/ La Chat
(Hook)
'Cause bitch we shoot 'em first
We don't ask questions later
We're Triple 6, Triple 6 fuckin' haters
And it's on if you niggaz
Wanna bring it to the door
To you cowards in my face
I'm a treat you like a hoe
(Gangsta Boo)
Since you niggaz talkin' shit
About the dirty dirty six
Lemme see if you can bump out
And be featured on a hit
Radio the love my songs
Ballin' niggaz love my thongs
If you wanna go to war
I suggest you bring it on, nigga
I ain't no little girl
I been down in the streets
Remember me Hillcrest
Nigga reppin' BAZ
Shoot a finger fuck a spot
Niggaz drop, niggaz drop
But everybody in the club
Lookin' hard nigga he ain't hot
We be cold froze wrists
Got you bitches in a blitz
Mad 'cause I be hanging 'round
Them niggaz in the triple six
Bitches wanna say this
Bitch I ain't stuntin' you
I be on the charts blowin' up
Bitch look at you
Niggaz be mad
Actin' like some fuckin hoes
If you can't stand the truth
Nigga keep your eyes closed
DJ Paul, Juice Man
Crunchy Black, Lord Imfamous]
I'm the one
Mrs. Crazy lady Gangsta Boo bitch
(Hook 2X)
(Crunchy Black)
Niggaz talk shit
Well they might as well talk shit
Talk this
When I bring that fuckin' chalk bitch
And put your body in a body bag or somethin'
And drop your bitch ass off in a river my cousin
You should've never played the dozens
With a nigga like me
It be C fuckin' B
And I'm hard to be
Niggaz talk a lot of shit
But I promise you dog
I'm a blast at your ass
And let the gun revolve
Niggaz always tryin' to be real hard
Niggaz always tryin' to pray to God
When they got their ass caught up in some bullshit
And that's some bullshit
You gotta finish it
You gon' remember this
Ain't no game I play
Poppin' shots at your ass
With the A fuckin' K
Nigga watch what you say
When you talkin' to me
Nigga watch what you say
When you talkin' to C
(Hook 1X)
(DJ Paul)
Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit(4X)
(Lord Imfamous)
My arteries pump acid
I love to pop that plastic
Life is filled with maggots
Nigga I let you have it
With automatic havoc
While faggots ride or tag it
Boy I'm psychopathic
Milli clips big rappin'
What I got for a mackin'
For funeral compassion
Better close that casket
When I hit for that stackin'
Wanna know the business
Stay out my fuckin' business
Gossip like some bitches
But y'all no competition
Better pay attention
I'll cook you like a kitchen
Diss and leave you missin'
And on a murder mission
Critical condition
Got plenty ammunition
Don't need to catch you slippin'
I'll fuck you up lil pimpin'
Lord have mercy hurt you with verses
Got you puntas rollin' in hearses
Hate the six we got platinum plus a
Your shit on shelves collectin' dust a
(Hook 1X)
(DJ Paul)
Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit(4X)
[Project Pat]
Crusin' Farsier Blvd. Made a right on Hollywood mayn.
just bought a sack from the crest it's all good mayn
In the hood mayn its the project nigga rolla
nigga from the northside of mephis on dat dojah
Watch them rollers cause you know they out to catch a nigga
See me on them chrome thangs
then they wanna harass a nigga
pass a nigga by but the outer look don't get no hit
See they own reflection when they tryin to look in my tint
project moving on cause I do not buy them pa pa's
just ran out of blunts so im pulling up at Barbara's
Little store Garcia blunts call up gangsta fred
Cold 40 ounce of bud ice my nigga whats next
staright to high park after dark breaking down the weed
curt and short hennesey and my nigga lil tyree
mayn we be on the purest chronic dog thats on the town
if you be thinking that we lying then you come on down.
[Chorus]
Ridin on Chrome,
and we smoking on some dope mayn. x8
[Project Pat]
15's 17's niggas on them twankies
riding through the town dog smoking on some stanky
indo-nesia bumpin out da kickbox
smoke out the sun roof
gat in the stash spot.
City hot, with that Zero tolerence thats bullshit
niggas still ride still cheif
and get full bitch
Fingernails split the blunt
tobacco out
in with weed
nigga like me
smoke an ounce down to the seeds.
certian weed sneak up on ya dog
hit ya like bull
most weed knock you on your ass when you take a pull
my shit get ya high bitch
make you wanna fuck
candy pearl white paint job mayn on Juicy's truck
freaky slut wanna fuck with us
but you get no props
eyes popping out ya head while you at the bus stop
bitches hate to now you know that thats a damn shame
M-Town players on chrome smoking dope mayn.
[Chorus]
Uh-huh... Three 6... Mafia...
We gotta do it for the ladies this time man... gotta do one
for the ladies they say we never do one for em... We gon
talk about how ladies have these dudes sewed up...
How a lotta dudes fall lame to the game.. It's goin down...
This pussy got ya hooked pussy got cha hooked
HELL NAW!
This pussy got ya hooked pussy got cha hooked
HELL NAW!
This pussy got ya hooked pussy got cha hooked
HELL NAW!
This pussy got ya hooked pussy got cha hooked
HELL NAW!
Freaky lil thang gon pass me by watchin you out the corner of my eye
Wit a big booty and them healthy thighs let a nigga get a lil piece of that pie
You ain't all that why you actin stuck up let me pour some of this drank in ya cup
And maybe later I'll hit them guts and maybe at night you'll be catchin the bus
Worsem ass nigga keep blowin up ya phone can't get the picture won't leave you alone
(you have 12 new voice messages) Girl what you done did that fool head gone
I think a young playa need to hook up wit you cause ain't no tellin what you might do
Chew a nigga up in the Bentley coupe toes curlin up like Roman noodles
She get it so wet she make it so warm
And on a lame brain mane she got a lotta charm
She swallow it like a pill and makin them pay them bills
For another nigga kid cell phone car and crib
He payin for the dinner for him her and all her friends
And when he spend the night her dog in the bed he in the den
But still he say he love her wouldn't put his mom above her
He did all this after the first time he ever fucked her
Don't ask me nigga you nasty nigga you had ya tongue in my ass nigga
And you a pro so I know it wasn't the first time and it won't be the last nigga
And aint't tryna to act like it wasn't all that when you be sick when I'll fall back
Name any piece of furniture in ya crib and I can guarantee we fuck on that
See when you hooked you know that it's.. so good you gotta go back
Then it seem like any other chick that you try to stick ya dick in be so wack
And for some reason it won't stay up but when you wit me it be way up
And you'll never say no when I call yo phone you already be ready to lay up
He's a lame ass nigga hollerin that he pimpin the broad (pimpin the broad)
But found out he was spendin amp on the broad (amp on the broad)
Ohh how a nigga be wit that flauge (wit that flauge)
Hannndcuffin hoes that'll do that job (do that job)
Sloooob on my knob mane get that change (get that change)
Ain't no shame in her gotdamn game (gotdamn game)
All she think about she wanna please her mane (please her mane)
Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks...Bitch
Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..Bitch
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks..Bitch
Pimps them sluts, break them hoes, ride clean, smoke your dope
dipped in gold, on the vogues, everything steady, I'm chargin hoes.
Bonin, conin, playas only, catch this game that I spit
Playa Hatin Niggaz we smoke, me pretty boy smile don't joke.
We scope my 44 under the crush, don't you bite the dust
Fuckin with us niggas, Leave your name on your block...up bitch
But I don't get into that gangsta shit, I relax like a pimp and mack
Hit them trizacks jumpin (in comes me, fiends coming)
The skinny nigga in the house, breakin bitches down
When I drive in the Bonneville, smokin on a match
We chokin, talkin, loc'in, talk crazy to my bitch
I'm walkin with a limp, with my cane, spittin that game, makin stangs
Give Me Some! "Mane, I'm fucked up playa" -- That's why you ridin clean
Frontin Niggaz Kills Me, fakin like they heavy
If you ain't makin stangs, sell me all your jewelry
I'm outtie, my shortie is clean with them hammer thangs
My nigga Rickie, dipped in gold, sho' nuff rollin that weed.
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks...Bitch
Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..Bitch
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks..Bitch
Ain't No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..
Give me somethin bitch, I'm talkin about dollar signs
Look here ho, I don't wanna fuck, but buck bitty buck??
A shootin gangsta, light that ass up...
Let's play a game called pimpin', and robbin, mobbin'
Pimpin ain't never stoppin
Leanin to the curb, slam goes my car do'
Nothin behind my head but a bumpin system and a few of my hoes
Drop me off some chee$e, hit em with somethin to keep em pretty
Groupie, droopie, drawed a$$ bitches, don't act siddity
Find you a trick and break him down, and keep him no. 1 chewer
If my ends don't meet, bitch you get your a$$ beat.
Swisher Sweets, spliff, get a whiff of that endo blast
Rims gleamin on the pavement, catchin eyes when I pass
Downin some Hennessey, a friend of me is some money though
Romance with no finance is a nuisance, Fuck that honey ho
Droppin bombs, packin tones for playas to killaz and macks
6x: pass that junt, pass that junt nigga!
(we smokin da chicken we chokin da chicken straight gone on da chicken takin dem hard pulls)
yea, marajuina got me floatin in and out of da clouds and got me sittin on a rainbow,
stoned, got some purple haze in a junt on da low-low,
no motha fuckas no me yet,
north til i die, GD is my fucken set,
14 years old smokin da finest green,
wanna run up on me? you can find me in memphis tennesee,
ha ha!!! will be phamous fuck ass bitches... Killa B a.k.a. 'the prince of ma fucken Memphis'
lil sample of how i break em off... i wanna give a shout out to frayser boy, whole three six, lil wyte, hypnotize to da ma fucken minds!!! stay true to da black and blue... catch me frayser blvd... puffin on green, im 14, constantly holla
Pass me da mutha-fuckin' blunt mane
Hurry up or else somebody's gonna get sprayed
Caugh and choke on the weed is just what I do
Caugh and choke on the weed is just what I do
Smoke dis, smoke dat, smoke weed, smoke crack
Everybody gettin' high, high off they fuckin' sac
Everybody know me, know me by Black
Black be smokin' weed mane, smokin' weed by da stack
Got dis, got dat, got swishers, got blacks
Got dat smoked out no doubt, bumpin' on the fuckin' track
Gonna get high mane, roll to get high mane
Smoke till I die mane, ain't no fuckin' thang
I'ma smoke till I die, I'ma break down that swisher
I'ma fill it up wit weed, I'ma blow it like a mista
Ain't no smokin' wit me mane, ain't no smokin' wit me mista
When you leave here dawg, you gone leave here in blistas'
You gone have to pull ya pistols because ya high and ya smooth
And ya think we mix our weed with some god damn eww (hey!)
You must be tootin', tootin' on that fruit in ya cell (man!)
Nigga the only thang I mix my weed with is god damn cell
Here's a round a two a, what ya wanna do a?
Smoke that fuckin' weed, smoke some fuckin' budda
You might as well gone head suit up, What ya waana do a?
Break that fuckin' weed down, Put that fuckin' toot up
You knew a, I was comin' threw dis bitch
I been smoked out and loced out all day lil' bitch
I don't play lil' bitch, I get paied lil' bitch
Smoke weed and get high everyday lil' bitch, and don't play
Was up nigga? Pass dat dope, gone get your smoke, I'm gone hit it
Get fucked up, we full a dat pure, I got my pure to go wit it
La Chat be gone up off dat dojer, great for bendin' my knees
I be so blink dat I can't think, mane I'm so full of dat weed
Wanna blow a gun? Hell naw, but you know I get smoked
mane fuck my nose, it is my lungs I'm tryin' to inhale when I smoke
I get a blunt, and then I dip it in dat (?) and I'm gone
I'm so fucked up, which way is which, don't know how da fuck I got home
[Intro]
Pimpin' is big business (Believe me)
You gotta work these broads like never before (I say)
Pimpin' is big business
You gotta work these broads like never before
[Hook 2x]
I'm a P-I-M-P, that's what I fuckin' be [3x]
I'm a P, I, M-P
[Frayser Boy]
I'm steppin' out in gators fool
Slippin' on my gator shoes
Pimpin in my blood motherfucker
'Bout some paper, cool
Sharper than a razor dude
Fuck what I made ya do
Hoe get on the grind, respect my mind
See ya later boo
Hoe get on the track or get smacked
Bring that money back
Get your ass jacked if ya slack
That's that pimpin' black
[Lil Wyte]
Well spray the pimp juice
Cologne, it's on, gotta smell good for my baby
Mean mug a 'tute, (???) the spinners drive her crazy
Get country to roll, let the wind blow through her hair, through blown out brains
From time to time I pulled over, fucked her in pourin' rain
So I'm a pimp wit' my own level of pimpology
I'll keep my one and all y'all average keep y'all twenty-three
[Hook 2x]
[Crunchy Black]
See I'm a (??) but I got a little pimp in me dog
I got a hoe out there, she's gettin' grip for me y'all
And if I catch her slippin', that's a lip busted dog
I got a stable full of thoroughbred bitches my dog
And if you want one of them to come up outta their drawers
You gotta pay wit' your way 'cause they some baddy lil' broads
[Lord Infamous]
My manipulator, player from the Himalayas
That hoe better slay a prayer if she do not quickly pay a
Nigga, mack, stallion, slayer
Oh why do you wish to pay a
Brother like you fruity flavor
Don't you dare disobey a
Mack, Lord's the (???)
All up in intensive care
Soon as I think she's okay I'll send her ass right back there
[Hook 2x]
[Juicy J]
They call me Juicy Dynama
When they say I'm out of sight
I'm something like a main event
A royal talk about some fight
And if you see me coughin', chokin'
Might be off that weed smoke
I'm in the Maybach on the street
Your girl was givin' me deepthroat!!
Just a wild player from the north off the block
Slangin' sizzurp by the oz. and that solid by the rock
[DJ Paul]
You see I'm all about that cheese hoe and ain't a damn thing funny
Fuck some matrimony bitch I'm talkin' 'bout that macaroni
I got some workers from San Francisco to Maine
Back down to Memphis all the way over to Spain
'Cause I work 'em like never before (Believe me)
I'm talkin' everyday
[Hook 2x]
Yeah Mother Fuckers
Pussy Niggaz Get the fuck out our way now
Real Niggaz put your fist in your mother fucking hand
Like this it's going down
This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-P's
My vice lord's and B-L double O-D's
This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-P's
My vice lord's and B-L double O-D's
[Chorus]
I got that one hitta quitta that one hitta quitta quitta
One hitta quitta that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
I got that one hitta quitta that one hitta quitta quitta
One hitta quitta that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
A nigga knocked out as soon as I stepped throught the door
I guess they thought we playing but i guess they didn't know
We started kicking ass drunk off ass kicking
Cause we left him there even in slow motion
Im gone break a nigga jaw break the fucking law
Break him down raw break nigga all yall
If a nigga violate you in the club
It aint shit ot talk about clock his ass out
[Frayser Boy]
I never try to move fast I just stick to the script
If a nigga talking shit, hit that bitch in the lip
You got somthing to say about me
You niggas wanna doubt me
You mad cause I get the cash then a nigga out
You won half of the bar nigga fuckin payment
Kinda hectec when I disrespectite now a playa dead
but its cool you got to realize somthing these niggas fake
Its kinda like everything I love another nigga hate
[Chorus]
Fuck these bitches im bout to pull this glock on
Nigga come wrong he gon half to get popped on
Fool acting hard he been listning to da pac song
Dont let this rap music get your door knocked on
Maybe knocked in with some friends holding bright crome
Think we playing witcha boy nigga bring it on
Studio gangsta probly gonna hit you with the microphone
Coward ass bitch gon be sleeping with the lights on
[Lil Wyte]
Im not a gangsta but this shit is for the Crips and the bloods
Gd's vice lords and white boys come claiming to be thugs
I got a one hitta quitta and aint gon safety aint on
On these boney knuckles and all
The things youll soon be regreting
I have a closed captioned Marawana treated brain
Meaning when you hit the ground
I'll spill it out across the screen
Round one and white ain't got no choice
To beat the compition
Let that mother fucker swing
And show that bitch what he been missing
[Chorus]
[Lord Infamous]
I got a one hitta quitta for any nigga talking shit
You talk shit they find your body in the ditch
Aint nothing going on but that triple six
And hypnotize fucking minds can you handle it
You in the club trying to show off in front of a bitch
I beat you down and throw the fuckin six
And go outside and get the extra clip
We make an example out of you nigga don't be next bitch
[Cruncky Black]
You get chest of eagle beat til your cranium leak
Scarecrow the sandman Double R fucking sleep
When I pull this unit it's intinsive care unit
And I spill your blood tight so they can't transfuse it
War war vet here to play hit the deck
Crunch also say if you want to disrespect
With a one hitta quitta and disfigure
To your hospital room to finish you off nigga
[Chorus]
This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps
My vice lords and B-L double O-D's
This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps
My vice lords and B-L double O-D's
This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps
My vice lords and B-L double O-D's
This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps
My vice lords and B-L double O-D's
Three 6 Ma-fi-UHH! (whoahh-ohh) Good Charlotte
Hypnotize Minds, dat executive (wooo!)
Some real shit man, let's drop it
Let's go!
Chorus
You know I can't live my life, workin no 9 to 5
No matter what they say, I'm doin it my own way
Cause time ain't on my side, and they don't understand
Forget what people say, I'm doin it my own way
So many shysters in my ears fool, tryin to pop it
On my new fame, they will put new hands in my pocket
Standin in the rain buck in hand man, about to cock it
I take another one they wanna be up out the rocket
I cain't understand why they even wanna see me broke (whoahh-ohh)
Wanna see me choke off my own blood from cuttin my throat
I always wanted the money; fame wasn't worth my while
That's why I wore a mask on the front of 'Mystic Stylez' (doin it my own way)
But one night in March, {?} my life changed in a sec
Whether for better or for worse I can't answer that yet
But I'll go to the pen before I lose my ends
Murder one, one of you hoes tryin to get me for my Benjamins
Chorus
Real talk!
In the field, it's real, slip up, get killed
Get robbed, get stuck, get messed off in a deal
These kids, are gone, on meth, and pills
That's why, I pack, I carry, the steel
I'm posted, in the hood, got green, I'm good (whoahh-ohh)
Trap house, no doubt, is where, I stood
Got guap, got hot, 'til shop, got popped
These snitches, time cuts, it won't, ever stop (doin it my own way)
The times ain't gon' change change long as cocaine 'caine
Goes up the nose nose fries a nigga brain brain
See 'em in the mornin time tryin to catch a train train
Back out on the block block doin the same thang thang
Chorus
Whoahhhhhhhh...
Doin it my own way
(Koopsta Knicca)
I gotta plan in command on your ass bitch
This little short young niggas in them caskets
You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed up on your ass hoe
Better run by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo, and Scarecrow
Theres a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into a nigga like Koop a nutcase
Here I can tell by tha day its gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for you life my big black buldgin' nine
Now while Im kickin' niggas fiendin'
Just to kill 'em though
Before I go I get them Swishaz with them Navajos
Upon tha mighty Mississippi
Now can I fuckin' kick it
You better answer quick
Before I hit you for them riches
(Lord Infamous)
Cuz them niggaz want to really try to jump up
But they know they gonna catch a couple
of my sub-machine gun fire to they jaws
I kick shit flyin' through tha air
You wanna dare to test me ?
I'm tha Infamous nightmare I wanna break some laws
I practice secret forms of voodoo culture
Dead flesh culture
>From my pet vultures
Sleepin' in tha death defying beyond human measurements
Into my private temple in tha middle of Mount Everest
Smokin pine as I sky dive off a mountain
In my mind blood squirtin' high out of fountains
Countin corpses in my black fortress
In tha hallway paintin' satanic portraits
(DJ Paul)
See it was me, Lil Buck, and my nigga Lil Knife
And some thug ass fool I never seen in my life
We roll in Bobby's 'Lac with tha gold bones and vogues
Full grain
Cloth top
Steady pullin' them hoes
Tha nigga that I didn't know said he had some on a weed
And stoppin' by tha crib so he can get up on some cheese
I've seen shit in tha game as soon as he opened his mouth
We dropped him off tha fool went behind tha fuckin' house
I didn't think shit about it but some minutes had to pass
Make me really not trust his busta ass
I looked around and somethin' just made my eye switch
Twenty mo niggaz dressed just like tha bitch
Not takin' no chances I'm knowin' it's a stick up
But when we tried to bail we got blocked by a pickup
Dropped tha fools tryin to test my pimpin'
To see what I'm all about
But speakin to soon I got blasted
When I stepped up out tha Cadillac
Vision blur I'm seein' 9-9
I was up on my back seein' a 6-6 up on a street sign
Lil Buck slamed right into them durves
Baby you want to scoop me as I cross straight to tha curb
My nigga Lil Knife let tha Tech start rippin' me
>From tha last hoes who still stood on they feet
Now we gettin' tha fuck up out of the hood
That was all wrong but takin some lifes made it right
It was a long night
(Juicy 'J')
It was a long night when I was locked down in 201
Back against tha wall smokin a square cuz it aint no fun
Watch them niggas fight over phone calls
Gettin' buck
Knowin' when they get they life sentence man they ass stuck
Niggas always nervous cuz they servin bustas with a swords
Pullin' tha real killaz, GD's, Crips and Vice Lords
Lower level aint a joke
A nigga got his neck broke
Thrown to tha ground like a bitch pickin' up tha soap
But I wasn't goin cas a nigga like me kept my shank
If a fool stepped to me his face'll be in tha paint
Waitin' for a guard talkin' smart
It'll be a fight
In 201 locked down
It was a long ass night
(Lord Infamous)
We caught them devils basement
I walked down tha hallway
Where tha walls are lined with candle light
Sacraficin'
Goin' it enter tha Triple Six Mafia gun room
Soon I will choose tha weapon I find most appropriate
For reasons I take tha Smith & Wesson and a Mac 10
Paul walked in he grabbed a street sweeper
Grim Reaper and a Glock 19
Crunchy Black he took tha goddamn M-16
Boo called tha Koopsta
Told him to get tha shovel ready for burial
Of the bodies
Lets put them on Unsolved Mysteries
Ease please creep up in tha trees with tha night scope
And held it on tha blunt can blow nothin' but red dope
Them niggas died in a blast we stuck they gas in
Motha fuckin' Triple 6 assassins
[Lord Infamous]
Well, Lord Infamous shall take 1000 razor blades and press them in they flesh.
Take my pitchfork up outta the fire, soak it down in their chest.
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue
And send what抯 left in back to yo mamy
because that bitch might miss you.
But first, I want to slowly pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour on you and your dead friends.
I probably oughta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because I am moderately in to photography
Following through the autopsy
But man, fuck it, pour some acid on them, too
That抯 what I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do?
[Skinny Pimp]
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin my AK to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed
Leavin no trace of the evidence
Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it抯 strange
Cause I murdered a bitch, and the Devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
In the casket I make you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make stupid moves
Nigga ya bleed
Bustin 17, please don抰 scream, don抰 run
Either long range street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When I抦 full of yak, ain抰 no clue
In 2 deep, you sleep, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do?
[Juicy J]
First a nigga looked in the white pages for this bitch
Mafia-style cause you don抰 know who ya fuckin it
Called him at his fuckin home, nothin' but breathin on the phone
Warnin sign to let you know I抦 comin so you better be gone
Wether ya run I be stoppin ya, with the 2 9s I be poppin ya
Witness a nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas at yo back door
These hoes peeked through the curtains
And saw them gats pointed at the window
Nothin but destruction after we touched em
Man I thought you knew
That抯 what I would do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?
[Gangsta Boo]
Think about a master plan on how to buck them bitches dead
Gangsta Boo the Devil抯 Daughter comin with the livin dead
Yes I抦 so so crazy, so so scandalous, I will hurt you bitch
Torture your body with nothin but fire
Then I calmly shoot you bitch
Blast you in yo head make sure you dead
Cause I don抰 want you to live
My words of wisdom: The weaker the victim the bigger the thrill
The Triple 6 Mafia do not feel sorry for none of you dirty hoes
We full of that weed so we proceed to take your fuckin soul
It抯 not a problem when I buck you bitch, I do it smooth
That抯 what the Devil抯 Daughter do, now Fly what would you do?
[Playa Fly]
Clizick with the real Triple 6 niggaz for yo death
Ain抰 no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath
Six niggaz trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump
Pull a fucked up clickin on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you punk
To you fuckin imitators, watch yo ass fuckin click
Bite a Playa抯 style and slip, soon you will be stankin, bitch
Fly gon bring them body bags, Lord you touch the fuckin shovel
Dig it deep and bury that bitch
Lay em down there with the Devil
Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N, fool
Oh that抯 what the Fly would do, now Killaman what would you do?
[D.J. Paul]
First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that Holy Ghost
The Devil抯 already in me so I ain抰 gotta go too far to loce
You fucked up with the wrong click
So your murder抯 all on my mind
Plus Satan抯 inside, put my hand to this plastic 9
Burrnin from the aim, my glock knows more
Every blink of the eye
But before it抯 all over, you抣l have 2 Loogers
In your weak thigh
Fall on to your kness, now it抯 time for you to 慺ess
My fist full of fire, I punch a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it抯 cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Chorus (4x): Nigga, live by yo rep cause we ain抰 takin shit
When I blast on yo ass, I抦 gon empty this clip
[Lord Infamous]
See we can抰 tolerate no nigga that is Layzie
Broke out the blender and I made some Krayzie gravy
It抯 Eazy, and when it was time to get Bizzy
Don抰 break, you can Wish, but You can抰 escape
Because we crave dead Flesh
Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be next
-Yeah, bitch, the Triple 6 Mafia, breakin muthafuckin bones like it
ain抰 shit, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch!
-(Talking)
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (4x)
Like a Pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x)
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'(2x)
[Lil' Flip]
By the time I hit the door
I saw hoes on the flo'
Niggas dressed in suits
Tricking all dey hoes
Me imma pimp
I aint paying for no sex
Man I'd rather buy a car
Or a new rolex
Cause I got street paint
So hoes flock like birds
I got one hoe in the range
And another in the surbs'
When I hit the club
Imma be wit David Banner
A thug ass nigga
Wit bad table manners
We act bad (my nigga what is yall saying)
Like when we walk inside clubs
Niggas hold they gal's hand
Cause they know we run trains (choo choo) all night
How could yo gal leave me
And be wit you all night
But its all right
Cause you know we don't kiss
Like Too $hort said
Bitches aint shit
I tried to told ya
Dat most girls really freaks
And dis is how they gotta
make they money every week
[Chorus]{repeat 4 times}
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'(2x)
Like a pimp
[David Banner]
Step into club looking just like a pimp
We got cash
So we screaming out shake something BITCH
This is the song
Tell the DJ put it on
Micheal Tyler made you shake
Sisqo made you show your thong
Bitch im dead wrong
The playa from the crib
So get out on the flo'
And girl get it how you live
And since you so hot (hot)
Then show yo pussy lips
??? but I know you still flip
Bitch don't trip
Aint a damn thang changed
I still love my queen
But bitches keep me to the game
So if you gotta hoe
Shake em up and let em go uhh
And let them girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a Pimp
[Chorus]
[Lil' Flip]
Now don't you hate them ole'
Lying ass hoes
Smiling in your face
Wearing her best friends clothes
I suppose
They like the way me and Banner pimp
You can catch us at Poppa Do's
Eating steak and shrimp
[David Banner]
Or you can catch us at E G pouring it up
Flip whipping Cali trucks
Guls licking my nuts
We some south side pimps
And we aint giving a fuck
Fuck yo gul up in the throat
And make her swallow the nut
[Lil' Flip]
We make em
Swallow the nut so
Follow the truck
Lil' Flip and David Banner
We got all of the butts and
All of they sluts and
All of the hoes
So drop it like its hot girl
Touch yo fucking toes
Oohh
[David Banner]
Gone touch yo toes and
Make me a roll and
Gone hit the mall
And buy me some clothes mayne
And if yo boy's trill
Imma bust a clip
Yall bitches can't fuck wit me
[Lil' Flip]
Lil' Flip Nigga
Nigga Nigga
Yea nigga
This for the real money makers out there you know
Get yo mother fucking money
Don't worry bout the next nigga
Get yo mother fucking money
Get yo mother fucking money nigga
Uh get your money money
Money money
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)
See I was on the North, North side in the projects cutterfield
And dats where the the dope dealer nigga really live
See they sold crack, and they sold weed too
They specialize in cooking up the dope food
To get it out, so the junkies can smoke too
But me my nigga, I been smoking out chu
And you ain't you cause yall been cutting up du
I think I'ma have to touch ur ass with a tool
Its easy come easy go yall know the rule
HCP motherfucker you know I'll cut loose
And if you got it, I'ma have to touch you
Like knocking on your door and holla trick-or-treat fool
Its Halloween motherfucker, don't let this motherfucker sight you
A robbery to a muderery dance clue
So any way that you want it, I got chu
Its one way hallway nigga, so fuck you
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)
You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns
I manage dope to collect these funds
You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns
I manage dope to collect these funds
I ran up in his spot, with the glock, his jaw dropped
He knew I came for money and the weight I heard he got
I cracked him in the middle of his face with the tome
Tied his ass up and ransacked his home
I had to rep his bitch cause the hoe was stacked
I fucked her from the back, with my gun to her back
I left up out his crib, with dolla and purple hat
But eventually got caught 'cause of a dick hair
Don't let me find out that you got that dope
Don't let me find out that you snitching on folks
Don't let me find out that you tryna get rich
Ridding round' the fuckin' hood and making fun of niggaz shit
Don't let me find out, feds tap a nigga phone
Don't let me find out, 'cause if I find out its on
Don't let me find out that niggaz selling purple drank
Cuz I'ma rob all dem fools, like I robbed 20 banks
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (let's go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (let's go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)
You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns
I manage dope to collect these funds
You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns
I manage dope to collect these funds
O-right
O-o-o-right
O-right
O-o-o-right
O-right
Yeah!! Hypnotize Minds!
Three 6 Ma-fi-UHH!
Yuh~! You niggaz wanna motherfuckin play nigga
Don't go by the Terrance playin no motherfuckin TV show or movie nigga
Lookin to test me sucka?
I'll show you niggaz where motherfuckin tears come from nigga
From the motherfuckin haze of these niggaz guns right here boy!
It's goin down!
I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em
I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em
I hate to be FUSSY, I said I hate to be FUSSY
I said I hate to be FUSSY, I swear I hate to be
Come one come all, to the Hypnotize gun show
Young hoe, gun let go, I've been gung-ho
Run yo' click clean out of that shit
Did they forget, or did they not know who they was fuckin with?
D Paul, Three 6, king of this Memphis shit
Any nigga think otherwise they need to stop it
Prayin when the red tape'll introduce a faker to they maker
Call me The Undertaker for haters causin vapors
And you can catch a hot one, I got plenty of 'em
They called bullets and they burn just like a oven
You know we can do it however, it ain't no use to play
Fire on a nigga like they used to say, YUH!
Coward niggaz ride 20 niggaz deep
With a piece, underneath the seat, make 'em think they street
I don't need nobody else, whup you by myself
One on one, leave the guns at home, keep 'em on the shelf
But you cain't, cause you need a crew, extra fist or two
Only one, might really shoot, but that is not you
And you show out, try to buck, make 'em think you tough
Been to jail about a couple times, I guess that puffed you up
If you real nigga what the deal? Take some weed or pills
Maybe thinkin get your confidence up, tell 'em how you feel
You a Jew, and a fuck nigga, cain't stand yo' grind
[Hook]
My pockets are swollen (swollen)
My bankroll is foldin' (foldin')
Some niggas out there blowin'
But baby I ain't goin'
[Verse 1]
See I bought a black bonneville (keep pimpin')
I'm out here tryin' to make a mil (my nigga winnin')
A new crooked cell phone (you on)
So junkies won't call my home (man he gone)
Some niggas that I can trust (we straight)
Some killas that'll fuck you up (we made)
Let's chop it up and let it stack (that's the business)
Then rent a house and sell some crack (yeah we in it)
Let's get the word all over town (you da man)
These hatin niggas set you down (with the plan)
Let's bang some rocks and slang some oot (dem boys know)
Whatever's gonna make the loot (cause we can short 'em)
The shake down we always go (we be deep)
Sometimes we have to throw dem 'bows (I brought the heat)
Some playas down to make some mean (what's the word)
A pimp gon' always pimp again (my niggas heard what's goin' on)
[Hook 2x]
[Verse 2]
See I'm sippin' on some Bud Light (this shit is cold)
I'm hustlin' tryin to get a bite (let's make this load)
My fishing rod is bending (we hit the jackpot)
???? (it's like a piece of art)
But everytime I start to fish (I got a catch)
Some police snitches gotta snitch (I got a match)
Let's call up the hidden man (with the AK)
And let them boys' blood drain
Yeah, ya'll thought that underground shit
Wouldn't gon' work in ya
Yeah
For the ouijas of sin is death
For the gift of god is eternal life
Through jesus christ our lord
Roman 6-23 nigga
Read it and weep, biatch
Hit a man bustin' up in my door
So i grab my 44
Now them bustas on the floor
Covered up by pillows
Oh no
I'm lookin' for them trizicks
Tryin' to put a group up in they clizick
I'm comin' up quick
I'm takin' no shots bustin' these caps off in these bitches
So why you wanna mess with this
So why you wanna take off this piece
Fool i'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech (??) fatality
You'll be fled
I'll be glad
When i make you hit that grass
I ain't showin' no mercy
God damn it i'm bustin' that ass
I'm havin' cisions of flesh (??) like that roozer tech
That mess in my head
If the constantly teachin' this evil shit
You hear some laughin' whose that in the window gaspin'
Now if you feel me tell me whose that creepin' for your head
This goes out to all of you suckas
Includin' you crossers
Includin' you bustas
This shit is so fucked up
I can't even trust ya
This lady is tried of you motherfuckers
I'm bumpin' so hard
It's like oh my god
Gangsta boo is rippin' the mic all apart
If your ass wasn't so full of that fart
Never would you have tasted me from the start
I'm trying to tell you hoe
Let me tell you bitch
You ain't my fuckin' friend
Prophet entertainment member known as boo
Had to tell your ass time and time again
Ride with my click
Bitch triple 6
Is all i need plus my weed and the n-i-n-e
To keep you frilly hoes off of me
Come into my face
With that pimpin' ass shit
Watch you see this gangsta bitch get scandolous
You friendly ass hoes i scratch off my list
I don't need you
Don't want you bitch
Friends like foes in these hoes
Keep on talkin' that shit
Actin' like they bad as fuck
But they ain' really talkin' bout' shit
Keep on dissin' this click
And we gon' hurt one of you tricks
Put your body in a ditch
Or dig a grave for that shit
Don't you ask who like it
Crunchy blac did it bitch
Keep on talkin' all that noise
And i'ma get big like big business
I have to tell these niggas time and time again
Bitch i ain't your fuckin' friend
I'll do your ass in
Smiles can be deceivin'
Even if it's your friends
And hoes that know we can't be even steven
Should not believe in
Too late one of them slip it's my foes
You already got my glock to the back of your head
Prayers already said
Done consider yourself dead
Your family and friends might be sayin' that i crossed you out
But nigga you was fake from the beginning
So i had to toss you out
Friend i'm no more
I kill all you foes
Step in my trunk
And i give it to a stroll back
The hammer release
And leave your chest with holes
All in the club
With that buck ass tube and pot
It's kind of hard
You can't beat us
And you can't join us
Cause we ain't gonna stop if you don't stop
Some of the superior astronomical bends
From that of my mystical dreams
Of the many scenes
Mighty, manipulative, mercilous, multiple murderers
Sit back in dangerous
Hittin' and strippin'
And critical injury
Misery, seriously witness to the tremory
Trajedy, agany, infamy, agany brutal mentality
Assassatain
My voodoo tribe
If you don't want to be fried
Put on a feary disguise
Lord infamous takn' no prisoners
Forget the begging, pleading, and the cries
Your reservation revalation
A satanic nation
Has be prophesized
I can look in your eyes and tell that there is fear
From the eternal burning of each of your lies
Flights of headlights
Black clothes and limos
Another negro startin' to decompose
From his casket the scarecrow shall place a bloody black rose
Who knows that hate
That goes behind closed doors
With corpses froze in six foot holes
Wicked throws
Evil flows and torturing of foes
Yeah, i ain't ya fuckin' friend
You do your ass in nigga
Three 6 mafia comin' at your ass for the 9-7 bitch
Yeah
Watch your back niggas
You know who you are motherfucker
(Juicy J) A I got some hoes from tha ATL you need to roll wit me mane they going
(DJ Paul) Man I can't even do nothing I going to England in the morning damn
(Girl)
Hello
(DJ Paul)
what's up what you doing
(Girl)
nothing Much
(DJ Paul)
I'll be there about 10 of them so you'll know when I get there
(Girl)
ok see you there (girl)
-Yeah, you fuckin punk, I'm finna take ya muthafuckin beat and go
nationwide with it, bitch. Don't ever bite the muthafuckin dick that
feeds you.
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my
Thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse I'll give em a reason to duck
[Gangsta Boo]
What's up to my gangsta bitches chargin niggas
All up out they profits
What's up to my niggas slangin dope or dodgin crooked coppas
Yes this crazy lady all up out it for the n-zine 6
How the fuck you think I love you boy when I'm a playa, dig
All that shit I'm sayin, I'm not playin, fuck you slaw ass boys
Actions speakin louder than my words, but you still makin noise
Nigga, let me tell ya ho you fucked up with the wrong click
Turn yo volume up and listen closely to this gansta bitch
While you out there fackin on them jacks man we comin up
Smokin on them sweets filled with ink, gettin real buck
Talkin all that shit, moviemaker I must say you are
Nationwide, shit, on yo ass, ho we movin far
Not buyin that shit, Prophet Posse, Triple fuckin 6
Smilin, clownin, upside down and frownin back up out our shit
Mrs. Lady Gangsta Boo just had to let you know
Closin up the chapter, trick that's after, bitch that's all she wrote
Chorus (4x): Triple Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin
Ahhh yeah here we go
(chorus)
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
(juicy j)
Yeah 1991 dj juicy j
Strikes again
All never turn my back on my city
Since the neighborhoods
Yeah the neighborhoods
Here we go
Here we go
North memphis
South memphis
West wood
Orange mound
Clabirant homes
Dixie homes
Mcneil county
Speedy henry
Watkins and brown
German town
Mid town
Foot homes
Big hampt
Collage park
Hyde park
Evergreen
Smoky city
Ridge grove
Ridge chris
Major hights
South paw
Third ward
Corner village
Black haven
New chicago
Springdale
Hollywood
Frasier
Yeah in the house
In the house
Yeah we gonna call out a few schools
All the high schools
North side
South side
East high
Melrose
Cillchris
Hamilton
Sherwood
White haven
Ferley
Cypress
Hughs
Citicorp
Haverview
Only haven
Yeah
(chorus)
So get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
1991 notorious dj juicy j
And we out
We out
Yeah yeah yeah it's goin down m- motherfucking motherfucking-town bitch.
The originaters up in this bitch, we got Dj Spanish Fly, Project Pat, Al Kapone, 8Ball & MJG, Three 6 Mafia.
Whats up to sunny d, dj bk, the whole m-town 901 up in this hoe nigga quit playin with yo motherfucking self bitch.
Chorus
I'ma Dedicate This to the real
All these hatin' ass niggaz gettin killed
Fuck a fame put em on the first 48
Fuck a fame put em on the first 48
I'ma Dedicate This to the real
All these hatin' ass niggaz gettin killed
Fuck a fame put em on the first 48
Fuck a fame put em on the first 48
Crack kill apple jack but i make a stack
Scream death to a rat
Here clickin with the clack
40 balls bustin at your mom
Nigga will i stomp
Read a magazine till your body drop
Seem angellic pitbulls till a nigga miss
Any one who is near yo bad take a diss
Hood nigga who cares you can die too
Around here with that flossin i'ma try you
Trick i ride for my city I die for my city
Put your m's up high if you niggaz ride wit me
This for my south memphis north memphis
Westwood orange mound blackhave to the bay
Its all about the m-town
Yeah I know you though we would never come together hoe
Its a new day now we on a whole new level hoe
Al Kapone Al Ka B Last of dying breed
This is for my pioneers to the M Memphis, Tennesse
Dj Spanish Fly man never ever given up
Still doin that same flow that make you wanna get real buck
Get real buck like you havin a heart attack
Drunk up off in the club and you know you not get no stacks
Sweat it out let it out them devils they can't stop you
You be on the grind while them haters be like broke fools
Memphis, Tenn baby and we known for that buck fire
The whole wide world you betetr get some and duck down
M-gang nigga thats memphis tennesse
Game Pimpin real big 8Ball MJG the blame
Hip hop boom slang this ain't for the lame
Some like rock n roll pimpen let ya nuts hang
Gangsta walk memphis walk nigga its the same thang
Take it from your og orange mound veteran in the game
We got the power to run thangs and make change
Foward that green change we can reagrange
Get up make the whole city to a sit up
Drop down do push ups till you spit up
Memphis Tenn this is a brand new awakenin
Everything is precisly planned ain't no mistakenin
We done tried to stop nah ain't no way i'm given in
Get buck luxery is what we liven in
MJG pump gas to ya eyes card
I'm a grown ain't no soft i go hard
I meet this litte fr-freak from the stre-street
A sexy fine white girl that i ke-ke-keep
She had me up all-ervy night
ATM credit she-she swiped
She dressed in plastic i gotta ha-have it
She say sprung a neighboorhood addict
Ain't no rehab that can stop me
She looked like expresso coffee
When shes in yo system she'll keep you crunk
And make you buck like walk off in the back with guns out
Make em give it up
She keep your heart beat real fast
Down four make her hotta
Every time i see her she with me 40 and my dollar
Yeah Yeah yeah yeah the king of the motherfuckin m-town
See I reck you haters like i reck this cars
Then I Then I trade it in like i trade this broads
Walk up Walk up out the square with nan fucking squire
Lookin lookin like my 4 still shinin like a star
See sucka i'm a vet not a vetenarian
Get rid of your flesh like if i was a vegetarian
Fuck em fuck em feed em bullets
let the ball bat carry em
Till their fuckin fuckin family
Then i'm gonna bury them
I told them i was the king but they didn't wanna believe me
Till the bullets hit em and they started to bleeding
Boy you a lesser not even a guester
When we started leakin up your shirt thats a guesser
You realized that i wasn't playin with your plan
You realized you have the wrong fuckin man
Finally figured out that your on the wrong fucking land
9 to the whole town we ain't playin
Yeah hoe you know what motherfuckin time it is
Damage sheil oh yeah boogalo in this motherfucka
nigga don't creep we put you motherfucking hoes to sleep.
(feat. Chamillionaire)
[Intro:]
Yeah, hypnotized minds
Three six Mafia,
academy award winners, what (what, what)
chamillionaire, we stronger than ever
for real (for real, for real)
this lasted too long
goin down
[Chorus:]
I stay doe boy, doe-d-doe boy fresh (fresh, fresh, fresh)
now what i am boy?
doe boy, doe-d-doe boy fresh (fresh, fresh, fresh)
now what i am boy?
doe boy, doe-d-doe boy fresh (fresh, fresh, fresh)
now what i am boy?
doe boy, doe-d-doe boy fresh (fresh, fresh, fresh)
now what i am boy?
[Verse 1:]
Another day another dollar
Another knife'll make a hoe holler
I pop her cherry then I pop my collar
Pop brand new tags off of brand new clothes
Brush my hair back and kick the hoe out the door
Slip the corner see which ride I'm pullin out the garage
Chorus
Destruction terror and mayhem
Pass me a.....
(Koopsta Knicca)
Look in the eyes of this muthafuckin' wise guy
I got the nine on my side
But let me tell you why
Inside the blackness of the skies
Lie the fuckein' robbers
Can I call it off you got the dope
You got this coke right on ya
How could you speed with the street sweeper to yo chest
We had to spread
Aw yeah but guess what happened next
Me and my six niggas had to rip them temples in
I didn't want to kill 'em
But I filled 'em I ain't bullshittin'
(DJ Paul)
Bitches when we see ya we gonna get'cha
We cockin' 45's to yo temple
Let the bullet hit'cha
We ain't gonna stop
Mark my word
Ain't no shootin' in there ever
Enemies ain't birds
All this medicine done made me crazy
I'm starting to lace it
I should've stopped a long time ago
But I was lazy
You sissy son of a bitch
You need to turn yo self in
We want'cha bad in the south
The quicker you pay
The quicker the payment be
Chorus
(Juicy "J")
It's about 1'oclock AM in my hood
In my set 4 deep in the steamer
Gettin' high
'Bout to we me a motherfucka up
Aftermath when I blast
Leave a motherfucka bucked
Layin' down in the grass
Niggas acting like they hard
Pullin' cards
But they fake
Niggas claiming that they bad
Looking mad for they trait
Talk down on a playa
But they smile in yo face
We gonna ride on you fools
Get away without no case
(Gangsta Boo)
Hoes killing me softly
Trying to put me to the test
Give me a fuckin' reason just to snap yo neck
I be the one with flow that's hurting all you hoes
Late night
Creeping bitch at your boyfriends door
Never be out to playa hate
Strictly out for my riches
I ain't got time for this shit
Cause it's money over bitches
Bustas be telling me to leave
Niggas stay out of mine
Who gives a damn what you think
Bitch I'm prophet for life
Chorus
(Lord Infamous)
Never take her for the reasons of a killa
Six dimensions
Let the ammunition take you through
The darkness of the solar system
Malice murderers of many men
Multiply incisions
They certain their vision
Get them percision and death permission
Best believe
I keep them over seventeen
Up in any magazine
Cuaght the wicked packed
That fool is jacked and catch a casuality
Having the capacity
To try to pull a strap on me
But Infamous is coming with the motherfuckin' stack of the
Teflon plated served peala'
I do not recommend fucking with Scarcrow
Nigga got you making tons of enemies
Triple that much in artillery
Showing no love for not anything
Popping yo head to the butcher swing
Polish the blade on the guillotine
Put that bitch out his misery
Fuck a hoe out the galaxy
Infamous with a fatality
There's no way you can imagine
Bodies stacked up on the battle scene
Living pyschopatheticly
Scarecrow terror Tennessee
Chorus
(Choris) I Got A Misstress Bytch Wit Big Tits, And The Hoes On The Corner
Makin Me Rich , All The Hatas In The Town Tryin To Down Me But This Pimpin Goes
On So Nigga CROWN ME
Juice Man
You Can Call Me Juicy Jigalo You Can Call Me Dr. Hoe Long As You Got My
Dough When I Hit The Corna Sroll, Everybody Say They Pimpin Clamin They Got Two
Three Woman Matchin On A Big Ass Hill Wit A Pool And Take A Swim An Stupid
Bytch You Know This Game Cant You Tell His Pimpen Lame, Why He Neva Took You
There Why, He Keep On Sellin You ???? Find You All Across The State Wheres The
Cash Though Wheres The Cake Man You Jus A Groopy Hoe, All Ya Men You Say You
Brake But I Can't Tell, Say What I Cant Fell I Gots Ta Get All My Fuckin
Mail, So Set This Boy Up Take Him To A Room Tell Him You Gots Pussy Commin
Through From The Blue Lagoon, Then We Gonna Kick In The Door Wit The 4-4's Make
His Eyes Buck Make Him Screem OH NO Put The Hoe Back On The Corner Take Some
Nodose Make Em Stay Up All Night And Bring Back My Cheese So We Can Fight Bytch
(Choris)x 2
Fiend
Whatcha No About 7 And ????? Bunnys Gettin Money Asken Fied Daddy Is This
Watcha Want From Me Got Moves Wit Twos Pay em Befor Ya Slay Em Cause I Worked
So HAARD Jus Ta Tame Em ????? That Mouth Abserb Them Curves And Lick Them Tits
Watch Her Switch You Think She Was Made From A Bad Bytch Kit All Jones Befor
She Met Me She Was Crawlin Homeless Now Aint Two Much That Baby Girl Consider
Wrongless Divle Dable Like To Be Satled And Call Mommy And Could Give You A
Look Like Playa Called Climen She Fresh All Good Up Out The Hood And She Do It
That Wood Jus Like She Should And She Could The Thugs On Rims And Fucked My
Frinds Aint Nuttin Knew To Her I Wont Touch Your Slim American Cheese And
Chetter She Is Better Wit That Sexual Pleasure In All Leather At Ya Door Like
Forever And She Got It
(Choris)x2
Dj Paul
I Tell You What Imma Keep Pimpin These Hoes Across The Nation Why You Lazzy
Niggaz Sittin Back Waiten On Reperation Im At Tha Crib I Got 2 G's On Tha Way
My Whole Crew, You At Ya Mommas House Waiten On Cartoon Part 2's
But Youz A Dang Fool Nigga, Though Why You Got Pussy On Your Bowl Im Out Here
Sellin These Hoe's I Got Some Girls On The Platnium Plus You Better Belive I
Gots Some Girls At Cristys, I Keep Some Shyt Up My Sleve I Bring The Congac
???? My Brotha The Late Benzo Transfer The Pimpin Two Me As A Momento, I Pop A
Mentos And Staight Pimpen Ever So Clear, You Ask Me Where I Stay I Tell Ya
When The Hoes Here I Slam The H2 To The Curb Wit Extra Seat In Back Its Prime
Time So We Gon Stack On This Right Here Track Its Goin Down Like I Knew It
Would We Gon Keep On Makin Money Cuz This Honney Is Good Ya Here Me.
(Choris) Till End
Hypnotize Minds Entertainment Presents...
Gangsta Boo, baby, once again it's on
Yeah we in the shake junt, we gon' show y'all how we do it in the shake junt
(Get ya get ya get ya get ya broke ass out, boy!)
Why you up in the club with no money
Trying to see a lil' ass motha-fucka, give me something to see me twerk
Make my butt cheeks clap to the beat
Give ya girl a nice fee, I'll take ya to the V.I.P
We can shake, smoke, and roll, out of control, ooops I feel ya hard
Lickin' in ya ear, you hear me moanin' full taking charge
If you be the broke ones, you can leave the fuckin' club
If you be the balla spending money, show a lady love
See you at the bar looking at another naked ass (Oowee!)
Hell nah, boy, get yo own dance
DJ play my song 'Where dem dollas at' by Gangsta Boo
Plus another Southern diva Mia X is coming too
We don't like them boys who be all up in our face, boy
We don't like them boys who ain't spending no money, boy
We ain't got no time for y'all motha-fuckin' broke ass niggas in the club
If you ain't tippin', get the fuck out bitch
Get ya broke ass out the club if you ain't gon' tip (Tip!)
Get ya broke ass out the club if you ain't gon' tip (Tip!)
Can I get paid, nigga? Can I get paid?
Can I get paid, nigga? Can I get paid?
Get ya broke ass out the club if you ain't gon' tip (Tip!)
Get ya broke ass out the club if you ain't gon' tip (Tip!)
Can I get paid, nigga? Can I get paid?
Can I get paid, nigga? Can I get paid?
(Get ya get ya get ya get ya broke ass out, boy!)
I be rappin' for my ladies in the club, get your money
It be funny how a nigga actin' stingy with they money
Why do you be in the club, you make it harder for a thug
That be spending all they money, poppin' bottles smokin' bud
You know how it is in the spot, everybody's pussy hot
If you talkin' big cheese, meet me in the parking lot
I will turn you niggas out, they call me Chocolate Melt In Ya Mouth
Bring ya roadies, it's our family's, come on in I'm up on the house
Fuck what you other hoes say, you be dikin' anyway
You just mad cuz I didn't let you eat my pussy yesterday
If you bitches wanna pay, that's all good with me
I ain't scared to dance for nobody spending they cheese
It be those coming at my job, nigga just to look
If you wanna stare, you need to get a motha-fuckin' Playboy Book
You really needs to tip or get ya broke ass out
I ain't dancing for free, fuck what you talkin' 'bout, bitch
Get ya broke ass out the club if you ain't gon' tip (Tip!)
Get ya broke ass out the club if you ain't gon' tip (Tip!)
Can I get paid, nigga? Can I get paid?
Can I get paid, nigga? Can I get paid?
Get ya broke ass out the club if you ain't gon' tip (Tip!)
Get ya broke ass out the club if you ain't gon' tip (Tip!)
Can I get paid, nigga? Can I get paid?
Can I get paid, nigga? Can I get paid?
(Get ya get ya get ya get ya broke ass out, boy!)
Can I get paid, playa, can I get paid?
I know that's you on 20's who I saw up in the Escalade
Ask ya boy do he wanna dance, ooh he look high
(Hey, you want a dance baby?)
(Naw...)
Ain't no money in the club, man that shit is fucked up
I got bills to pay, but a sista gonna suck it up
If it's a good night, I can easily make a thousand daily
If they ban the bustas that's perverted, keep'em out the way
Hit the hit the stage, bring it bring it on to the floor
Stick the money in my lace strap if you want a show
I'm a private dancer, be ya love slave for a while
Most niggas trip, when you.....
Flogin' ass niggas really motha-fuckin' kill me
How you gonna disrespect a motha-fuckin' lady?
Why you in the club when you ain't spending no cheese
Get ya ass out til' you ready to spend some money, hoe
Get ya broke ass out the club if you ain't gon' tip (Tip!)
Get ya broke ass out the club if you ain't gon' tip (Tip!)
Can I get paid, nigga? Can I get paid?
Can I get paid, nigga? Can I get paid?
Get ya broke ass out the club if you ain't gon' tip (Tip!)
Get ya broke ass out the club if you ain't gon' tip (Tip!)
Can I get paid, nigga? Can I get paid?
Can I get paid, nigga? Can I get paid?
(Get ya get ya get ya get ya broke ass out, boy!)
Chorus
Break da law break da law...
(DJ Paul)
Nigga recognize them Triple 6 shit
It's so fuckin' thick
We gotta lay it down
We gotta spray
We gotta break ya bitch
Comin' up stays on my mind
So we gotta drop a busta
A playa hatin' nigga or a crooked cop
Run up
If ya wanna
It aint no thang I put my gun up
Midnight to sun up
Still break you manne in that M
Tha M Town
Niggas get buck Non stop
fuck off and learn the real meanin of a plastic Glock
G Gotta touch 'em gotta grab 'em cuz I think hes bailin
L Lay 'em down no remorse come with me to hell
O Overnight we be rich when we tell the trick
C Catch ya slippin' he's so soft do a man quick
K Killas on my payroll I gotta stay straight
19 If us fear from work there's no need to trade
Tha Three 6 Mafia real niggas know
Slaw in Memphis Tennessee
We down to break da law bitch..
Chorus
Break da law, break da law...
Comin up from the back buckin' niggas down
Comin comin up from the back buckin' niggas down
Comin up from the back buckin' niggas down
Cause when you duck we hit you with the bat
(DJ Paul)
Pass me tha Glock so I can get buck
A mean frown stay on my face cuz I dont give a fuck
Loced out afro
And a big Fila coat
14 carat gold
Smile and a bone around my throat
Glock 19 is tucked nicely down my fruit of the looms
For them niggas that trick it in
Im stickin' up them tracks they boom
Shakin' like a mothafucka when I lock you down tight
In tha Chevy trunk with nothin' but next to dig for yo life
Fool it ain't no game you gotta die the devil sent me
Six in yo chest who's next?
No niceness in me
Tha killas up in my crew they take no shit
Niggas you better run
We bout it bitch
No nigga dont play
[We roll with automatic guns]
Step up with the hoe shit
Nigga we gotta close shop
[Juice on the bugler do a 9 leavin' you hoes to rott]
Big cam with a punk
Malekie with a attitude
Smith & Wesson in his hand
Blowed tha bitch out his shoes
Break da law
Chorus
(Juicy 'J')
*repeat x4*
Southside Northside Westside Eastside
Get buck mothafucka Get Buck...
(killa klan kaze)
[chorus]
Killa klan, come get this, big business,
Motherfucker be a witness
(k-rock from killa klan kaze)
Now I was coming in up in memphis on that
Motherfuckin real shit
Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all my
Dues to triple the 6
Scanman might take your hand, slowly grab to the
Pistol grip
See crunchy black up in the back loading up my
Extra clip
Coppers got me in a chase, I can’t catch no murder
Case
I pulled over, got my glizz,i took my hand and
Popped the cop
Dj paul looked at me, nervously without a sweat
Carlo haywood got his check, robbed the dope mane
Broke his neck
Ox and vogues put up on hoes, stinging like a
Bumble bee
European chevy thang pop out woodgrain leather seats
South memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new tape
For sale
Mystic styles bumpin loud in the sand ford bring a
Crowd
Chevy thang with your clip, project with the fuckin
Pump
Cuz show me love, k-rock locked’em in the fuckin
Trunk
Damn I’m going crazy mane, razor blade cuttin in my
Hand
Maybe I’ll be savin babies, fuck my lady I’m the man
Rappin’ ain’t no fuckin thang, triple 6 be
Biggity-bangin’
Shootin’ up me block, witta me glock, it woulda
Been ol’ k-rock
Finna be cockin’, attackin’ and poppin’
And droppin’ these coppers like enemy niggas
That can’t pull the trigger, I figure this pimpin’
That’s livin’ them limpin the triple 6
Now I’m back when I been on the track wit the
Scarecrow
Cuz the dj paul pop in the clip, no slippin’ you’re
Trippin I’m taking no lip
Niggas I’m droppin your musical style
Killa klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin ’em
When they steady pimpin’
Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we have no
Fuckin witness, fuckin
Witness
[chorus] -4x
(mc mack from killa klan kaze)
I got a street sweeper just to keep these playa
Hater niggas up off my back
But yet I’m always the center of attention, pimpin’
Ass nigga known as mc
Mack
You best believe I’m packin ammunition for these
Busta snitches
Stangin, robbin, ain’t no thing, a pimp done went
Rags to riches
Hustling on the track, my ends is stackin, cuz i’m
Breakin heifers
Make my cheese, bitch break your knees
(god-daaamn!) the pimpin mack is
Clever
Bustas trying to playa hate me, but they cannot
Aggravate me
Droppin sawed off in my game, but mc mack will
Never change
I’m cheffin like an indian and thats the type of
Stage I’m in
I’m blastin wit this fuckin trick, we stangin like
A fuckin wasp
Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me buck your
Bitch ass, pull your card
We creepin late at night with them thangs on the
Roody-poo,
Trick lets see who’s hard
I ask myself the question why these watermelon
Niggas wanna cramp my pimpin
Jealous cuz I’m ridin on gold and sweatin these
Hoes up out they clothes
So brace yourself for the impact of the mack, this
Aint the first of the month
And we breakin bones in half, and blastin bitches
Hoe so be a witness, be a witness
[chorus]- 4x
(scanman from killa klan kaze)
There’s no love up in a nigga when I’m creepin for
A killing
When you bitches slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin
Bitches with no patience
So in a minute that’s when you lie dead, from the
Buckshot through your chest, bullets
Fled ripping and stripping and home again and worn
To shreds
Pimp shit killa scan the man, I leave them bitches
Scared from horror
Of the corpses that I toture sufferer, in them
Chambers
The morning, the crying, cuz eternally they torment
The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits bitch
I’ll rise back up on you niggas real quick just
Like the evil dead
My master with evil powers to devour you bitches
That burn in hell
I’m clickin with madness form the triple six killa
Demons
The anger that’s in me got me crazed man
I’m lurkin I’m creepin, here come the scan man
Sneakin in to drop a mac-10 bomb and leave bodies
In a slum
The killa klan massacre, leavin them bitches to rot
In them ditches
When vengeance of demons slit young bitches and rip
Them, in pieces
No love bitch
Chorus till end
i rap hard like them dicks in porno flicks
like them brothas in them movies i have bout 30 chicks
and when my glock cliks half second and then i blast ya
from the dirty south small town called alabaster
i run fasta than a fuckin wild cat
what you thought dogg, its project pat blazin track
tote a gat
wit niggas from a town
grimmy motha fuckas that'll lay in the ground
whats that sound, its a 32 glock
i shoot these niggas that try to slang on my block.............
you get no more free lyrics from this genius
[Repeated in background of Hook 1]
Stock the dope in the days and I got em'
Looked the buster dead in his face and I shot em'
[Hook 1]
Nina, milli, military killer
Feel my strategy of warfare nigga
Nina, milli, military killer
Feel my strategy of warfare nigga
[Hook 2]
We bout to take this bitch by storm
Nigga grab ya arms, prepare Armageddon comes
We bout to take this bitch by storm
Nigga grab ya arms, prepare Armageddon comes
[DJ Paul]
Ya stuck up in the wrong part of town, M-Town-M-Town is on trey
Representin' nine to five, it's time I hit a snowflake
They got me on a cheese chase
I had to test one, my fingerprint were on his face
I had to tell son, ya rollin' with some niggas on a Cognac tip
Too many of them slow, the rest of em' got that weed in that there
We ain't gon' call this shit a night till I feel alright
Me and my nigga was searchin belles till I get some tight
[Gangsta Boo]
I bringin' out shit that's gon' bring hell
Nigga so fuck yo bulletproof vest
And I be the best when it come to arsonist
I'm blazin' up in this shit
I got chu' faded cause the lady that I be is in me
I'm chargin' all you sucker niggas, never fuckin' for free
I'm takin' hoods like storms, I'm droppin' lyrics like bombs
I'm comin' quick to leave ya quick cause ho I be like the one
We goin' platinum on ya ass so hold this stick while I pee
Let's keep it on the down low bro cause you ain't heard it from
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
[Lord Infamous]
We be the murderin' motherfuckers servin' them musical felony
Bring em' in above the killers yellin' better deadly medley
With the infamy, everyone of my victims slept in misery
Since the embassy with the chief that lost the best in lyrical sensory
Takin' a life in a second, we split ya neck off with the guillotine
All you niggas fear of me, pay for the women see
Let the killer do his job and I promise you won't feel a thing
I'm on a killin' spree, of course it's me
That nigga that gives no mercy, see
[Koopsta Knicca]
You know niggas make plans, I'm the beater man
But I'm just a young ass nigga with glock in hand
Every time ya see me in the streets I ain't rollin' deep
Cold fuckin' plastic on the seats, don't cha' fuck with me
Comin' from a city where niggas be slangin' dope and storin' cane
Memphis niggas step up in this now we runnin' thangs
Hooked with these Houston niggas now the plan is to get thicker
Prophet Posse, Houston posse now the plan's to get richer, bitch
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
Yeah,
Yeah
We aint playing with ya We aint playing with ya, step your ass up
Whatcha wanna do get your ass knocked out
Whatcha wanna do get ready whatcha wanna do 3 6 mafiaaa mafiaaa
Lets go Yeah we aint playing with ya It's going down It's going down
We gonna hit em with the left hit em with the right
We gonna hit em with the left hit em with the right
It's a fight It's a fight head bust them head bust them
It's a fight It's a fight head bust them head bust them
We gonna hit em with the left hit em with the right
We gonna hit em with the left hit em with the right
It's on see im the king of the ring ring
ring the bell and im coming out swing swing
Swing it left swing it right till they ding ding
He hit the ground bounced up like a spring spring
Hit em again and like a birdy he started to sing sing
Bright lights cameras flashing like bling bling
He started seeing things
Now I got'em on his knees floor crawling to the corner crying
aaa Im the man theres no defeating gggground you will be eating
I break shop none stop this is easy
We gonna hit em with the left hit em with the right
We gonna hit em with the left hit em with the right
It's a fight It's a fight head bust them head bust them
It's a fight It's a fight head bust them head bust them
We gonna hit em with the left hit em with the right
We gonna hit em with the left hit em with the right
It's a fight It's a fight head bust them head bust them
It's a fight It's a fight head bust them head bust them
We aint playing with ya, here we go again with this cowards that be haters
Jealous of the 3 6 cause we get in the paper
We'll whip your ass thought you new we dont care about noise talking fools
Get your teeth knocked out we dont be playing when they come halla bussiness getcha what they want
Get a quart of solid fists , man we take your cores and we shuting down your trap spot kicking down your door
And we stuff you like the german not call the police when you heard we comin threw I stay real from the liqour and them shoes
Well beatcha down anybody wanna step up better say your prayers gonna get your face messed up
We gonna hit em with the left hit em with the right
We gonna hit em with the left hit em with the right
It's a fight It's a fight head bust them head bust them
It's a fight It's a fight head bust them head bust them
We gonna hit em with the left hit em with the right
We gonna hit em with the left hit em with the right
It's a fight It's a fight head bust them head bust them
It's a fight It's a fight head bust them head bust them
Woaah woaah woaah...
i got cheefa tha reefa, im tha reefa, im tha reefa
GANGSTA BOO:
Bud is got me feenin like a crazy man
Starin at tha wall, oh my god I got got a master plan
Lets go get a ounce but first lets fall up at tha liquor sto'
Got some gin and tangere, now lets go and buy tha dope
Once we get tha shit we vamp back to tha cut and start ta chief
Drinkin tangere and smoking haywire watchin some t.v.
Pass the fuckin blunt or better yet let me get a bong
Damn this shit some fire, my eyes are red, my whole damn body numb
Some niggaz be hittin that blunt like they scared, let me hit that shit
I be pullin hard like my fuckin life depend on it
Don't let a nigga come and flip in my face cuz it would be do or die
First of all you came too wrong and second of all you blew my high
Nigga don't chu ever be a victim of this fuckin shit
Everybody straight with gangsta boo cuz im a crazy bitch
Callin up my brother lil eric ta see if he got some more fire shit
Cuz if he do its on once again, bring yo ass over here and SMOKE ONE BITCH
I got cheefa tha reefa, im tha reefa, im that reefa
Smoking on a blunt standin still cuz im kinda ‘noid
Starin out tha window, oh my god I hear tha blue boyz
But it aint them folks' bud that got me hearin funny shit
I don't give a fuck cuz I be feel like yellin SMOKE ONE BITCH
When I hit the masters Ido this shit jus how I fuckin wanna
Do this shit real slow not fast, feel me up with marijuana
As I inhale the smoke I start to choke but I don't give a fuck
High as cuz, cant chu tell but damn im jus not high enough
I jus love ta smoke I like the way it feel ta get real high
Listenin to some pimpin as I roll me up some more of that fire
I don't understand these bitches that be scared tha hit the dope
Crack tha one that kills, the weed fulfill yo every need so smoke
Weed is what chu need ta keep u crunk up in this world today
Best believe I stay crizunk cuz cloud 9 bitch is where I stay
Gangsta boo don't give a fuck about a nigga wit that shit
Cuz if he got some weed in his hand im sayin SMOKE ONE BITCH
I got cheefa tha reefa, im tha reefa, im tha reefa
Repeat til song go off
briefly i reach for my chicken and i roll it up
briefly i reach for my chicken and i roll it up
briefly i reach for my chicken and i roll it up
briefly i reach for my chicken and i roll it up
[koopsta knicca]
I felt the need for the weed
to smoke the green
they say the chains just for me
the B the L the U-N-T
the B the the the U the the the D
the weed
give me shotguns
oh please oh please
not chicken be
but chicken weed
pick out the seeds
the heat
is hitting me
meaning the koops we gotta have it
dont want no cabbage
we hate that babbage
like sabbage
we we we wanna the marijuana
oh we gonna yo man im gonna
go round the corner
get right on a
a a a sack
i need contact
i need it bad
so i can last
cuz just like that
i crack yo lack
we reach the corner
you move too slow
take care of that
who got the hay
who got the hay
where do they stay
across the street
im goin crazy
lookin for the green
i take a quarter
str8 to tha border
of that mac
WHERE THE BUD AT
[chorus]
wheeere is the bud
where is the bud
wheeere is the bud
where is the bud
wheeere is the bud
where is the bud
wheeere is the bud
where is the bud
where is the bud
we looking for the bud
where is the bud
we looking for the bud[ugh]
where is the bud
we looking for the bud
[lord infamous]
they call me Lord Infamous
but you can call me Scarecrow
i need me some red hair
im checkin on some menthol
and i need a couple of
quarts of somethin
so i can get full
we smokin that ink
we get blowed off that ink
we get fucked up
we takin them hard pulls
you'll get a whiff
when you sniff
up in the air
we smoke bud anywhere
yeah bitch we dont care
cuz when we get the urge
to fire up some cronic mayne
a nigga must campaine
clouds up in the brain
ouh that cheefa got me hype
ouh we so hype dawg
blowin so much bud
full cheefin contacts
off the wall
this shit is burnin too quick
fuck these little junts
lets stroll to the store
get some ciggars
roll some philly blunts
damn fool aint shit in the sack
but some fuckin shick
i need some more pure
and i just cant fuckin wait black
lets go where the bud at
lets go where the bud at
lets go where the bud at mayne
[chorus]2x
[lord infamous]
DJ Paul, he looking for the bud
Me,Lord Infamous,I'm looking for the bud
The fuckin Juice maine,he looking for the bud
My nigga named Koop,he looking for the bud
Gangsta Boo,she looking for the bud
DJ Jeff Spark,he looking for the bud
My nigga Crunchy Blac,he looking for the bud
Triple Six Mafia, we looking for the bud
(chorus)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)
(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up weaved up
yo hair is messed
need to get bout' a hustle mission
get up on loot run to beautican
run game until the game is gravy
that don't mean spend cheese fa tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head
ain't a thang eat a chicken wang
got some gold teeth
at da club tryin ta shake that thang
tryin ta get piece
chicken chicken always into some dumb shit
shuolda paid ya light bill
you bought a outfit
stay at ya mammy house
and keep a smart mouth
its Project Memphis Tenn represent tha south
so pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin
full of that mo mo holla at a chicken
(Chorus)
(Lil Chat)
yeah you like my outfit
don't even fake the deal
i thought you said you had your girl on the light bill
(Project Pat)
always in my face
talkin this and that
girl i had to buy some rims for da Cadilac
(Lil Chat)
you riding clean
but ya gas tank is on E
be stepping out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet
(Project Pat)
that's just the meter broke
youn't know'cha talkin bout
anyway them new Jordans finna come out
(Lil Chat)
hate see ya in a club
ya mobbin wit a mug
know that ya ridin wit ya boy
ya nothing but a scrub
(Project Pat)
but he was with me
that's when you hated
cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted
(Lil Chat)
i sho did
in our face drankin on that 'yak'
moutth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs
(Project Pat)
what? you need some gun
breath like some thunder
what you lookin at
i don't want yo phone number
(boy please whateva)
(Chorus)
(Dj Paul)
now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold
see the 20 inch Pirelli's roll
mane thank the vogues
dodgin all my foes
ridin Cady truck wit dvd
a flock of broads follow me
from the club to break they knees
knowin that's all i want
straight out tha club
tha rest ain't smellin right
the last thang on they mind is freshin up
its goin down tonight
weave in they head
weed in they purse
still crunk
baby seats all across the back wit close in the trunk
(Juicy J)
i been known to hold my own
i been known to ride on chrome
i been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones
i'm the fool supplyin tha dro
i'm tha fool supplyin tha blow
i'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do
tellin me that you diggin me
tellin me i'm yo man to be
girlfriend its gone cost a fee
get yo rags and work that streets
pay ya boy and make me rich
so we keep them swisher's lit
(???)
yo fees we count them g's
cashin it from all you chicks
(Chorus)
Three Six Mafia, you scared 2003 six is goin down
You scared hoe
what what what
You scared hoe
what what what
You scared hoe
what what what
Kickin in the door I make
them bitches hit the floor
for keys
Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up
Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up
Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up
Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up
Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up
Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up
Means I bees the first up on the block I guess to rack it up
Pocket full of stones oh boy I gotta track it up
Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up
But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me wanna keep it up
Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up
Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough
Wishin I could rob me a bank but I ain't theif enough
I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough
That is bout the time I get my back then I need it up
Time to find another boy time I gettin a rita
I think I got them scared
I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch you scared
I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared
I think that they scared of me
Kickin in the door I make them
bitches hit the floor for keys
Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots
Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock
Stand infront of your house I'm bout to buck you cowards on the spot
Heard you talkin loud at the tuff I guess to gang your pops
Man this ain't no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch
Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop
What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block
The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off
Pass me the gun I take the handle then saw it off
Bust in the bank and make you faint before I knock it off
Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law
I see them fuzz I see we won cause I won it all
So fucken scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh
But we don't care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall
Buckin you blastin you watch you splatter on the fucken wall
Creepin carefully through the street because it very real in the field
Ain't no love for pity ain't nobody cut you no deal
Everyone I know they do whatever just to get a meal
Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal
Careful of the company you keep everyone a treal
Cause when robbas mobbas double jaw just to bust appeal
You got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field
Guess what I don't hang around the brothas so so mass a gil
Crunchy Black in this bitch I'm bout to bring the pain
Ain't no gang in my slang do you understand
Mess with me then your messin with the grownest man
Where I'm from from the slum niggaz shootin a thang
On the run now you see me in the papers man
They was tryin to stop a nigga from doin his thang
Cant ya mug is the song that I'm singin man
Say hello to three 6 mafia got the stick up with the mask we be watchin ya know
Im quick to biggy bang bang a rookie huh trip you like a cookie for you sayin
Yo ass is movin too fast
You got this lady gangsta boo comin' to you with a whole bunch of shit that's
Gonna fuck yo ass up nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga get buck wild in dis
Muthafucka let me see ya do ya stuff
Will blast if we muthafuckina have to tie ya body up with the strings from your
Tennis shoes juicy j in the house puffin on a light kool those that wanna step
To the click its a murder fool
Who i be'z crunchy black you will know who i am once i come up from the back
Kickin do's makin ho's lay it down cuz i gotta keep my muthafuckin prophet black
I'm the nigga lord infamous the scarecrow demons be dancin roun my throne i
Dont know why everytime i see yo face i wanna spread like rome bring it on jones
Who dat be between them tree's tryin to take a peek at me for himself if you
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
I wake up
I gotta get fucked up
I gotta get my dick sucked
So I won't have bad luck
Yo my nigga pass me the tops
And open up the brown bag
That's sittin on the crops, props
The top of the bottle of the hennesey
Every time I blaze a job in public
I make a lot of friends G
I feel the need for the weed
My nigga fat cackey
Hollerin I smoke a job
I know that's all Chris wants
I gotta do what I gotta do
I reach into my pocket
Reachin for my gat
Enough to be through
And plus this some action my nigg
Somkin on a mother fuckin jobs
Some motherfuckin big
It's gonna have me on a motherfuckin ground
Every body's happy not making a motherfuckin sound
But now I got the munches
I gotta get some grub
Fuckin wit that liquor and bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Went up to the liquor store
Got me a 5th of the hennesey
Got some stouts just comin over
I hope those bitches I ready to G
Pass Paul the blunt
He take the hits and pass it back to me
Listening a new track we just droped from the A.M.P
Got back to the crib
Opened the freezer and cracked the ice tray
Fillin on some glasses
The hoes just called they on the way
Hey we great the hoes
I started porin the hennesey
The gift to see
And this shit wont be borin
Hoes will be horin
Niggaz will be scorin
Fuckin on the floors and
Deep sea explorin
But anyway the slugs feel it
And they started to sip it
Twanty minutes later
She on my dick I started to dip it
Dog that cuccey
Work that cuccey
Makin them bitchs do they duties
Soon as I got trough
Kicked they ass out
Then I watched a movie
Now my ass is layed out on a rug
Torn up fuckin wit that liquor and dat bud
Mayn
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
DJ Paul Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Lord Infamus Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Black Haven Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Castilia Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Magnolia Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
North Memphis Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Herst Village Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
South Memphis Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Clabrin Homes Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Westwood Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Orange Mound Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Bilta Grove Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Big Hampton Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Twinkle Town Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Memphis Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Memphis Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Memphis Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Yeah, juicy j in the house with my nigga project motherfuckin' pat
Lettin' you niggas know about respect
You know what i'm sayin
We gets respect off in these motherfuckin' streets
Yeah right
Yeah motherfuckin' respect
Who got dem 9's (who got dem 9's)
Who got dem tech's (who dot dem techs)
Throw yo motherfuckin' sett
To show you know you got respect
We's creepin' through your hood
Makin' you hoe ass niggas jump
With them doubts somebody hear shots
Got you shakin'
Call the cops
When the cops got on the scene all they heard was cries and screams
Triple 6 niggas are mean
When they blast them triple beams
Seem to me you never learn
So we have to demonstrate
Motherfuck a murder case
Shot the bitch off in his face
Face it hoe and be a man
Play the game until the end
You was out there claimin' killa
So to hell, with your friends
All your foes, i suppose
You think i'ma let you live
No love words never show
So not love is what i give
Get respect off in these streets
Stayin' real, packin' heat
Some don't wanna see me have
Always out tryin' to creep
On the next, do i flex
With them techs, let em' kill
Those with anna on your chest
We gon' make your blood spill
We for reall off in this shit
If you jump we gon' clown
Put a bullet in your head
And lay your body in the ground
It's gangsta it's gangsta
Everybody wanna be a deals, a killa
Fire ya'll let and you gon' be a body
In lobby
Ghetto life is ghetto past the blastin'
And askin', for that fuckin' loot
And then i'm dashin', harrassin'
If you real
Then you respect the real one
I feel some
Niggas need to have a chat with nina, the enforcer
187 soldiers in this motha
I'll smother those who thnk they bolder than no other
A buster gon' lose his fuckin' life up in the gizame
I'll dusta gets right upside your head
And blow your brizain's to pieces
And even if it's your time to clock those glocks down
So watch out
Wasn't raised to be no hoe, i'm takin' my glock down
And motherfuck police
Cause when it's on
Bitch it's murder
So go and get your toes and your click
And i'ma serve ya
I urge ya, don't be lookin' at my face dog
Watch the 9 r-e-s-p-e-c-t
Hey man, put the needle on the record man
Let's bump some of this motherfucking Crunchy Black
This shit bump dog
This motherfucking room (static)
I can't take (static)
Tossed Out, These Bitches (static)
I'm bout to Overload
I'm bout to kill a boy
All I
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
Keep it easy, you don't wanna get speedy
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
Lay, lay, lay on yo back
Lay, lay on yo back
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All On this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
Yeah I rob, Yeah I steal
Yeah I put ya body in a field
I ain't fakin no deal, just tryin to get a meal
Hustlin out here, understand my skill
This money gotta be made, made to the grave
Till death do us part, somebody gotta pay
Pay what they way, pay what they make
Don't makes no difference, I gotta get paid
Nigga, hustlin, out here on the streets
Tip toe down nigga, I ain't tryin to be beat
Like a hoe out here, like hustlin the street
Tryin to get her somethin so her pimp can eat
Ain't nothin goin on but the money and the power
Got one in the chamber for you weak ass cowards
If you keep talkin shit, I'mma come and get ya
CB is my name, and I ain't playin wit ya bitches
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
i felt the need for the weed
the smoke of game
they set the cheese just for me
the b the L the U N T
the B the the the U the the the D
the weed give me shotgun
Oh please Oh please
no chicken fein
but chicken weed
pick out the seeds
the heat is hitting me
me need to cruise we got to have
dont want no cabbage
we hate that babbage
like savage
we we we wanna the marijuana
or we gonners
yo man i'm gonna
go round the corner
get right on ah ah ah ah sack
i need contact ineed it bad
so i get fast just just like that
gonna crack your leg
we need to go man you
move to slow take care
of that
who got the hay
who got the hay
where do they stay
across the street
i'm goin crazy lookin fo the ink
i take a quarter
fill to the border of that mag
where da bud at
where is the bud (8x)
where is da bud we
looking for da bud (3x)
they call me lord imfamous
but you can call me scarecrow
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i need me some red hair
chicken or some indo
and i need a couple of courses
of that so i could get full
we smoken da ink we get
blown off da ink
we get fucked up we
taken them hard pulls
you'll get a wiff when you
step up in the air
we smoke bud anywhere
yeah bitch we dont care
cause when we get the urge
to fire up some chronic man
a nigga must campaign
clouds up in the brain
fool that cheefa got me hyper
me so hype dog
blowin so much bud
full cheefin contacts off the fall
this shit is burnin
to quick fuck these little junts
lets stroll to the store
get some cigars roll
some philly blunts
damn fool
aint shit in the sack
but some fuckin shake
i need some more
pure and i just cant fuckin wait
Black lets go
where da bud at
lets go where da bud at
lets go where da but at like
Chorus
where is the bud (8x)
where is da bud we
looking for da bud (3x)
DJ paul he lookin for the bud
me lord imfaous im lookin for the bud
the fuckin juice man he
lookin for the bud
my nigga named koop he
looking for the bud
gangsta boo she looking for da bud
DJ jus Borne he looking for da bud
my nigga crunchy black he
looking for da bud
Does it real good
Does it real good
Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today I'm married and my wife don't play
If ya want-if you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay
Can it be Rolls that pull all these hoes
Or could it be my Cadillac wit 20-inch Vogues
Can it be my manison in Memphis jacuzzi
Or could it be my crib in Florida on the beach
Can it be the ten million records that I sold
Or can it be the first one that ever go gold
Whatever it be like y'all jaw cause I don't stop
Continuously to make a ho draws drop, yeah
I used to always wonder why my girls have fits
When I walk up out the mall they be lookin at me pissed
Maybe just becuz I ball ridin eight or nine whips
And my name is Juicy J and I ain't payin no bitch
When I was broke as a joke they didn't wanna get wit me
Till I bought a Maybach now they all wanna lick me
Wit a Playboy mansion downtown in the city
And the hoes lined up like ninety centy pennies
I got the candy drippin stains off the Range when I'm switchin lanes
I'm in the slab glass house swangin grippin grain
They tellin me I'm the mane stangin licks to make a gain
Livin life in the fast lane gettin money I can't complain
These boppers see me ridin swangin wanna taste the fame
But you gotta break that bread wit me baby I'm married to the game
I fell in love wit stackin change I'm addicted to countin cash
I ain't worried bout naan ho I ain't concerned wit naan ass
I'm bout that dollar get it right I'm not out here lookin for a wife
I'm out here on that top flight on the grind all day and night
I'm a baller I'm a pimp I'm a thug and I'm a hustler
If you want some of this lovin break bread girl you a customer
See she's a freak ho let me tell you all a-bout it
I met her in the Valley and the valley ain't Cali
She tried to act shy but I knew she was bout it
Hotter than a summer day when it ain't cloudy
She say she want cheese but thats no doubt it
She just another ho I'mma hit then I'm out it
I'm just like Jody out the back door see
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Three 6 Mafia (Here it is)
Know what I'm sayin'
Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia)
ATL (Big Gipp)
M-town connection (Man)
What you know about that?
(You can't ask fo' no mo')
What you know? What you know?
(I'ma hit ya back)
What you know?
What you know? What you know?
'Bout the B's, bout that O
'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9
'Bout these niggaz doin' time
What you know? What you know?
Bout the kickin' in the do'
Layin' suckers on the flo'
Gettin' low down with the dope
In Memphis, I'm a felonist, don't fuck with ghetto presidents
Run up in your residence, gather all the evidence
Murder list is specialist, clickin' on this medicine
Unloadin' a Tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-lace
All in for the blessedness, Lord Infamous reck-a-less
Mobbin', I'm the messiest, best, there is no testin' this
Hellraiser, I'm hookin' 'em, four star chef, I'm cookin' 'em
Like that, now I'm bookin' 'em, slash they eyes out look at 'em
What you know about killaz, what you know about dealers
What you know about niggaz that live fake, know I'm for real-a
What you know about bitches, what you know about clickin'
One in the chamber so nigga now you know I'm out to get ya
What you know about reobbin', what you know about mobbin'
Mobbin' all through the hood nigga doin' my job 'n
I ain't tryin' to be starvin', I'm just leg over barbin'
Poppin' shots at your head, nigga doin' my job 'n
Juciy always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame 'n
Slangin' dope in the Grove, all the way to Black Haven
Call your boy on the cell, if you want somethin', hail
We got prostitutes and whitey-white just tryin' to make mail
Have you been to the North, Memphis where I be stayin'
Where them golds, they be shinin', nothin' but smiles on they faces
Always stumblin', rumblin', keep the freaky hoes comin'
If they wanna suck the dick, we put that nut in they stomach
Ain't no problem that's to big, nigga fucked up 'bout no task
Two of them coloreds with them masks, sawed-off pumps for mega-blast
Forty-thousand, one in the chamber, buck artila for gettin' his own man
Nigga I'm my own man, never catch me runnin' from no man
It's so strange, the look on you face that does not bring
Or brings it to doors lane, put blood on your close lane
Your eyes be like closin', hoes from head to toes 'n
Fuck 'round with the chosen, got you stiff like posin'
Don't give a fuck, I'm stayin' slizzard
Tough like chicken gizzards, strickly 'Cardi, wizard
Pill popper, afro, straight blowed
Corner coves, what I'm talkin', what you know
'Bout that girl, 'bout that boy, keep that nose itchin'
Skin scrachin', junkies steady bitchin'
I can't feel it, nigga please, stop that actin', cough it up
4 for the 5, is what I'm sellin', sawed-off 12 'n started bailin'
Kickin' do's, snatchin' clothes, catchin' hoes, gettin' cases
Sittin' in the country thinkin' about my money on vacation
This for the ones that love the club pop, sip-sip
Gipp dip, In a ho, in the jail, rollin' crip
Keep it crackin', keep it throwed, who shot first, nobody knows
How it goes, what you know, 'bout these streets I'm down fo'
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Slap a punk bitch
Slap a punk bitch
And raise hell like a mother
Make you call the punks
And when your finish other punks
I'm a cut your throat
Just a fun nigga mayn don't be playin it
And let a nigga know your real and ain't barn shit
Cause with that bullshit front you'll be called a chump
I saw you smokin on a blunt bragin bout your trunk
So what you got pop pop nigga bring it on
22 38 tech nine a tone
So when you shoot your little, shoot your better, shoot to kill
Cause I'm a blow your punk ass to the grave
When I trip it up
I just say fuck the shit
Fuck police
Fuck the feds
Fuck all of it
Cause I don't really care who stepped in my path
Cause I'm a chatch you off guard drop it up your ass
Take your money and your dope and your car keys
That's how a nigga has to live when he's under siege
You got problems with the Juice don't be actin strange
Why even talk behind by my back take care of your bussines mayn
Cause when you cum I'm a cum like a nut cum
And make you think to yourself should I fight or run
If you keep stealin mine I'm a keep stealin
And keep my name out your mouth and put my dick in it
I'll be damned
Ay this my favorite motherfuckin song on the album mayne
Y'knahmsayin it's a weed song, a pill song
All wrapped into one man, weed blow and pills
Man let's go
Weed, blow, and pills (what we slangin)
Weed, blow, and pills (what we fightin fo')
Weed, blow, and pills (what we live fo')
Weed, blow, and pills (what we get high all day on)
Rappers get so high like they Tony Montana
Voice be so damn slurred talkin ghetto hood grammar
Need to take a seat when you takin all them pills
Passed out on the street your body rollin downhill
This dope got my voice soundin like I'm chopped and screwed up
Dope got my voice soundin like I'm chopped and screwed...
This dope got my voice soundin like I'm chopped and screwed up
Dope got my voice soundin like I'm chopped and screwed...
This dope got my voice soundin like I'm chopped and screwed up
I passed out on my feet, so I'm crawlin to this cooler
So just to get a girl I gotta keep my buzz flowin
You wanna get high with me man, keep this shit potent
Yessir I grab me a gram up out the drawer, I break it break it down
Keep it in plastic I hit it hard, shake it shake it down
Grind it down fine, chop it up, make it powdery
Cut it into lines on the plate, with the razor-y
Razor-y, listen closely, must be done on smooth surfaces
No wood, you get the splinters in your noses
Get the straw, cut it short, slant it at the end
Two inches long, now you're good, go on dig in
If it's your first time you probably won't feel it
Don't worry about it cause it might take a minute
Before I leave I got some more advice to tell
This weed is got me high
So high, so high
This bud is got me high
So high, so high
Mesmorized by the motherfuckin'
Ya'll niggas odn't get high
Like the dirty three 6 mafia
We smokers there to chain
Give a shot
Of that cocaine to the brain
Gotta get high
Gotta get high
To a motherfuckin' that especially
Don't hear me
But i can keep a smile on my drugs
And you cheap ass thugs
You hoes don't feel me
Watcha got down in your trunk
Nothin' but leaves and bags of weed
Somethin' to keep you off your feet
Make you crawl around on knees
If you slang a
Then grab a pound
If you a smoker
Fool don't get wild
Are you fucked up
So what
What's up
Sip on some beer and black and mild
I'm so high
All i smell like smoke
Yeah that motherfuckin' green
Yeah that god damn dope
You be hopin'
When you see me
I'm gon' roll you some
But ain't gon' foll none
I'm smokin' on some blunts
Bigger than some of you rappers royalty checks
Never been mistaken
I'm the lady that be like
Quick to get up in your shit
Freaky when i'm high
That's the plan
Now understand my nig
Fuckin' move your man
Cause his ass wanna get with this
Out of the scarecrow
The substance i obtain
Dibe got get me feelin' strange
And crazy
I'm smokin' on this doja
Got me stumblin' and feelin' lazy
I'm staring at some shit
That got me dazin'
Amazing
Got plenty of drugs left
And then you know
I'm stayin' blunted
Stayin' numb
Shit faced
Chee-cheef hit them killas
The swishers
Nigga wit that deep pull
So deep that i cannot remember
And if you really wanna get with the
Three 6 mafia
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH
How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill
Haters talkin' lots of shit
But they scared of the steel
If you want me come and get me
Cause I'm real with this here
I ain't scared of none of you hoes
I ain't never shead a tear
In yo hood bumpin' ridin' with a twelve case of beer
Ain't no nigga make no moves
Get you scared, shook your fear
Y2K hit the clock
So you know the ending's near
One call to them killas and you just might disappear
Now nigga all in my face hollin' real but real soft
Bitch I'm holdin' up this glock
Bout to knock your block off
You a weak ass bitch
And your CD cover show
With your fake ass face
I been knowin' ya so I know a sissy hoe
Yeah know this a triple six city
All that MTV and BET got you feelin' shitty
Just to think, you used to be my dog
Used to be my nigga, now you fake
But I stomp on you trick in the grass
You little snake bitch
Uh, In the mood a fucking crowd
Make the speakers pound
If you niggas wild
Knock these bitches out
Rumblin' the ground
Tramplin' niggas down
From the dirty south
Where the niggas like it loud
Wish ya hypnotized
Instagater ?
Fire in my eyes sosate lucky Frank White
Ready for the gunfight
If you wanna get high
Ain't no sympathize
Make you sleep till it's judgment night
Talk is cheap
I hear you talking but you ain't bout your bizz
La Chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch
My motherfuckin' plastic gat we gonna rumblin' shit
Then they gon' hit'cha smit'cha get'cha so don't fuck with this shit
I know you feelin' when I'm speakin' and I'm speakin' to you
Well hoe it's true, who got the proof bitch
What you gon' do
I keep my mug cuz I'm a thug
I left the twink on my grill
You got some manner
Need to show it
Fuck this shit ho
Kill that nigga
We been waiting,killing you bad boys
Three six mafia,carry them big toys
Automatic,Automatic,Automatic,Automatic
To yo motherfucking head boy.
DJ Paul king of this cronk shit
Took a bunk of that powder now I'm cronk bitch
Hit ya ass so hard,fall in the crowd screaming shit
We been waiting on ya to hit the door
DJ Paul knock ya ass to the floor.
Knock em down
Knock em down
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be
Handle that shit
Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt
Saw my victim caught me one slippin'
On the side of the club takin' a pissin'
No mask on face I didn't really need it
He can be damn fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me made clean getaway
That means that I still live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks up
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope
A nigga gotta try something
I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride
the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the news
nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
most wanted for a felony I should have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga I didn't even wear a mask
I guess you know by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes
and have you runnin round like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' they stayin' strapped
beside DJ Paul they put The Haven on the Map
But it's too many hoods in The Haven to claim
so we gon all bring guns we gon' all bring pain.
You can do what ya do to keep ya ass in
it's CB and mane I ain't playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandin
me muthafuckin money out ya fuckin pockets
give me them rings and that fuckin' watch n you
betta listen up before I start poppin it's me again
I'm constantly robbin
Slap on his block wit the glock
and lock'em down to the rocks
fiendin' for his knot in his pocket strip him
down his socks, grab and feel this 44
hopin' steam right off this scope
and I let him smoke If I go in ya pockets and ya broke
ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my hood on ya twankies
now ya gotta drop off them bitches and that ring on ya pankies
either ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fuckin shit)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Coward ass bitches)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fucking shit)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Fighting niggas over a bitch)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Fuck you motherfuckin hoes)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
To you haters I'm the predator
Set em up, wet em up
When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug-dealer regular
Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don'tcha step ta tha
Triple six, guns click, bitch we the murderers
Triple six is the clique, why y'all niggas keep hatin me
Y'all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch
Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I ain't gon' let that nigga go, I'ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four
I'ma sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter
Bitch ass nigga, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed
Soze, Two-L O Y D, sippin ounces of that liter
Ask me if I worship Satan, I'ma send yo ass ta see em
Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth
And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South?
I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan
Left half of you haters alone
and watched you die all on your own and feel for ya
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha bitches wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Cuz nigga we ain't playin wit ya)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha hoes wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(We got them tones ready ta blast)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(What's up nigga?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Scared ass cowards)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Ain't no cowards in this motherfucker)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
I make the trap - BOOM BOOM
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got balls
Rocks under my balls, pistol in my drawers
A bird of blow on the table break quarters and halves off
For those who comin through this ain't Casino but I'm your dealer
Tony Montana, chill like Al Pacino in "Scarface" nigga
The jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the realla
Got killers posted up, e'ry Goldfinger's a trigger
Her-on is so intense, the syrup goin by the ounce
Put the money in my hands, cop your goods, and then you bounce
See I ain't the nigga that was up at five o'clock to sell no rocks
I'm the nigga that was out at midnight to drop off a block
In a tinted out Maxima, they low-key and quick
Snowin out the do' with a glock and a trunk full of bricks
I make the track BOOM BOOM without even touchin it
As for my black {?} I'm just supplyin it
I went to Key West and picked it up, back in Memphis broke it up
Call my nigga in, get our Crist', then we split it up
His dope sales are up, a nigga feelin bellish
His pockets swellin cause e'rything he's sellin
The heat is on the street, my niggaz gettin jealous
The chopper's on the seat to cut you up like relish
The hood ain't changed, got these niggaz still tellin
To lock this nigga up a two-time felon
This boy ain't bullshittin he'll kick in doors and kill 'em
And hide them bodies good that you cain't even smell 'em
He niggarish and ignorant so FUCK who in your crib
This gangster life he livin it so fuck your wife and kids~!
These janky niggaz on the town I hope they know the biz
To all you federal tattletales, swap out where you live
You know the worst part about sellin dope is 80% of black people in jail
because of drugs, domestic violence and murder
So you should think about that
Street anthem! (Yessir)
Three 6 Ma-fi-UHHH!
New Three 6 Mafia, Akon
Goin down, yessir
{Konvict}
Hypnotize Minds! (Yessir)
This what thugs are made of man! (Yessir)
This where we come from
This the artery of the streets man
The heart of it!
Despite what you heard, or what you saw
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood nigga, wish a nigga would nigga
I can give a damn what you think about it all
If you think I'm CRAZY!! That's right
If you think I'm lazy (you're damn right)
Cause it don't really matter what you think about me
Nigga, fuck you pay me~! That's right
9-9-6, got my hands on my first mill'
Now it's oh-seven, damn near at a quarter bill'
Enemies close, but my 45's closer
You can be the starter, but I'ma be the closer
Damnin what these haters sayin, damnin what these haters thoughts
I reside in mansions they don't, it ain't my fault
Half of the shit I do I do it just to make these suckers mad
And the rides they claimin to get, I already had
Ten dollar tees, but the jeans 1500
Your lifetime dreams I done already done it
Plus I done it wit'cha wife, she said I made her night
But I didn't hit her back cause her mouth wasn't right
Yessir e'rybody in my clique we dra-aa-aank
E'rybody in my clique got ba-aa-aank
E'rybody in my clique we ba-aa-all
Gold teeth nigga comin straight from Nor-naw-aw-ath
E'ryday we hustlin just like Rick Ro-aw-oss
E'ryday we strugglin and e'ryday we sto-aww-omp
These niggaz cain't fuck with my hood, we de-ee-eep
The last thing you see is the bottom of my fe-ee-eet
And I don't give a damn my nig, I'm a fool, I'm a fool
Get the fuck from 'round here, shoulda knew, shoulda knew
Head crackin ya dig, what it do, what it do
And underneath the seat is the heat, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
Fuck you pay me! Fuck you pay me!
three six mafia
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
This for all you playa haters who be talkin that...(ha ha)
The three six show no love, put some hurt on a trick
I'm bustin through the crowd, wild, with my hand on a cannon
Be like quick to put two up in ya like who mana standin'
I be the last man, blast man
If you think you fast man, headlines
Three left 'em up in a cast man
When i look into your eyes i see a coward
Face to face i hit ya
Three six mafia'd rather die than
Lord, hittin, here comes the two to the three and four
Three six mafia i want ya to wreck it all over the club floor
Blowin and throwin your sets in the air
Ya bumpin them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin there actin like you wonder where
It ain't said we the hardest,
And you can't rock it like three six mafia can
All up in a trance in the prophecy van
We gonna tear the club up, get it bucked till it don't eelin me
(??)
three six mafia
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
We tearin the club up, gettin buck
Haters try to call it rough
They better call security, bring them straight jackets and handcuffs
Ain't takin it, ain't takin it
The clutches i be breakin it
And rippin off the bosses and tossin them to the floor, bricks
Going through the window, got that thing at your temple
When they bust, keep it trust, and we ain't talkin bout bustin pimples
Haters can't get with the mafia click, them fools ain't buck enough
We gonna get the dynamite trick, and blow the club up
Crazy lady comin at you, you can't fade me trick
I bet you bet you bottom dollar make you holla
When my soldiers get ya, i don't like that violence stuff
But i believe in gettin buck
If you with me, let me see you tear da, tear da club up
Mafia, mafi-mafia, won't stop with it though
Hypnotizing minds, we got you blind and you can't hear me though
Come and get it while you can trick, before it's all gone
Goin once, goin twice, oh my god it just went gone
Oh, oh, oh, get buck, get wild
Let's tear this house right down
Let's tear da club up thugs
Let's do that stuff right now
No disrespect to the clubs, don't want none of that
But you got the three six mafia up in your house and
And we came to break the law, tear da club up
Ashes to ashes no dust to dust
And you can't trust three six mafia when we tearin that club up
three six mafia
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Hypnotize i don't think they high enough
See i thought i told you to get buck and tear da club up
Do it like a lunatic since you down with the prophet click
Now can i blaze it kick it tell me can i kick it man
Since uh, (??) days gone, get hypnotized
Let's start a riot in the club, lets get wild tonight
One little, two little, three triple six members
Four little, five little, six triple six members
three six mafia
Break bre break bre breakout the dollar and take a bump
Pick out the seeds and spit the blunt
If you wanna get numb froze and slump
If you got what I want won't you give me some
How high can you get on that ?frendly fruit?(frendly fruit?)
How high can you get sippin gin and juice?(gin and juice)
How high can you get sittin next to me?(next to me)
How high can you get on that XTC ? (XTC)
How high can you get on the ball of snow?(ball of snow)
How high can you get wit a Optimo?(optimo)
How high can you get in a bathroom?(bathroom)
How high can you get in a class room?(classroom)
Now how high can you get when you fuck with that 6
Now how high can you get if you take a lil hit
Now how high can you get if you snort a lil bit
Bout as high as you was before you started lil bitch
Now how high can you get if you stomp the whole gram
I could answer that question you'll be as high as I am
Now how high can you get if you of a couple my tail
A designated driver need it cause you goin to jail dont play
Uh, The old Gangsta Boo would run up in yo house (for real)
Blackhaven style put the glock up to ya mouth (klack klack)
I'm trippin like this is an anna song
Crunchy Crazy Azz gotcha trippin on this weed bong
Uh , Uh, Uh, You could trust me
sell you straight weed or some straight P
Lately I've Just been me nigga me nigga hate me
I be smokin on the fuckin bud nigga lately
Now y'all gonna hate up on a thug
Yo yo yo Yeah for real you be high like that,
snortin up the powder pack ,
pure white funky town take me where the chronic at
Tightcamafiacup? filled with hennessy and sprite
for all night hit me up 404 yeah right
uh uh uh Nigga lately on ya fuckin P milli me it be dank weed
Nigga cant you see cant you see
i be stumbilin thumbilin in the fuckin street
I Keep purple stuff all in my cup, 84's when I'm rollin' up
I got them TV screens fallin' down
I Keep purple stuff all in my cup, 84's when I'm rollin' up
Gettin' high ridin' ripped swervin' side to side
Gettin' high ridin' ripped swervin' side to side
On a Sunday afternoon you can see it in my eyes
I been cheifin' like an Indian player this the shit
Ridin' down to the park strip holla'n at a bitch
Put your foot on the brakes then hit the gas and make it flick
Then watch the hoes start lookin' but they can't off in my tint
Cause' its some players out this motherfucker ridin' in the backseat
But before you wanna' get off in my whip you gotta suck me
You got me leainin' to the right you got me leanin' to the left
I done sipped so much syrrrp I might not think I need some help
You mix three fuckin' hoes and a two litre of player
Then you better go get you a freaky little girl
You ask her "Does she smoke weed" and that bicth holla "yes"
She pulled out some cigars and some weed with pruple haze
Then my kinfolks call and say that he got purple drank
And I turned that fuckin' corner headed to the purple drank
(I got, I got) I got them 28's on the Chevy sittin' so high
The plastic cups in the cup holder's gettin' dry
And before I see the bottom ima holla at LL
Cause that means I need a R-E-F-I-L-L
From the, bottom to top nuthin', but that thick
I got, a thick bitch playin', with my dick
And she, done got lit, now she, curious
She lookin' at my dollar wantin' to take a hit
You know, I'm passin' it, long as you actin' right
If she get gonzo im'a smack the daylight
Clean up out the hoe, kick her out the do'
Call up "get high" Chris, go and get some mo'
Feel like a ton already hit me, eh eh
A couple shots and I'm already tipsy
Of this swerve in my cup, swerve in my cup,
This swerve in my cup, swerve in my cup
We popping bottles like it's nobody's bizness
A couple models then come on with me
Of this swerve in my cup, swerve in my cup,
This swerve in my cup, swerve in my cup
Three 6 mafia never been sober, raise your hands if you know you're a...
I keep a bag of kush main with a loud odor
I drink a lot of liquor main till I'm bout
... in my... like a...
Let it eat the ding dong
... 2 shots of jagger,... I never will
... like a fool sip,...
Feel like a ton already hit me, eh eh
A couple shots and I'm already tipsy
Of this swerve in my cup, swerve in my cup,
This swerve in my cup, swerve in my cup
We popping bottles like it's nobody's bizness
A couple models then come on with me
Of this swerve in my cup, swerve in my cup,
This swerve in my cup, swerve in my cup
I must be high, so we in the sky,... looking like a star, that pretty ass plane
Check me out I've been here all day, I... pretty motherfucker actually a shit face
The rock star lifestyle gotta get wasted, force star style I gotta get wasted
The rock star lifestyle gotta get wasted, fuck that I'm las vegas wasted
But I can take it, I can drive...
Might chill in the bar... straight naked
... in that drink, dj... looking like... dang
Feel like a ton already hit me, eh eh
A couple shots and I'm already tipsy
Of this swerve in my cup, swerve in my cup,
This swerve in my cup, swerve in my cup
We popping bottles like it's nobody's bizness
A couple models then come on with me
Of this swerve in my cup, swerve in my cup,
[Intro]
Yeah...
Three 6 Mafia!
Say what? Three 6 Mafia! It's going down
You all know what time it is?
We ain't playin' with ya
In the club in the street...
You all know what time it is?
Get ready for it! Ooohhh!
Step up ready
Yes sir!
[Chorus]
Somebody's gonna get their ass kicked
Somebody's gonna get their wig split
Somebody's gonna get their ass kicked
Somebody's gonna get their wig split
Beat him up, beat him up, break his neck, break his neck (4x)
[Verse 1]
I never been bod', how could I be scared of a man?
I walk through this land like I run this land
Never can you imagine the pain that I bring
If I said I'ma do it in the streets it's the same
It's the K-I-N, G in here
Wildest man in the world and I have no fear
I'm the mean in the mean, the nightmare dream
The root of all evil, the weak fear me, yeah!
[Chorus]
I'm a crazy motherfucker and I'm coming through the door
Quick to whup you up and knock your ass to the floor
Think I'm playin' with ya, but this fist gonna hit ya
Always in the hood, number one wig splitter
Never try to step cause you know you can't compete
Live By Your Rep or get thrown in the street
This boy about to act up, you better call for backup
I'll be the next fool in the hood, bodies stacked up
[Chorus]
Seem I'm a hard hitter
One hitter quitter quitter
Step up to me, little buddy
You steppin' up to a gorilla
I bang your head, dog
Till your head's like eggnog
Don't think I'm scared, dog
Slob on my cat
Cause you know it's fat
Check in with me
And do that
Wait a second freak
I know you from the streets
My nigga Hurry T
Had said you chewed his meat
They call you little red
The one who slobs on head
And drinks a niggas nut
Until you well and fed
To see what she's about
I creaped to her house
To catch her in her blouse
And see how big her mouth
She pulled me to her room
To get the fuckin soon
I didn't have a rubber
I fucked with two balloons
Lay on the bed
That's all she said
Her pussy hairs were rough
Twisted tight in streads
The fucken sounds were tunes
I fucked her with a broom
She rode it like a horse
The blood came rushing soon
When I seen that
I didn't want the cat
So I found out
And never came back
Sucks on dick
Does it real good
Sucks sucks on dick
Does it real good
Sucks on dick
Does it real good
Sucks sucks on dick
Does it real good
My nigga D Magic
Had said he finally got it
The true and false blow
He said he had to have it
Know a little freak
In big ham
Licks up nuts
Like lickin stamps
She'll grant your wishes
Blow you freaky kisses
House full of G's
Freak horse bitches
Had the little freak
In my niggas jeep
Try to spit some game
To get her suck some meat
Lay on the cover
My natural hair she loved it
Stop bitch stop bitch
Please don't touch it
Took her trough some hoods
And let her hoe around
7 street 9 street
And street of walks and brown
Now she's in click
A pro on suckin dick
Until the rugged out
The bitch was smokin bricks
Straight trough the blow pipes
That's all she thought
Runnin from the rehab
[Juicy J]
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me, and do your job
Lay on the bed, and give me head
Don't have to ask, don't have to beg
Juicy is my name
Sex is my game
Let's call the boys, let's run a train
Squeeze on my nuts
Lick on my butt
The natural curly hair, please don't touch
First find a mate
Second find a place
Third find a bag, to hide the ho face
Real name rover
I said bend over
I started to knock, then came the odor
Smelled like mush
Shouldn't had a woosh
Told her to stop, and take a dush
While she did that
I didn't want the cat
So I bounced out and never came back
Suck a nigga dick or something [4x]
My nigga D-Magic
Said he had to have it
I said just forget it, it's too craby
Know a little freak, in Hollywood
Sucks on dick, does it real good
She'll give you money, feel up your tummy
House full of kids, parents all schummy
Once had a down, backyard ground
Hit it from the back
Enjoy the sound
Lay on the cover
Always use the rubber
Till I got caught, fucking with her mother
She blamed it on me
We fought in the street
She pulled out a knife, so I had to flee
Called up the boys
Went to her house
Charged the whole place
Threw the bitch out
Police busted in
Where the niggas at
We left just in time, and never came back
Roll through the hood, waving at the freaks
Who's sniffing all the rocks, and smoking all the geeks
Made another stop
Police station
Saw a few cops
Drove by and sprayed them
Licensee tag number
A nigga said he saw
Bogus all the time
Yeah... This a dance song for all my niggaz in the club
that don't dance... Just be in the back arms folded...
Cap pulled down.. just in tha club scopin eyrthang
Know what I'm sayin?
3 6 mafia.. project pat. bow wow...
wat..its goin down
I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded
Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scopin I'm just
Twistin my body from side 2 side (I'm just)
Twistin my body from side 2 side
I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded
Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scopin I'm just
Twistin my body from side 2 side (I'm just)
Twistin my body from side 2 side
See ho I don't dance (dance)
In the city where I'm from I wear the pants (wear the pants)
These bitches think they cool (cool)
I got the dick so I make the rules (make the rules)
I got a big ol cock (big ol cock)
I love a bitch with a big ol bra (big ol bra)
She love suckin up cum (cum)
I think I'mma give her some (some)
I pull up in tha lambo
Pockets stay on swole
Walk up in da club n ask des hoes wat a hit fo
U no i got da stack on da
If u aint tip tippin u a lame n dats dat
Got dem butterfly doors ridin green on da bak
Wit dem alpine speakers bumpin heavy in da bak
I don no bout trouble evry thang I do is big from tha rocks in my chain to tha cars in tha cribs nigga
I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded
Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scopin I'm just
Twistin my body from side 2 side (I'm just)
Twistin my body from side 2 side
I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded
Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scopin I'm just
Twistin my body from side 2 side (I'm just)
Twistin my body from side 2 side
Twisten my body
Move it to tha muuuusic
Cool lil body dont chu confuuuuse it
We can get toooo it
Hands carouuuusen
Lil cuz got a thang on in there uuuuuse it
Killas on blow insane like a clepto
Maniac project pat
Posted wit my king folks
ridin wit da hood north north to tha worldo
I thought you knew I was the mane (mane) but D-boy off the chain (chain)
Gon walk up to a girl tell a bitch I'm Rick James (James)
Wit the diamonds in my rang (rang) and gold front fangs (fangs)
And you know I'm hood rich means I got a lil change (change)
Wit my thugs from the North cuz I know they got my back
Lookin for some chickens that can work it on the track
I'm just tryin at get a mill I ain't tryna be a mack
Posted up in the club wit a pocket full of crack
I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded
Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scopin I'm just
Twistin my body from side 2 side (I'm just)
Twistin my body from side 2 side
I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded
Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scopin I'm just
Twistin my body from side 2 side (I'm just)
Featuring: Kaleena
I've come to shake my ass
I've come to shake my ass
(Three 6 Mafia)
I've come to shake my ass
I've come to hypnotize my ass
I've come to shake my ass
Need anythin', I'm gonna give it real
Just wanna shake my ass
Mean when I drink cuz I'm onto you
So can I shake my ass?
Meanwhile I shakin' make 'em sing, sing
With the bang, with the bomb, with the bomb
Yeah, a bomb in the club
Fresh off of the crash
Freshen up tail like an old mouse trap
Tell me what it is, how the 88 sound
I'm gonna take you to my crib for a lil' night cap
But then the slap, ghetto clown
Tap, tap, tap to the pretty little gal
Pump and burn to Knicca
Pump and burn to Knicca
Take a little break to hit me, hit me back
Go unless you make it now
Body moving like, there she go
Make me snap, already get me hard
Like high school jock straps
Let's recap
There's nobody 'ro those cute little shorts
If there's that love
If you ain't no tither, you better get drugged
Party shots, like wat, wat?
I've come to shake my ass
Need anythin', I'm gonna give it real
Just wanna shake my ass
Mean when I drink cuz I'm onto you
So can I shake my ass?
Meanwhile I shakin' make 'em sing, sing
With the bang, with the bomb, with the bomb
Once again in the booty club
Trying to get some milk
Imma do what I gotta do, Imma be a bum
Wanna touch, even wanna cut
Down there like a butt
Black and white, mixed like a mutt
Imma frustrate
Imma pimp walking with a limp
Got her to a pinch in my pants
I've got her in a clip held by a chimp
I'm the man when it come to this
So an artist made her hips, it'd make her flip
I prefer a lift of my chopsticks
Oh stop it
Let the dancer take money outta your pocket
She can move it and drop it
With her clothes on, it makes her topless
She a hot girl in her own world
On the spot, girl
Body tease, body all grease like a S curl
My dizzies get my face made kinda sleazy
Pop it, shake that thang girl, please me
I've come to shake my ass
Need anythin', I'm gonna give it real
Just wanna shake my ass
Mean when I drink cuz I'm onto you
So can I shake my ass?
Meanwhile I shakin' make 'em sing, sing
With the bang, with the bomb, with the bomb
I'm a real role figure, lemme tell you what I think
I like women, I like steaks
I like cars with the candy paint
And an iced out booty with an iced out make
I like girls with their goodie-good-good
Woodpeckers peckin' on the woodie-wood-wood
She love a go on the hoodie-hood-hood
Takin' the whole thing like I knew she could
Pimp who?
Baby, you sexy, scratch my back
Bite my lips, just like that
Baby, you sexy, scratch my back
Bite my lips, just like that
I've come to shake my ass
Need anythin', I'm gonna give it real
Just wanna shake my ass
Mean when I drink cuz I'm onto you
So can I shake my ass?
Meanwhile I shakin' make 'em sing, sing
With the bass, with the bomb, with the bomb
On the floor, in the rave
With the bomb, with the bomb
On the floor in the pocket with the bass, drum
Over here, I do my my business like I'm dumb, dumb
I like the way she shake dat jelly, jelly, jelly
jelly, jelly, jelly; jelly, jelly, jelly
I like the way she work dat jelly, jelly, jelly
jelly, jelly, jelly; jelly, jelly, jelly
Where my double Ds at? Where my D cups at?
Where my B cups at? Where my C cups at?
Where my double Ds at? Where my D cups at?
Where my B cups at? Where my C cups at?
Lil' mama so fine dancin' with them big titties
Every nigga wanna save her, every nigga wanna hit it
I'ma take her to the movies, I'ma buy her popcorn
I'ma rub on her booty, I'ma try to pop on
Why you tryin' to act stuck up? Thats fucked up mane
I'ma tell ya shut the fuck up, or what's up mane
Ain't the kind that like to show out, like I got cash
I'm the kind that'll step up, and smack that ass
She like to move that body, she can groove that body
She the finest motherfucker I done seen in the party
I don't know if she got weed, but it's cool with me
I can tell she real ghetto and I love a freak
Probably got a boyfriend, spendin' all his dough
Why he standin' at the bar, she be on the floor
I'ma go and make my move, I got nothin' to lose
Cause I'm a pimp tight nigga from my head to my shoes
Yeah
Seein' some big thangs, layin' all in my frames
I think I'll leave with two cause this clubs off the chain
Where my double Ds at? Where my double Ds at?
Where my bad bitches with the nice Bs and Cs at?
You better believe that
If you really bout some business let me squeeze that
Your pussy print fat, I'll like to see my dick in that
In and out, in and out, up and down, up and down
Let me dig in that, dig that
You're so explicit when you're licking with your lipstick on my dick (dick)
I sit back watching you rubbin' your fingers through your clit (clit)
I really wanna rip this little nasty broad apart (part)
On ecstasy she talkin', sexin' me, my dick on hard (hard)
Me and C already zooted when we walked up in the place (place)
Bitches running up in bunches bending over in our face (face)
And we always going to go at three or four, to the more
Get them full of blow, make them them touch their toes, fuck them in the throat
I like when hos shake that ass
I like when hos love to make cash
I like when hos put it on your ass
I like when hos take me to your stash
So don't you get mad, when she bring that
All that cash, that she grab
from your ass, maggot ass
Let me chirp these fools
Juice got weed Juice got pills
Juice got the work on the corner cutting deals
Juice know you haters out there snitching ain't for real
So Juice got some gang niggas down for the kill
Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field
We never had a job but we sitting on a mill
We ball out in the club wit our niggas staying trill
We never wrote a check just them big face bills
A player drinking Megas, Makas, cranberry vodka
Wearing a mink coat thats furry as Chewbacca
I saw ya main girl and a player had to stop her
Her name wasn't Silkk but her face was The Shocker
The feds taking pictures of us balling but I got 'em
A 7 footer hole for his body we gon' drop 'em
We always on the grind we be watching when they watching
And when they turn they back its the clucka-clucka-rock 'em yeah!
If you boys got beef we can (roll wit it)
In the club or the street we can (go wit it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow wit it}
Crack his head wit a gun (I'ma sho split it)
We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests
Them three fifty seven titanium Smith-N-Wess
And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust
You gonna have hell if you fuck wit us and thats whats up
The whole club we maintain
These hydrashock bullets mushroom in ya brain
We in bed with the med we give 'em something to do
Cause clown ass niggas love to act a fool
My hood is real nigga my hood ain't fake
My hood is home nigga everything straight
My hood will rob you with mask on they face
My hood will do it to put food on they plate
My hood ain't tame dog they wanna jump fool
My hood they hang together they all jump you
And if you don't believe me then come to my hood
I got them rainbow colors in my cup
Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck
That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed)
That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed)
Sippin on syrup cause I love to lean
I'm high as fuck cause I'm puffin green
And I got more enfedimines then Eckers and Walgreens
I get high, as I park my, park my drop on the curb
I'm smokin on that blueberry yeah I gots that good herb
And when you come to H-town just hit me on the phone (Hello)
And I'ma come and pick yall up and we gone smoke and zone (Where yall at)
Cause you know I got that good weed and I got that purple drank
Its one twenty for an eighth and two forty for a pint
I got money in the bank so I ball like that
Got 20's on my car, on my car like that
Hit them all like that we ball like that
I'll fuck yo hoe and wont call her back
That's how we do it baby
I gotta keep it real
Oops my bad I'm like Bun B I gotta keep it trill
And I don't pop no pills
I drop, I drop my trunk
So you can see my neon light and hear them speakers bump (Boom-Boom)
They call me Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip) I'm leanin to the left
I'm like the yin-yang twin, sippin this sippin this syrup by myself
I got them rainbow colors in my cup
Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck
That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed)
That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed)
I'm zoned up and seein double
Plus everything that I seein is already double
So that's like four of you motherfuckers
I'm leanin like I'm standin in a muddle puddle
And berry, berry, got me wantin a hashbrown ounce this ounce this huddle
I let the seat back in my lac and take another sip
Then screw the top off of my bottle take this blunt and dip
Off in the syrup, my nigga ask me help me, help me for
I said you really wanna get high then this here will serve
What them girls really know about that yellow tuss, tuss
Or them rainbow colors all mixed in a cup
That'll make your dick hard when you ready to fuck
I bet your momma told you bitch you better not fuck wit us
We some cool type niggaz, all we do is smoke
And we sip on syrup, sittin on the front porch
Till we get real dizzy fall down on the floor
And if I get myself dippin, dippin on some more
I got them rainbow colors in my cup
Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck
That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed)
Man let me tell you something
Man let me tell you something
Man this girl was sucking my dick so good the other day
That she would tell me just let it go,just let it go
Man i just ran off all in her mouth!
I'ma get my chief on {chief on}
While she suck my ding dong {ding dong}
Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong}
Hard on like king kong {king kong}
I'ma get my chief on {chief on}
While she suck my ding dong {ding dong}
Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong}
Hard on like king kong {king kong}
Put cha dick in her mouth
Gimmie head til I'm dead
Put cha dick in her mouth
Gimmie head til I'm dead
Put cha dick in her mouth
Gimmie head til I'm dead
Put cha dick in her mouth
Gimmie head til I'm dead
This is how a playa
Get and take a little slut to crystals
I be fuckin on they mama
Then I'm going for their sister
Treat them hoes like I'm they father
But you know a nigga outta
Make them hoes remain in check up
Whoop they ass like jerry lawler
Yes we 'posed to dick em dick em
Drop their drawers and take their lichen
When I'm on the yellow syrup
I like to fuck off in the kitchen
Got a bitch with one big holie
I call her one of my rolie rolies
Foolest girls is always down
When the party starts they rollin
Free bitch eat bitch
Everybody need this
Let her suck yo balls while all up
But don't kiss
Never last long
So enjoy it for the morning
Boostnies and line
Nigga come on let me bone it
Hit it from the back or the side
Hear her moaning
Knew it you a fly hitter
Have a nigga enjoyin it
I'ma in my verse
I'ma take it nice and simple
She'll suck yo dick til it's sharp like a pencil
I'ma get my chief on {chief on}
While she suck my ding dong {ding dong}
Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong}
Hard on like king kong {king kong}
I'ma get my chief on {chief on}
While she suck my ding dong {ding dong}
Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong}
Hard on like king kong {king kong}
Put cha dick in her mouth
Gimmie head til I'm dead
Put cha dick in her mouth
Gimmie head til I'm dead
Put cha dick in her mouth
Gimmie head til I'm dead
Put cha dick in her mouth
Gimmie head til I'm dead
Some they like to suck the helmets
Some they like to lick the sides
Some they break out with the ice
Some they sip up with the cold blind
Some they look in yo eyes
Some they turn around and hide
Then say it is their first time
Of their best dick suckin time
Some bitches enjoy the taste
Some they squirt it in they face
I like the mouths
Like the tounge
Or fucking with that bitches tonsils
Some they eat pussy too
Some do him and do you
Some can eat the whole pie
Some they gagging all night
See first I'm gonna buy me a cold two liter
To mix about seven ounces of thick purple leaner
And then I'm gonna pick up that little freak named christina
Hold that bitch a cup and have her throw it on the scener
Slammed down on riverside driving carolina
Park and banged that bitch on the ass from the back seater
She love to taste shit so this bitch she start to eat her
I pull that boy out and on her face with the creamer BLAH!
I'ma get my chief on {chief on}
While she suck my ding dong {ding dong}
Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong}
Hard on like king kong {king kong}
I'ma get my chief on {chief on}
While she suck my ding dong {ding dong}
Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong}
Hard on like king kong {king kong}
Put cha dick in her mouth
Gimmie head til I'm dead
Put cha dick in her mouth
Gimmie head til I'm dead
Put cha dick in her mouth
Gimmie head til I'm dead
Put cha dick in her mouth
Prophet posse, the posse bitch
It's mafia time
Lord infamous' mind
It just ain't stable
My actions are even more shocking and dockin'
Than murder between kane and abel
So stick 'em up
Everybody catch the ground
Cause i come from the city of memphis
It's a rowdy town
Well it's time for them prophets
Ain't no turning trick
Ah, you fucked up with the wrong kind
Ghetto boo bitch
Comin' at yo ass
Takin' over 97 this mrs. gangsta bitch
Married to this damn prophet shit
Watch how i pull these bitches
And you know the scareman's blastin' teflon's hit yo' feelin's
Nigga, i'll be damned if i'm gon' miss you
Gaurds of task, so you best react
Cause the prophets are sprayin' motherfuckin' gats when i blast
When i blast
Them niggas on they back
Excuse me sir
Can i get that card or that drivers' license
I need some two scoops
But not the raisin' of the wisest
Nicest, the feel of my body gets conset like tyson
Roll them dices
Killin' my brain cells
But fuck it
We sacrificin' blow that shit
It's that nigga that you love to hate
Deep in the north
Is where i stay, the one notorious juicy j
I fold ya dogs an chop you away
And get real high to this hear track
Buck wild as hell is how we act
The prophet posse is on the attack
So what you haters watch your back
There's no game that i'll play
With your bullshit niggas
Say what your ganna say
But a nigga will kill you
If you disrespect
Then nigga you'll feel me
And i dwell in hell
Catch a nigga like, feel me
Some of these niggas on that doe
Some of these niggas on that hay
What you say, what you say hoe
Negro indo crackin' them swishers daily
It's incredible, incredible, from the car
To the block in the motherfuckin' ghetto
Cheefin' in a meadow
When i'm kickin' a line, i rhyme, every god damn time
Niggas that come to me (??) attention
Brothers and prophet the posse
Cause the killa roc and never stoppin' roll in a viper
Niggas that like to be droppin' (droppin')
Juicy with the two nine, paul with the forty
Motherfuckers on a paperchas, yeah
Killa from three 6, k-roc don't play
Don't play with me baby
We makn' moves in this rap industry
Like a magician
A legion of neighborhood niggas on a mission
For paper, project, my lyrics tight
Like a virgin
My lips ignite the mic, cause they get hype
Now every since I could remember I been poppin my collar
Poppin poppin my collar, Poppin poppin my collar
Every since I could remember I been working this hoes
And they betta put my money in my hand
I know you sick of the sicker when you see the rims thicker
The paint dripper, the ice in my range glitter
I straight strip her, the cheese like pancake-ah
Rollin' for cheese like the leaves in my handbreak-ah
Project Pat ah tracting dime pieces-ah
Dirty South-Ah, french braid, gold teeth-ah
I'm out here making sense cause I'm out here making dollars
I keep a fast bro dawg and I pop collars
She's just another hoe that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well go on head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper something in her ear if I could
Yeah Yeah Gettin my country on WHAT! x4
Yeah this how we do aight?
I don't pop collars, I pop niggaz in the collar
Pop niggaz 'til they holla, Pop niggaz for that dollar
Pop now he can't swallow, Won't be no more bitin
With a nigga gold gone, there gonna be no more fightin
Missed it nigga? I eat life, I shit death
Get down and go hard 'til ain't shit left
Break niggaz pockets, Rake niggaz pockets
Y'all niggaz know the deal, make niggaz stop it
Anything get said about dawg, get said behind dawg back
Cause y'all know how the dawg act
Light to the dawg without hittin a switch
Got 'em screamin sound like I'm hittin a bitch, AIGHT?!?
Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery
A lot of dudes swear they play man they some fake-ry
Let me catch a girl up out some work and in my sight
And believe I'm gon be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight
I'm tryin to get paid however money is made
Alot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
But me I ain't no pimp, I just love to borrow
Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model fa real
Well you know me by the Juice man hangin out with big trees
Standin on tha porch, drinkin liquor, drunk, smokin weed
Trying to get a paycheck, but work force ain't came yet
Now every since I could remember I been popping my collar
Popping popping my collar, popping, popping my collar
Every since I could remember I been working this hoes
And they betta put my money in my hand
Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery
A lot of dudes swear they play man they some fackery
Let me catch a girl up out some work in mah site
And believe I'm gon' be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight
I'm trying to get paid however money is made
A lot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
But me I ain't no pimp, I just love to borrow
Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model fa real
Well you know me by the Juice man hanging out with Big Keith
Standing on tha porch, drinking liquor, drunk, smoking weed
Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain't came yet
Thats why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet
So I could get paid and relax in the shade
And say fuck a nine to five cuz a nigga tired of slaving
It's never easy for a playa in tha hood on tha come up
If I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up
She's just another hoe that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well go on head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper something in her ear if I could
I got some hoes out there bringing ya boy back some good
That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood
Ain't having to shout at no motherfucking slut
You know I'm acting bitch make cut a fucking rug
You better get out there and get my money in the woods
I'ma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug
You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what
Yeah mayne, yeah mayne
These motherfuckin suckers up in here playin these motherfuckin games man
Ain't nuttin but a hoe-ass nigga man and you know it~!
Put your finger on his motherfuckin fo'head and push that sucker head back man
And tell that nigga man, tell that nigga
You a - HOEEEEE, nigga - HOEEEEE
Nigga - HOEEEEE, nigga - HOEEEEE
You a - HOEEEEE, nigga - HOEEEEE
Nigga - HOEEEEE, nigga - HOEEEEE, here's what'cha do!
Play wit'cha Playstation, play wit'cha Playstation
Play wit'cha Playstation, play wit'cha Playstation
Don't play with me boy (no sir) don't play with me boy (no sir)
Don't play with me boy (no sir) don't play with me boy (no sir)
Niggaz think that I need 'em, I'm the one that feed 'em
I'm the one that lead 'em, I'm the one that freed 'em
Nothin can subtract from me I make a hundred thousand daily
Niggaz thinkin that they hurtin me, I'm the one that's payin me
This ain't one man to grow on, real niggaz keep this in mind
Never cash yo' pearls from off these snakes, and these fuckin swines
Show less than necessary, keep these fakers off in the dark
Half off these niggaz ain't happy for ya, over half wanna see you robbed
Try to get yo' hook up, course you have to get your connect
They ain't heard of the word love, they ain't heard of the word respect
Never let 'em know what'chu got, don't work with friends, use enemies
Bitch you wanna be me? Hoe don't play me
You actin like you hard, and you say what you done robbed (hell naw!)
You say you from the hood, and you claimin all the parts (hell naw!)
I heard you sold a little dope but then I heard you didn't (hell naw!)
I know you on the dog food, cause that's why you was itchin (hell naw!)
They say you just a lil' bitch, a look can be deceivin (hell naw!)
They say you carry a big gun, but I don't believe that either (hell naw!)
And every girl you talk you make as if you knocked it up (hell naw!)
Is you 16 on down, nigga what the fuck? (Naw!)
I know you gotta make some ends, lie and shit to impress your friends
Say you own a big boy Benz, did 20 years in pen
Flaugin like you own own, flaugin cause you known known
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Don't Don't Don't fuck with me
But if a sucka think North Memphis are psychos
You betta hide or somethin
Cause we tossin dynamite
Rat tat tat
No I'm not that nigga that be hugged up with you, but
I'm tha one walkin away
With your mouth on my nuts
Let's take a trip to east high
And talk about a bitch
Who claims she's a model
But I think I heard she suckin dick
Always talkin bout what she can and gonna do
But I prefer the freaky bitch to lay me down and chill
If a nigga see you in a hallway they all say
Put the hoe out the house out the way
Juicy J is the type a nigga that your hoes don't wanna dis
White Haven target bitch
Take a sip of my piss
And to that other stupid bitch that go to Ferly
With the natural curly
Who was and giving non of that burly
Come to my crib and maybe yet you can come to the hideout
And let a nigga fuck it inside
(I gotta) Come in my shorts
Dog with gold fangs in the strip
Searching for a girl who works at Captain Dee's
Talkin shit who said I did nothin for her mayn
You's a fuckin slut
I'm not that nigga that be wit cha all hugged up
Bitch
Freaky thing to these hoe's
Think they cold
Gold diggers
Always on a niggaz nuts
Always try to juice a nigga
(Buy me this, Buy me that)
Bitch I can't buy you jack
But I got these
For a broom and some Jimmy hats
If you wanna play around and tease
I don't want the cat
Dropped her off
Called up another fuckin hood rat
This is the girl
My nigga said had a deadly fight
Lights took them drunk
As the skunk comes out at night
Creepin through Cherokee
Real slow low key
Standin in the driveway
Now its time for a nigga like me
To get the bitch to do me up
Chew me up
Real sweet
Slob on the knob
You niggaz know the master piece
Once again
On the hoe stroll
Tryin to lay hoe
To a stupid dike lookin bitch
23 years old
Working at Sam's Type Casino
Maybe lady luck
It was one saturday night in june now i clearly remember
I seen this whore that i met in december
The bitch didn't wanna give me no play
But she heard us at the concert the other day
Now the shit about to fall in place
I just seen her rode bye with a smile on her face
Tiltin my hat makin sure it's in place
Hopin i'll be the next nigga to taste her pace
That motherfuckin lot round the strip grippin on my dick haters don't
Trip
Got a muthfuckin 40 cal in the spot ready for a nigga that think i'm
Gone slip
Chevy thang, slow, clean, chrome face, glod d's
Bitches ridin up in my shit man i'm tellin these hoes please
I had to speak to soon her comes a hoe
Nigga she got game
First thing she ask me was whats my name
And i'm ridin in that chevy thang
She knows goddamn well who i am
But since she wanna playa hate in response i was tellin the hoe my name
Was davante
Swing now the muthafucka ditchin
Playa like me tryin to get down in it
Gotta keep it key low with the hoe
In the muthafuckin "pala with the windows tinted playa
I got this wild and bout it bitch
Just give me two days to hit the shit
Beter get your exercise on the third day
I'm in it to deep to get out now
They always told me death was the only way out
I'm sittin' up all night
I can't ever rest my head
How will my family take it if i ended up dead
There was a man who approached me every night
When i was reasting fast asleep
He tried to get into my mind
And he promised me power beyond my wildest dreams
He said he could take me away from the suffering, begging, and life of
A teen
So i had to agree
Theres one catch you must worship throughout the centuries
But i really didn't know he'd be better off
I'm tired of the pain and the crew my brother
He game me things
He promised me
But i got no need i will suffer forever
I'm tired of wrong brotherless powers are much to strong
Oh so bad i want to move on
But if i do my soul is gone
Liars (??) hatas, all murderas, adulterers, and thieves
What you don't know
Is that you're walkin' in the same shoes with me
(??) for seekin' is all i see
He sit close to me
He said victoria secrets
Fills up the air
Perfume smells so fucked up
Auick right here with a stare
Buck doggystyle then the chair
Turned her on her stomach as she
Moanin' from the motion
If you ready for this to get (??)
Koop finna to come a little bit closer
Rolled her on her chest before the sound went pop
Then i reached for my heart
Oh my god koopsta just been robbed
I hope you feel me
I'm playin' naked
Lookin' at the ceilin'
And bloddy me just hear more (?) from the koopstas
I'm in it to deep
To escapre this kind of drama
Got crossers, playa hatas, and fakers, that equals problems
Today in this day and time
You can't read nobody's mind
These smiles turn to frowns
When they see a playa on the rise
On top of the world
Just a lookin' down and laughin' at'cha
I'll never be popular
Like that 2pac "i ain't mad at'cha"
So baby beware
This game of life is like do or die
It's hell on this earth
The only thing that's missin' is the fire
Come on baby tell me is it something that your eyes can't see
Or are you just blind
To the fact that you in it too deep
Yeah, i know what'cha mean
I had to stand on my ground
To get on the scene
Just me and brother down in the stuggle
Gettin' out seve on to the friends
And after dark
Deep in the park
Them doped up fiends will start
To light the pipe all through the night
I used to wonder what god
Please help the poor come off of their feet
Cuz there was nothin' to eat
Didn't want to jack or rob
A brother had to maintain the streets
Off in the projects
Wasn't lathargic
Cause i was tryin' to get out
Who can you tust
I had to be tough
I never ran my mouth
My and my crew would constantly hit the brew
A natural high
How can you make it in this world
But to try of die
1991 was the year 901
Was the area code
3-8 double 1-6 was the zip
Code of all the rows of road
Now let my story be told
A yong buck droppin' on in a school house
But not to learn off in the tenth grade
Tryin't o come up at last
Like a total outcast
Off all them songs i done made
Bumpin' my underground tapes
Up and down the hall
The dj paul wasn't no damn thang
But then my dogs
Tony and shista asked me to join a gang
Theat ain't me man
But hangin' around them fools
I had to get down and join a click, see
Cause i made so many enemies
From the clicks off in my city
Now if i told you what gang it was
Then to you i will seem more than down
But if i told you what gang i'm in
I can only do a show off in my own town
But it's all goody good
Much love to the thugs in my hood
And in my city much respect
I'm wit'cha for life
And as you could bet
Three 6 Ma-fi-UHH~! Good Charlotte
Hypnotize Minds, dat executive
Some real shit man, let's drop it
Let's go!
You know I can't live my life, workin no 9 to 5
No matter what they say, I'm doin it my own way
Cause time ain't on my side, and they don't understand
Forget what people say, I'm doin it my own way
So many shysters in my ears fool, tryin to pop it
On my new fame, they will put new hands in my pocket
Standin in the rain buck in hand man, about to cock it
I take another one they wanna be up out the rocket
I cain't understand why they even wanna see me broke
Wanna see me choke off my own blood from cuttin my throat
I always wanted the money fame wasn't worth my while
That's why I wore a mask on the front of "Mystic Stylez"
But one night in March, {?} my life changed in a sec
Whether for better or for worse I can't answer that yet
But I'll go to the pen before I lose my ends
Murder one, one of you hoes tryin to get me for my Benjamins
In the field, it's real, slip up, get killed
Get robbed, get stuck, get messed off in a deal
These kids, are gone, on meth, and pills
That's why, I pack, I carry, the steel
I'm posted, in the hood, got green, I'm good
Trap house, no doubt, is where, I stood
Got guap, got hot, 'til shop, got popped
These snitches, time cuts, it won't, ever stop
The times ain't gon' change change long as cocaine 'caine
Goes up the nose nose fries a nigga brain brain
See 'em in the mornin time tryin to catch a train train
Back out on the block (block) doin the same thang thang
Everytime i feel this shit, i'm motivated
Not only do we flow this shit, we demonstrate it
We come to far to turn back now, i hope we make it
But everytime them prophets fly, i'm motivated
Back in the days
I used to get down
Pockets on e
I can't do nothin' but frown
Feelin' my belly and don't come around
Had to be pushin' that bope by the pound
Go with da folk that be pullin' a bitch
Not to popular now you know you're the shit
Fuckin' with reala
That know you're legit
Pushin' that shit that you shoot in your wrist
Had ot be down about makin' my grip
Pumpin' the beat
Hopin' the needle won't skip
Nukin' a dinner while flippin' the script
Niggas still trippin' still runnin' they lip
Now they just comin' in larger amounts
Then i stack them in my bank account
This is for half of your ass watch it bounce
Motivation for my power and clout
20 years old
Ridin' in a 80,000 dollar viper
Better watch out for the snipers
They be bumpin' our tapes
But they really don't like us
Why must some local bustas try to dis me
When they don't even know me
Not knowin' i'll run up on they ass
With a motherfuckin' mac
Kill em' all off slowly
I'm tryin' to keep my cool, keep my cool
Cause i got plenty to lose
My fuckin' surroundings be another nigga singin' the blues
So how i keep's myself on top of things and motivate
I quickly erase all you hoes that be playa hatin'
For you motherfuckin' niggas
For you motherfuckin' hoes
Stayin' real as ca be
On my fuckin' ten toes
Never be the one to fall
I'm rising oh so quickly
I know you hate me
But i'm gon' stay motivated
This crazy lady
Don't give a fuck bout' what you say
It don't mean shit
Maybe cause i'm stackin' cheese
And you ain't stackin' nothin' but dicks
Including you niggas too
You be ridin' on dicks
I know you do
I'm stayin' on top of my game
I'll be number one so nigga fuck you
This music game is gonna drive me insane
It's all about figures
Cause when you're dealin' with heavy stakes
Somethin' gon' brake or get injured
Niggas talkin' bout' paying dues
I got the bruises to prove it
Did everything a nigga could do
To make it in the game of rap music
But still everytime i try to make a move some mothefuckers always
Gotta doubt
And then them very same niggas don't know what the fuck they talkin'
Bout'
Keepin' the faith up on my plate
Was the reflection of my face
Ya this Lil Wyte layin' it down for that ACP
We 'bout to throw these boys in a motherfuckin mosh pit
For those of y'all who don't know what a mosh pit is
It's just a bunch of drunk, ignorant motherfuckers
gettin' the shit whooped out of 'em to some music, you know what I'm sayin?
Throw 'em in the mosh pit!
Stomp 'em in the mosh pit!
Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit!
Its the Juice, up in the club
So raise your set high in the air and show me love
We drinkin' beer, we smokin' pere
Its just alive and three 6 mafia in your ear
We sippin' syrup, you might get hurt
We snatchin' bitches beatin' 'em down in the dirt
We dumpin' fur, we throwin' chairs
So if you scary get your ass up out of here
Now show them golds, and swing them bows
Take your shirt off and commence to whippin' hoes
We got that danger, built for a stranger
Your boys scared to fuck with us but I don't blame 'em
They swingin' knives, they poppin' guns
Roll with them punches motherfucker don't run
Swing back (swing back!), pop back (pop back!)
Clear the room motherfucker like click click (boom!)
Here I come, an only son
I'm goin' straight out the ghetto to number one
I'm gettin' higher, I'm on fire!
So all you haters better get ready to retire
I'm on the scene, I keep it mean
I went from having no chedder to bling bling
I got some ice, I'm never nice
And I'm a killer so don't make me say it twice
Straight out of Memphis, can I get a witness?
And I be lookin for the chickens with the thickness
I'm here forever, any kind of weather
You say you don't take advice you fuckin' better
My anger swellin', my hate it dwellin'
I might be naughty or nice there ain't no tellin'
My mind trash, I'm about to blast
Not even a hero can save your fuckin' ass!
See the Lil Wyte, I'm from the bay
I do not play, you best of prayed
This is my time, I'm 'bout to blind
I'm smokin' pine, I am so high
I'm 'bout to ride, best not collide
'Cuz if I see you I'm creepin' up from behind
You better hide, you on my side
You in my hood and I know I'm up in your mind
I'll break it down, just like a pound
Of some of the prettiest gally that you done found
I am the man, you are a lame
I'll fuck you up worst than the effect of a plane
This is the real, don't like the feel?
Then get back off in the kitchen where you can chill
I roll with killers, and drug dealers
And all the others I kick it with 'bout their scriller
Throw 'em in the mosh pit!
Yo this is Chris Steve from Saliva comin' at you
I'm bumpin' this Unbreakables motherfucker
You can't even get with this shit
You can't handle it
You can't even fuckin taste this motherfucker
You know what, 'cuz this dick is in your god damn mouth bitch!
The money I made didn't change me, nigga it changed you
I stayed the same through my wealth, but take a look at you
Back in the days I went to school wit ya, too cool wit ya
But seems like now I can't fool wit ya
Back in the days I went to school wit ya (Ya hear me)
Like blood brothers I was cool wit ya (Ya feel me)
I remember times I carried tools wit ya (I clapped)
But now days I can't fool wit ya (I swear)
You said I started to act funny (I can't see it)
Since I made me some money (You believe it)
It wasnt no problem when I gave it to you (I know)
But since I quit I'm in the wrong to you (Thats low)
It ain't my fault that I kept chasin my dreams
You claimed you couldnt see the woods, because of too many trees (You dummy)
And dispite impossibilities (You know)
I turned to all impossibilities (For sho')
But that ain't keepin it real in yo mind (I see)
I gotta feed yo family and mine (Nigga please)
I hate so bad that can't keep pleasin (Keep Samplin)
I guess everything happens for a reason (Shit happens)
I can't call you everyday, I got studio and shows
You always want some money but ain't never wrote no flows
You think I gotta put you in all our videos
And every time I buy something you want some C notes
You think you outta quit your job and come and work for me
So you can sit on your ass and get paid for free
So if you sit down and give this shit a little thought
You the one thats actin funny so I cut your water off
Some people hate that Project Pat and Juicy J on the spot
We pay cash for our cars that we push off the lot
Back in the say they use to say this rappin shit was a flop
But we done made our Mil tickets now they jealous and hot
Dont get mad, ghetto niggaz went from rags to riches
Straight outta North Side High now we stackin and pimpin
I ain't forgot about the hood, cause the hood is still in me
Featuring: Gucci Mane, Keri Hilson
(Chorus)
I'll be your prescription
Come and take a dose of me
Once you get a dose of me
You'll think that I'm your medicine
(Gucci Mane) My medicine
(Keri Hilson) Your medicine
(Gucci Mane) My medicine
(Keri Hilson) Your medicine
(Gucci Mane) Your my medicine
(Keri Hilson) I'm ya medicine
(Gucci Mane) I think I need I think I need I think I need my medicine
(Verse 1)
Girl u sumthin like a loratab
Sumthin that I gota have
Run on out for I cut myself
I gota check into rehab
Her sex is like a zane
When I need a clean half
Took off the latex
And made me drop my refast
I think it got me under
Hell got me like my head back
It's sumthin bout that thing you do
When you do what you do to the ?
Holdin on my pyrex
Pounds of that guttah mile
Trynaa slice that special k
Baby you blow my mind
Girl u impressive
Put me to sleep like different dreams
Sooth me
Girlfrien got the best of me like extacy
You n me
We will always be
Nuthin else compares
N u down like air fares
Stay under me like a wheel chair
(Chorus)
Shawty u my insulin
Baby you my insulin
I think I need my think I need my think I need my medicine
Shawty u my insulin
Baby you my insulin
I think I need my think I need my think I need my medicine
Shawty u my insulin
Baby you my insulin
I think I need my think I need my think I need my medicine
I'll be your prescription
Come and take a dose of me
Once you get a dose of me
You'll think that I'm ya medicine
(Gucci Mane) My medicine
(Keri Hilson) Your medicine
(Gucci Mane) My medicine
(Keri Hilson) Your medicine
(Gucci Mane) Your my medicine
(Keri Hilson) I'm ya medicine
(Gucci Mane) I think I need I think I need I think I need my medicine
(Verse 2)
Gotta get with it
Really wana hit it
So damn thick
I kno I split it
Stopped at tha liquor store bought me a fifth
And sum magnun rubbers with the XX fitted
Yea we party
Yea we kick it
Throwin out money like sum might call trickin
I'm jus tryna get rid of this cash
I ain't gota job
I work in the kitchen
(Keri Hilson) Work in the kitchen?
Yea I work in the kitchen
I ain't makin rolls or kentucky fried chicken
I'm like a bakery whippin these pies
Thas how a dboy make his livin
(Keri Hilson) Make his livin?
Yea makin a livin
Always in the club boy stop pimpin
Baby I keep my head on the low low
Stop real slow by two three women
If you curious
Let's get serious
Don't play games
N don't play delirious
If you thinkin bout makin lil bit of change
(Keri Hilson) Iono bout that
R u on yo period
We can get cheese
N we can get even
You ain't gota eat with me
You can be a vegan
Look real sexy n work in the streets
N in the summer time
Take off for the season
(Chorus)
Shawty u my insulin
Baby you my insulin
I think I need my think I need my think I need my medicine
Shawty u my insulin
Baby you my insulin
I think I need my think I need my think I need my medicine
Shawty u my insulin
Baby you my insulin
I think I need my think I need my think I need my medicine
I'll be your prescription
Come and take a dose of me
Once you get a dose of me
You'll think that I'm ya medicine
(Gucci Mane) My medicine
(Keri Hilson) Your medicine
(Gucci Mane) My medicine
(Keri Hilson) Your medicine
(Gucci Mane) Your my medicine
(Keri Hilson) I'm ya medicine
Yup! Three 6 Mafia!!
Featuring Project Pat, young D, let's go
Lolli lolli lolli lolli, let me see you pop that body
Lolli lolli lolli lolli, let me see you pop that body
Chocolate lolli, cherry lolli
'Nilla lolli, pink lolli
Red hot, red hot
Red hot hot
Let that lolli pop - oooooooh; let that lolli pop - oooooooh
Let that lolli pop - oooooooh; let that lolli pop - oooooooh
Now lawdy lawdy lawdy (lawdy) please Lord have some mercy (mercy)
This girl is throwin Judy (Judy) I think she 'bout to hurt me (hurt me)
See she went front to back (back) then she went side to side (side)
I'm throwing blanky jankies (jankies) I think I need a ride (ride)
One pocket full of pills (pills) and a little bag of that cola (cola)
The other one full of weed (weed) and a semi auto pistol-a (tol-a)
See I ain't no dancin dude (dude) but I can lean like a cholo (cholo)
See ma you go with me cause I can't beat not goin home solo (solo)
Ya dig?
They call me the Juice when I'm at strip club
I put down a hundred or a du-uh-uh-uhhhb
It don't matter to a player I'm a stu-uh-uh-uhhhd
Cause when I leave the club I'ma fu-uh-uh-uhhhck
You can ride with the mayne if he givin up the brain
Little scared to ride wit'cha I don't even know your name
There's a whole lotta room in the front of the Range
Like Barack Obama said yeah it's time for a change
Pull over on the roll on the back seat (back seat)
Pop that body now you got me (got me)
You a fine chick kinda classy (classy)
Said her name was Ten now I'm grabbin (grabbin)
Cuz she got grip on the whip
With her big round booty with the silicone tits
Shit she bouncin on my lap and she tryin to own six
I whispered in her ear "Yeah (It's Hard For a Pimp)"
All my ladies with a body, put yo' hands in the URR
Youse a good lookin hottie, put yo' hands in the URR
Project Pat, lookin for a model, poppin that booty, I'ma pop bottles
Your girl's a cutie, know she gargles, don't get me wrong, I keep them hollows
Shorty hot, watch her rock, let me see that lolli pop
Body rock, don't you stop, I love the way that booty drop
Sideways, front back, up and down I like that
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga, it's nuttin' but thug
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga it's nuttin' but thug
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga, it's nuttin' but thug
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga it's nuttin' but thug
I'll knock the black off yo ass
I'll knock the black off yo ass
I'll knock the black off yo ass
I'll knock the black off yo ass
The main nigga on the block
Where it's hot fuckin' shit
I'll be the main muthathafucka
So ya dead in a hitch
Bullet led to his throat
Let two off in his head
Wuz he scared? Dead 'cuz of me
'Cuz of wut he said
Copasted I keep copastedic
Means I'm too the hood
Coper led in my automatic
When I'm in yo hood
Wish you would try to flex boss
Pistol in my dwars
Hollywood North Memphis boss
Muthafucka lossed
If he real he could talk street
Still because of me
I keep real bustin' wit dat heat
Off of da one beat on yo toes
Bleeding out yo noes
Got the posse home
Dat's a roll you in hospital
Pull off on yo hoes
Check 'em in wit a shitty bitch
You get out and spread
You gonna mend me some dam ends
Make yo self look bad, do it bad
But don't hop along
My nigga is home when I shoot
Through yo fuckin' chrome
Bullets gone be home
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga, it's nuttin' but thug
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga it's nuttin' but thug
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga, it's nuttin' but thug
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga it's nuttin' but thug
I'll knock the black off yo ass
I'll knock the black off yo ass
I'll knock the black off yo ass
I'll knock the black off yo ass
10 G's get yo ass blowed off
And yo mama heww hewn
And yo daddy and yo ma-in-law
20 G's will get yo ass chopped up
Like some rondavu, BBQ tips
Like we don't give a fuck
30 G's will get you thrown in a river
Split it wit yo niggas
They probably would rid wit us
50 G's would get yo gold takin' out
Till they mentioned yo name
They say, man, don't know wut you talkin' 'bout
You could get yo ass pistoled whip
Wit a 9 or a 45 or a Heni Fith
We play dirty till we die
Nigga, get yo throat slit
We could stomp you to the ground
Then fold off a clip
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga, it's nuttin' but thug
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga it's nuttin' but thug
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga, it's nuttin' but thug
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga it's nuttin' but thug
I'll knock the black off yo ass
I'll knock the black off yo ass
I'll knock the black off yo ass
I'll knock the black off yo ass
You could talk about this
You could talk about that
But if I catch you talkin'
I'ma beat you wit da bat
Do you sumthin' wrong
Nigga, how you like dat
I thought I saw a putty cat
I thought I saw a cat
These are my goods
Tryin' to see my stash
But if I catch you peepin'
Nigga, dat's yo ass
You the type of nigga
That'll keep on comin' back
So I'ma gone kill ya
Leave you dead where you at
I think they better call Bush
'Cuz it's a national disasta
When I unleash my pistol
Grip push masta wit me alone
I got dubs and drums
100 round spita, you can't hide
You can't run, I'ma snipa
Riddn' in a blue Chevy
A trunk full of guns, man
You hoes ain't ready
Kill a bitch like Freddy
And a Betty Edward Jones
In the middle of the night
Wake 'em up wit wit red saint
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga, it's nuttin' but thug
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga it's nuttin' but thug
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga, it's nuttin' but thug
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga it's nuttin' but thug
I'll knock the black off yo ass
I'll knock the black off yo ass
I'll knock the black off yo ass
Jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous ass bitches!
Jealous ass bitches!
Jea, Jea, jealous ass bitches! jealous ass bitches!
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!
My killas and playas
We gotta hear the speaker upon a certain subject tho
These niggas hatas so they talk shit bout us to our hoes
They talk shit tryna put salt in our peeing
These niggas being
Some hating bitches but not seein
We goin after you enemies
Anger is all in me
Graspin another clip
Infared and feel these
Cross outs
Or get tossed out
On that pizzacks
Slammed to the pavement
For a fizz (JEALOUS!)
Never really cool wit me
Hoes ya gotta put em up
Backstabbers and downers hold ya down but bitch im
bout some commers
Puttin them guns up
For ya lame
Take no charges for ya man
Toe to toe witcha hoe
No problem man we can swang bang Bitch!
Well I be damned
Its ScareCrow, and Goddy Cally, Tomontana and Hafa
We choppin off ones on these fuckin ass bitches cuz
they ain't got shit else to offer, Baraka
I'm only 5"5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa
I can't get a post, the copper so close
Less evil down here by tha dock cuz they think they some coners
But in a lil while you fuck niggas gone need some blood doners
We ridin through India launcher
Put dirt in they launcher
They dead on the corner we comin real loca
I tell ya the nigs in my click man we comin real loca
They stayin real blow on tha snow
Always Coca Cola... but not the kind in the can
The kind in the drank cooler or in the drink stand
These niggas got faith in they strap like a crucifix
Run on there knees like the purist christian
And niggas in mafia land do not give a damn matter you penny or brands
We dont have to been that great cuz its no smoking the
store Kalicofalilo? check yo collar
A nova gettin money lendin niggas pimp by the Boo
They want me to smile but steady I frown
Aint nothin but gangsta up in me fool
For what its worth im takin you bitches main
Niggaz and dollars he's whinnin diamond his lady
So let that steam out yo collar
And face reallity
You cant compare when it come to misses Boo
Cant be taking no losses from none of you project ho bitches
I'm livin it up stayin down, tryna get what I can
From the 9-6 to 2G, I'm lovin money now man
So why you playa hatin
Ho you need to dig what I peep
You wonderin why you aint bail
Cuz you be fuckin for free
So since you hot you better let that steam up outta your collar
I'm gettin richer and richer I love the almighty dollar
Back when I was broke
didnt nobody wanna fuck wit me
hangin wit my nigga D.
Magic in this property
snipers gaurdin niggas
wit them triggers
slangin nuttin but fruit
making junkies flip into a zone
like they on that screw
those was my itles
Dan and J. said stick to rap
cuz if you die in that shit
ima get tha gat
3 years past and I finnaly got a fuckin break
3-6 Mafia missed the styles
niggas start to hate
fo i started makin cheese
sellin tapes
underground players stay down
now they frown when I come around
but im maintaining
still drankin
hatin I cant destroy
every time I ride
All I hear is fuck witcha boy
Draped up and dripped out
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho
Draped up and dripped out
I said I love havin sex, but I'd rather get some head
But I'd rather get some head, but I'd rather get some head
Hypnotize Minds!!
Three 6 Ma-fee-UH~!
And your boy DJ, Montay
And this another {Oomp Camp production}
Goin down
I said I love havin sex, but I'd rather get some head
But I'd rather get some head, but I'd rather get some head
(I said I love havin sex, but I'd rather get some head)
(But I'd rather get some head, but I'd rather get some head)
I said I'd rather get some head, I said I'd rather get some head
I said I'd rather get some head, I said I'd rather get some head
{I said I'd rather get some head, I said I'd rather get some head}
{I said I'd rather get some head, I said I'd rather get some head}
Ridin down the street man I whip my big car
I scoped a little sexy little minx, little bra
She make my dick stand like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
I hit that brake so hard, that I dropped my cigar
Pussy print fat like cash in a wad
I'm lookin like, "Damn baby girl, don't start!"
I'ma take you to my crib girl and screw you like a fraud
Or maybe get some head while I'm ridin in the car
Either way it go man a nigga gotta bust some
Storin my dollar, a nigga got some dust some
High as the moon, I'ma a goon like Plies
Spray it like Big Oomp spray, dead in your eyes
In your eyes
I'm the one that supply that D
I'm the one that keep freaks with me
I'm the one that be ridin clean
that be on the scene with that Texas tea
I'm the dude that took yo' girl
I'm the fool that changed the world
I'm the mayne with the twelve inches
she love to lick and it made her earl
Always fresh when I'm at the club
Sippin Goose the plan keep a buzz
From the hood so I throw it up
and the other side they don't mess with us
Love a girl that do it right
Make my toes like curly fries
In the bathroom or in the car
or behind the bar she dy-no-mite~!
Give me head
In the dorm room make me pass out, make me dead
Give me head
Wake me up then put me back to sleep, I ain't scared
Ayy~! Three 6, what's happenin, yooo
Hold on, hold on, hold on hoe! Stop lenme borrow yo' lips that's what I told her
Girl got that Aquafina with a good head on her shoulder
She whispered boy I'm hungry, so I told her she could come
And I didn't feed her nothin but some dick and bubblegum
She want mo' I give her some, I keep them magnums, I'm strapped
And if she tired, lay down, just place yo' head in my lap
Ay Big Oomp Records on the map, we keep that mouth wide open
I Clarence Carter that pro, from the East to the West I'm strokin
From the North to the South I'm pokin, every time this a hit it gets greater
Two choices that she got to make, she can chew me now or later
I'm 'bout that puh-puh paper, but see I love havin sex
Three 6 Mafia! Put your money where your mouth is boy
If you really wanna do somethin GET THE FUG UP!!!
Bitch I got money (ha) I got clothes (uhh)
I got whips (hold up) I got hoes (be-atch)
I got money (uhh) I got clothes (HAH)
I got whips (hold up) I got hoes (hold up)
Bitch I got money (ha) I got clothes (uhh)
I got whips (hold up) I got hoes (be-atch)
I got money (uhh) I got clothes (HAH)
I got whips (hold up) I got hoes
I'm ridin tall on 24's, spittin game out to the hoes
With my windows tinted black, make you think you saw a ghost
My home painted white on white, inside leather white on white
Chiefin, drankin up all night, ballin out yeah that's the life
Ladies wanna ROLL with me, blow a bag of 'DRO with me
Party to the crack of dawn, when I'm down in YO' city
I'm all about this pimpin, when it comes to wo-men
Get some head while drive mayne, oh what a feelin~!
Here I am; here I am so fresh, so so clayn
Off in the club, aww shit I see I blew the hoe's brain
Befo' I came, I say I blew a whole thang
Clean as a dollar, off in my black on black Impala
The Don Dada, is what they call me overseas
But over here I should say I'm the king of Memphis, Tennessee
Rap, is a wrap, haters wrapped off in my duct tape
What it take I say I been hard since first mixtape
Face get your G's up, way way up to my level
Higher than the clouds where my daddy restes in heaven
But on another note I'm so stylish I changed the name
I surpassed clean, like a baby, I'm clayn clayn
Ay let me tell you niggaz somethin
Let me tell you somethin nigga
That paper is like trash nigga, throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
That paper is like trash nigga, throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out) - YESSIR
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
We got - big rims, big cars, big guap, ghetto stars
In the hood, gettin rich, gettin it, livin large
Sellin white, sellin pills, sellin crystal meth meth
Sellin D's, sellin speed 'til there's nothin left left
Fresh clothes, pullin hoes, get my roll on (roll on)
Phone ringin off the hook, bitch hold on (hold on)
I got a brand new woofer, put some more hoes on
Yuh! Hypnotize Minds, {?}
Three 6 Mafia, Lyfe Jennings, goin down
Life is beautiful man
But niggaz don't respect niggaz, y'knahmsayin?
You help a man out just for him to dog you out
Niggaz don't appreciate shit, fuck 'em all!
So you crack this weed
It's respect that'll cost my nigga
Double back through the water if you cross a nigga
It's greasy at the top, don't fall off my nigga
And get lost my nigga
I'm a marijuana smokin, never been broken
I don't give a fuck about the po-lice, I'm a hood star!
Sixteen inches on my Impala
Daddy I'm a motherfuckin gangsta, ahh
These niggaz wanna be in my shoes, but they feet too small
They only yell so I turn to, just to see me fall
The new code in the streets, that's used by the phony
If you cain't beat him, just call the police on him
Or hate on him so bad try to turn the world against him
Go in the studio like a hoe make some bullshit and diss him
But none of that surprise me I done been through it all
17 years in the game, real game, DJ Paul
I done seen the real, I done seen the fake
I done seen fake bitches turn real to fake
Cause hateism is a disease, it's kinda like AIDS
They feed you shit for years, and then they send you to your grave
First I'm broke, so I hang out with the rat and roach
And still broke, cause I'm sleepin on apartment flo's
The hood struggle is to get it, got to make the change
See every dark is like the dark cloud full of rain
You wonder why niggaz high and they robbin folks
Ain't nuttin to tell you but to pack yo' heat and let it go
Them junkies get a fuckin kick, when they smoke a brick
I never seen a drug dealer ever call it quits
But get money (yessir~!) Make the block pop off
Niggaz snitchin man they heads will get chopped off
The feds tappin fool it's dangerous when you hood trappin
I'm sick and tried of coward bitches taking advantage of me
I told these hoes that I can't go I grip my crown three-eighty
I keep my distance from these bitches cause they are with that shit
Ain't got no choice these hoes be clicking
Lil Chat can't fuck with no bitch
I'd rather kick it by my lonely cause I'm all that I need
I'd rather kick it by my lonely cause I don't share my weed
You see most of these niggas
See they do not know
Gone call Lil Chat that come with flow that make you kick in them does
So most of you hoes that be trying to run dope
Fuck'em hong'em by the rope befoe I grab you in a chock
Tossing foties hold up shorty niggsa there ain't no love
Don't give a fuck bout what you say and I don't play with that bud
I'm hitting a seven on my row cause you can't fuck with a mac
If you fuck up no hesitation I'm gone go get my gat
I got my block I slang my rocks
I'm now busting down them streets
That chick so hot my baby daddy got the vest watching me
Hoes can be like niggas
and pull triggas slang
dope up on a curve and
droppin bodies in the river
I said
Hoes can be like niggas
and pull triggas slang
dope up on a curve and
droppin bodies in the river playa
My everyday race is different places
Yeah I'm about that chedder
When I got my glock my drank and smoke I'm guaranteed to feel better
A real true thug ass bumping slugs
Ain't got no hoe in my blood
These fake ass bitches throwing falses so I show them no love
Ol' shit tell my why these bitches be bringing me ana
They must don't know where I stay
So strapped on situations I handle
We could be feddy
I be ready to release out these slugs
You pump your nuts its going down
Bitch you better be strapped up
Hoes you should think before you start
cause once you start I'm gone finish
I guarantee your so called niggas ain't gone want to get in it
Can't catch me slipping
You fucked up I keep ny nine in my truck
They call me that phyco bitch that't leaving you dead on your porch
A bad ass bitch that's making sure
I'm teaching all hoes a lesson
Muthafuck a friend
I don't need no friend
My friend is spim'em west'in
Grab that skee mask off my dresser and that rifle to get ya
Yea! (Yea)
Three Six (Six)
Boogie Mane (Mane)
Hypnotize Mindz (Tize Mindz)
You know.. (You know)
Niggaz get scared when they see these hard hittas (Hard Hittas)
Walk up in the motherfuckin' club we comin to repossess and shit (Possess and shit)
They start talking like girls and shit (And shit)
You cant touch me
Stand back
No!!!
Yeah
They got scared when these hard hittas came in
They got chains but they all tucked in
We got them thangs and we brought 'em all in
These niggaz play dead when they hear we came in (Came in)
See I'm a hard hitta yes I am
And I dont really nigga give a damn
About you and how you fuckin rock shit
I put a 45 that make you bitches stop dead
You wanna cock it go ahead and cock it
Dont make a nigga like me make you drop it
I'm ten toes I'm from tha M-fuckin-Town
We gangster walkin
You hear the fuckin gangster sound
Its ashes to ashes dust to dust
The gats we trust
Y'all dont really wanna bust
I see you and your crew nigga in da club
You tuck in yo chainz you must be some sissy club
Do you wanna go to war nigga & spit some blood
You talkin that shit like a fuckin slut
You talk shit then you might as well bring shit
I shut this muthafuckin club down for you bitch!
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Now if you wonder why so many diss Hypnotize
Its cause them haters ain't eatin
they on some muthafuckin diets
A lot them is really sick I think they got amnesia
Cause on Sunday they diss ya
But come Monday they need ya
Quit tellin lies to the public
If you could rewind your life back
You probably be wit me on this track
But I ain't come here my nigga for no sorrow no wounds
But im'a stay bumpin till I bump by head on my tool
Fo' real!
Niggaz wanna blame us cause they ain't famous
They wanna ride a new whip instead of catchin the matter bus
So why I gotta take the blame for lame ass niggaz not havin things
Maybe you need to boost some clothes get yourself some pocket change
I know you like them fairy tales say you make the three six sell
So while my pockets still on swoll you reachin in the garbage pale
Player I'm not your friend wit' it name a price and J'll spend it
Get yourself a nine to five and try your luck on a lottery ticket
What's up nigga
Wanna be bad as the next nigga
True facts you ain't gettin shit but fuck nigga
Buck nigga catchin the cut when I rush nigga
Jump nigga thinkin you cool you chump nigga
Fuck that im'a get nine to get mine
If you hood dog off in the club I'm on shine
Pine in my mouth fuck up your cloud and get paid
Wit' the same place to call our own and get away
Whats the deal dog I be bout buckin and getting crunk
And really dog I could care less about stunts
In my trunk though where you gon' ride after the show
Ain't no punk goes so I suppose you'll get throwed by some elbows
Fuck it I'll fill his ass wit' holes on that funk blow throwin high low
Like I'm a pro get crunk dog get buck dog
Hey nigga get yo weed, yo blow
Get yo drank together
Cause we bout to get hiiiiiigh
Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some
Bring that dro and play the beat
Nose all runny, fine snow bunny
Take her to the crib, make her drink cummy
I'm from the hood I ain't never did this
But now I can say I done done it
Cocaine Blain, that's my dog
Called him up to house this slut
We gone fuck her in the back of the bus
And fill her nose up full of that dust
Three 6 Mafia, wild on tour
Whooping these niggaz and fucking these hoes
In the bathroom bout two whole hours
Gettin' real high, passed out on the floor
Fuck that shit, niggaz out of the frame
Take 'em one and one, back in the game
Back on the street, back on the strip
Looking for a freak to run a train
What you boys doing with that weed?
Where you boys going with that shit?
Begging like a little kid
Give the homie a little bit
I ain't smoke, yeah I smoke
Cheefin on that endo dope
Hypnotize better, we make cheddar
All the haters hit the road (kill yo self!)
Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some
Bring that dro and play the beat
My nostrils so stopped up
I can't even smell the weed smoke
The green man, it got locked up
So I better make the best out this dro
I sniff, I choke, I really enjoy myself
It might seem like I'm sick
But that (?) done got me there
I got a couple of chocolate thangs
I got me a couple of white thangs
I got me a couple of Chinese bitches that pussies really sideways
I got a bag, zip lock
Filled to the brim with a pound in it
Me and scarecrow gone fuck these hoes
And make sure the click hit it
DJ Paul, that's my dog
We break down walls like king kong
Any nigga by my pad later on
We smoke so much call us Cheech and Chong
High as a bird, no like a plane
Got me high, I'm feeling it man
Ain't no shame in my game
I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me
If I would let her shoot, she'll count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin money cause this honey is good
I need a down ass chick, thatll roll wit the clique
For the dope sale, bank robbin, cock it back and buck up on a bitch
Kidnap vamp, leave a busters body, in a ditch
Take the charge for you, always drinking liquor
Stayin lit, when we in the bed, baby girl can ride
Like a champ, give a playa head, lickin on my thang
Like a stamp, if I had that I wouldnt trade anything
For her she my main girl, main dog, thats my name, Paul
Now I can't say that I love her, but I got some love for her
She showed me, she was bout a haul before I really knowed her
I schooled her bout them glocks, I schooled her bout them rocks
I told her how to hold a spot when I was off the block
She kept it hot, as soon as I stepped in the house she had my money spot
Plus a dro blunt rolled up with a syrup lollipop
The hood tried to holler everyday but it ain't nothin
She down with the King but I still love a ghetto ass chick
This one here for the old lady but not dissin this time
This for when you took the charge when I commited the crime
I was out there super high playin mister crash dummy
You put up all my money, didn't take nothing from me
Always found your boy a lawyer when I caught me a case
Paid all my fines and kept up with my court dates
And even though I gave you hell with all these other lil broads
You always came and made my bail when I broke the law
The only one thats reliable the one thats dependable
Keep you by my side these other fools is suspendable
I ain't forgot when I was out there hurt for some cash
You never mind takin your last, on out the stash
Always tried to give me the last up out your purse
Always tried to get my ass to go on and go to church
I couldnt pay you back even if I had to
Nigga buck in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Got my tone in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Straight walk up to that boy like, FUCK YOU BITCH!
Slap a trick in front his bitch like , FUCK THAT SHIT!
Start a fight with the thickest click, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Get kicked out this bitch like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Shoot that thang at security nigga, FUCK YOU BITCH!
See I'mma ride me a chevy with them fo doors
And blow some dough, dough
Sit back and watch a flick on screens wid a red hoe
On double deuce, I met this bitch up at the club
I had a tech, if her neighbors wanna buck
Wid a nigga, cuz I'm from the south side of town
B-A-Z, and I'm reppin, even if ya aren't around
I match a blunt with the real
Shoot a bump with the real
But I ain't a baller, I just deal
With these drugs and thugs and these niggaz that's locked up
I lock em' down with some of that pure white stuff
Like some dro, pop a pill, sip some syrup, It ain't no deal
But you gotta stay the same when you high, keep it trill
And I still blow a blunt to take the pain out
Cuz if I don't get high, I'd probably blow my fuckin brains out
Cuz straight thugs love it, cuz I'mma keep it killa
And I'mma dedicate this to my real ass niggaz! YEA!
Woooo! I think you know the mother fucking business now, wannabes! (In the
middle of the club)
Hypnotize Minds , Three 6 Mafia , roll with us, or get ran over, (In the
middle of the club)
Shoot with us, or get shot the fuck up nigga!
In the middle of the club, dolla on swoll
Take me a scoop, put it to my nose
Walkin through the crowd, knock your trick down
Pistol in my draws, don't make me pull it out
Twist another blunt, fill it real krunk
40 in the club, Outside it's the pump
Top off the syrup, take me a swig
There go my dawgs, What's Up My Nigs?
Security starin, they better not try it
Cuz we will start a mother fuckin riot!
The crowd is swayin, Three 6 playin
It's on now, no rules we obeying
Security pissed, they started to march
Just in time, I got outta dutch
But I was spotted, and kicked out
Ran back in, shots rang out!
As a young nigga in the hood kinda pissed off
Cuz I gotta big bank, and his pockets too short
Frustrated all the time, wanna tear the roof off
Wanna be a gangsta, but the nigga too soft
Kinda sissified, like that famous fagot, Ru Paul
But he can not hide, letting them queers knock his boots off
Hope he get his shit together, grow up til he too tall
Instead of letting these rubbers go up in his ass, to raw!
Niggaz hatin on me, but they just don't know
C-B he gotta gun, and I'm bout to explode
Keep talking that shit, like you standin ten toe
You don't know me nigga, you don't know me bro
I'm up in the club, and I'm smoking on dope
Your bitch is talkin shit but its time to go
I'mma catch you little lame bitches at the door
Follow that nigga
Fuck that nigga and his whole damn neighborhood
Let me make one motherfuckin thing understood
In my hood a couple of you niggaz try to sell out, tell out
Now you know don't have to make me take my scope out
And when I do that
I'm a aim then fuck ya
Solid in my face all mayn
I'm a busta
Cap in yo ass
That's for fuckin with me nigga
I know that you a hoe
And now I heard you clamin killa
A killa is a nigga who will look you in the eye
Put tha pistol in your face
And let the pistol meet the fly
But I don't think so
You betta not try
I'm throwin out guns like a kamikaze pilot
My eyelid is raised and I got u in focus
What you wanna faze all you punk ass jokers
I hope this
Lesson motherfuckers gonna teach you
I got 6 slugs and they all wanna beat you
Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Bling bling bling
Fuck this shit
Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Bling bling bling bling
Fuck this shit
Fuck you nigga
And you know just who I'm talkin bout
Livin on that other side
And you crossed a nigga out
I'm about my home
When it comes to stayin down
Use to be my road dogg
Now you just another clown
Hangin round you
Was a very very dumb mistake
Thought you was a real nigga
But you was another fake
Busta, musta
Wanna be thugster
I'm a label you as a dead motherfucker
Fuckin with a nigga like that
You can die hoe
When I come out with the gat
I'm a try hoe
All of my might
Put you six under
Lookin for a fight
I'm a break out with the thunder
Sound of a glock 38
What you gonna do
Last sound that you hear (boom)
Mark ass niggaz fruntin like they gonna blast
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
Sick off human ashes
Hatas passion
We motherfuckin' whole mothas
Glock huggas
Rob till we rob each other, facked on any motherfucka nigga
.40 cal's got me dangery
Like jj fad icredible hoe don't make me anga-ry
We prophet posse got you in the cross
We done gotcha
In the motherfuckin' scope
We done shot cha
We get more wilder than a chicken with his head cut off
Three 6 mafia hypnotizin' don't make me set it off
Screamin' notha fuckin' murder, murder, murder on my mind
Gettin' wild with these hella fied rhymes on ya mind
Never the on be mistaken
Never the one takin' a loss
I always be the fuckin' one who to be the damn doubt
Watcha say, nigga what
You wanna get up in my shit
Shit gonna get your ass in trouble
Shit gonna get your head split
Stay focused stay rollin' when i'm ridin' dirty nigga
Gettin' twisted off some nigga
Dedicated to you killa
Guess who was scared
Niggas stalkin' in the memphis streets
The triple 6 them mafia niggas you don't wanna meet
Creep up on your ass and let the barrel sweep
Sweep and let the blast take you from off your feet
And to your family and your friends i know them hoes will miss you
You should have warned them that the three 6 mafia out to get cha
Would you walk to his house with a pistol
Could you let the heat go like you shouldn't have missed him
It's the blue lights in the night
When i go for ridin'
I'm seein' headlights on the right creepin' up from behind
Ran that trick hit the d
Fuckety-fuck with the hennessy
Leavin' that third, need reserve
Droppin' on the curve to by to my (??)
See by a chance that he may touch me it's a hint that he gonna miss
Cause i will take some plastic man and rip this skin up off this
Motherfuckin' piece
So now he diss me
No one can play hey, now tell me wha'ts next
Featuring: DJ Tiesto, Kingston
Dj turn the music
I wanna feel it
Three 6 mafia
Kingston
Tiesto
(Sean Kingston)
(Chrous)
I say DJ turn the music up
And send another round going to my cup
I wanna Feel it (ohh ohh)
I wanna Feel it (ohh ohh)
Dj let the music drop
We going all night let the party rock
I wanna Feel It (ohh ohh)
I wanna Feel it (ohh ohh)
(Three 6 Mafia)
Im at the bar
Going have a bar
Sippin to the one
Stumbling to the car
But i dont wanna leave coz its too crunk
These girls got alot of junk in the trunk
Red bar, black bone,white top, mid tone
Gettin that back,and its on
Ima gigolo and its gone
A freak of the week
Tryna get a piece
Better know how to booze stay to the beat
All on the floor, I gotta get this
Gettin that ass and im sayin
Im in the club, Drinks up, get wasted
I cant get to taste it
All on the floor, I gotta get this
Gettin that ass and im sayin
(Sean Kingston)
(Chrous)
I say DJ turn the music up
And send another round going to my cup
I wanna Feel it (ohh ohh)
I wanna Feel it (ohh ohh)
Dj let the music drop
We going all night let the party rock
I wanna Feel It (ohh ohh)
I wanna Feel it (ohh ohh)
(Three 6 Mafia)
She Face down
She Ass Up
I see her gettin it for free
So it put my money up
Before we bar up
The drinks keep flowing and flowing
She make that booty pop
It just keep growing and growing
You know i had to gunna get her up on that we on
Singin in the world, But a singing drunk girl
But break it down down down
To the ground ground ground
(Sean Kingston)
(Chrous)
I say DJ turn the music up
And send another round going to my cup
I wanna Feel it (ohh ohh)
I wanna Feel it (ohh ohh)
Dj let the music drop
We going all night let the party rock
I wanna Feel It (ohh ohh)
I wanna Feel it (ohh ohh)
(Flo Rida)
I got stuck like its the first of the month
In the projects just got paid, DJ
Keep it coming Keep on breaking em off and
bring it back just for the hood say
Still spending gwap when the women they fly
Reppin the bottom aint got it no lie
Travel the world in the G4 alot
Poe boy the family and we get it hot
I got the beat when the music is live
Rock to the beat like my name can survive
Give me that heat till we all feel the fire
Im in the streets but the club get me high
Party
Get shine that rock the body
The fellas on the rock that shades bacarri
We do it none stop get on bracardi
151 and get retarded
(Sean Kingston)
(Chrous)x2
I say DJ turn the music up
And send another round going to my cup
I wanna Feel it (ohh ohh)
I wanna Feel it (ohh ohh)
Dj let the music drop
We going all night let the party rock
I wanna Feel It (ohh ohh)
{How many, how many talk that shit}
Three 6 Mafia
Frayser Boy
Yeah, yeah it's going down
You know what I'm sayin'?
A lot of times we use the word bitch
That goes for niggaz and hoes
Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullshit
Here's what you do
Put your foot up they ass (what)
Foot up they ass (what)
If these bitches actin' bad
Put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that hoe (Don't violate me hoe, don't violate)
Now niggaz man they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy
You boys is fakers, nothin' but carbon copies
When we step up in the club, niggaz they play dead
'Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said
It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some motherfuckin' hugs
Y'all niggaz nicer than grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs
Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club
I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this bitch WHAT!
I aint playin' wit' you niggaz
I'll put my hands on you niggaz
My foot will stand on you niggaz
I thought you knew we pull triggers
So why you testin' me bitches
You must be tryin' to get stitches
All on your forehead, you're cold dead
For fuckin' wit' pimpin'
I'll take the back of a gun
Hit you, you startin' to run
Split you wit' two fuckin' halves
You mad runnin' your tongue
I ain't no hoe that be likin'
Bustin' and fightin' and bitin'
I'm like a Tennessee Titan
Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' bitch!
See I'm quick wit' the pistols
Shootin', ain't missin'
If I catch you slippin' then I'm going to get you mister
I ain't gon' miss ya
I'ma go and split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no pictures
Talk that shit bro
Told you I'ma get ya
Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol
Yea' I do it big, shit I'm playin' wit' your sister
Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard
Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath
Fuckin' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death
Real niggaz, yeah we is, you can come and find out
Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what my mind 'bout
Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone
'Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it's on
Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy's ten toed
What you boys gon' do
Wha Wha What you
I keep seeing images man it's like I'm locked in a simulator
Apocalypse slayer, I'm the street nigga terminator
Is it in my nature to be another life taker?
Then I ask 'em why home invader?
Strapped with the auto and razor
These days madness, raising havoc
Witness savage, blazing automatics
Ending this a highway traffic
Very graphic
I rob and kick a burglary kidnapping
They think it's just 'bout rapping
But sometimes we get to capping
Niggas snapping
You motherfucking bitches make me bored
Let's go on
If you think the world is really fucking yours
If we must fill the morgue
Then we will fill the morgue
If we must kill these boys
Then we will kill these boys
Let's destroy
All who cross the path
A hypnotize blood bath
Try to reach and grab
You will feel the aftermath
I'm the trial, I'm the DA, I'm the lawyer and the judge
If you wanna feel the slugs
Then I let you feel the slugs
Don't make me kill, don't make me kill somebody
What you boys gon' do
Aw shit nigga you done pissed me off
Now nigga now it's time for a killing
Buck buck shots blasting
Who I be Scan fucking Man
From the Killa Klan
Got my thugs from the south
Heavily armed and caused out
Better bring it
When you bring it
Cause if you don't that means you fucked
Cause those killers from the world
Won't hesitate to pop those slugs
Have yo mammies and yo pappys
And yo motherfucking grammies
Fuck yo poppa was because
You too damn greedy with that money
Now I told you don't test
And you did something, pity
You wasn't shit
Blaze something about your motherfucking prints
The patience of this game
You best to learn
Trying to have it all
You gon' fall
We gon' make sure of that
Hoe we gon' make sure of that
Decipher or stress that
Me blasting with my tech
You test
I'll flex
I'll bring the sawed
Three buck shots in your vest
I'm making motherfuckers feel what I feel
This shit is real
Motherfuckers who miss
Consider them graves
Don't make me murder you bitch
Get your dogs off me, pimping
It ain't no slipping
I'm running 'em on ya
MC Mack from the Killa Klan click
Got haters sick
Like they had pneumonia
Free me from this three way junction
Before I proceeding to take his life
And though I had them tear da any thugs from the southside
Ready to blast on site
Weapons blasting nice and fasting
Got you dashing
Spray this boy
Calling up my band of Hollywood niggas
Whatever they ready for war
Let's let's make a stain
A stain on the lane
Youngin done hipped me to the game
Bitches choosing out the frame
Is it the fame or is the the cheese?
Hoes be trying to smoke on my weed
And know that Mac done broke the laws
Or pay the dues for the things you see
Bitch please break your knees
Get off my chrome and get your own
Carla hit me on my horn
And said your momma aint at home
It's a hypnotize, kamikaze
Prophet Posse, like the nazis
You aint with the camp
Wack producers trying to fucking copy
Stop stealing buster nigga
Bitch go check the sound scan
We cashing checks and flipping that
These haters will never learn
You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz out here sideline
hatin y'knowhatI'msayin... don't get mad cause a nigga straight up
out the paint shop or car wash or the car lot or whatnot... feelin mean on
the scene wit a pocket full of green y'knowhatI'msayin... and any one
of y'all hoes think a nigga gon give 'em somethin I can't give ya
shit but this dick in ya muthafuckin mouth and ya muthafuckin
hole and you gotta reach me somethin for that ho cause I ain't
for free bitch.. pay whatcha muthafuckin weigh
I pull up clean in my black fuckin truck
Rims still spinnin so you know I'm cuttin up
I'm ridin down the street bumpin nothin but us
I spotted me a freak she was bout to catch a buzz
I asked her whats her name baby it could be love
But you know ya boy don't fuck wit nothin but sluts
The ones that make money and stack them bucks
A bank for that cap and a bank for that butt
SLUT!
Nigga I'll tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol' dick
And won't be fucked up bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
And in the public's eyes she can be legit be my bitch
At the shake junt she gotta work a trick get the grip
Never no back talkin cause I call her jack backhand slap
She come up short wit money baby then I snap wit a strap
She gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin this
And you just might have to throw some blows take a hit wit the fist
Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
Ridin ridin down yo block I got my charm out the window
Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
I ain't braggin on myself but I deserve this miss
I'm swervin I'm twistin from side to side
I got that iron right on my side
Them 20-inch vogues wit the yellow stripes
A 'rillo rolled up wit some of that light
The 360 turn on the fold down screens
Turn it all the way around and watch it from the front seat
The knock in the back got the trunk on rattle
Them hoes flockin to my whip thick like cattle
HEYY.. you better put that money in my hand
I was born to be a mack not yo muhfuckin man
You mad cause I hit cha ho me and her split cha dough
Why you actin surprised I know you heard this shit befo'
Me and Quint pushin Vettes smokin dro no stress
One tech two glocks infra red no vests
I clock dollaz and pop collaz for a livin
Yeah, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia
Academy Award winners, what?
Chamillionaire, we stronger then ever, for real
The last 2 off, goin', it's goin' down
I stay doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Another day, another dollar, another night to make a hoe holler
I pop her cherry, then I pop my collar
Pop brand new tags off a brand new clothes
Brush my hair back and kick the hoe out the door
Flip a quarter, see which ride I'm pullin' out the garage
While it's transmitters in the bump of my barge
Pull a pack out as if my body ever sinned
10 o'clock at night but my day just begin
07 Murcielago with the wings out
I usually never drive it but I heard the hoes out
Fresher than a mint leaf, smellin' like a coca leaf
Center of attention, hoe smilin' 'coz they posted
I stay doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Man, these kids know how I get my grands
Tryna snatch it? Better switch ya plans
Pull a stack out my Dickies pants
And slap a hater with my business hand
Keep a spare for that clip that jams
Money like Mike and a pimp like can
Put some chromes under that big sedan
And I'm pimpin' better than Xzibit can
And then you're impressed of how my hair lookin' Aquafina clear
If you don't like it, come dispute it, do your best to disappear
Yeah, you know what it is, don't call me Chamillionaire
Now the world gotta address me as the 'Hustla of the Year'
I demand some respect, I'm demandin' respect
Or I'm commandin' that canon through that dam, that's the chest
Ain't no hustler or another on the planet as fresh
So when I lift up my royal hand, my pinky ring shake your pecks
I stay doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
My cars inside peanut butter, outside jelly
Flicker 26 is drankin', drankin' with my celly
We takin' real orders, talkin' coke in that telly
We choppin' up the doe like a butcher in the deli
You know that purple kush leave your clothes all smelly
But if you slangin' pounds, then your pockets should be swelly
I'm ballin' 'til I'm fallin' just like that movie 'Belly'
I'm always stayin' strapped for you niggas that be petty
Toe the 9, 9, 9, on the grind, grind, grind
I shine, shine, shine, jewelry blind, blind, blind
The time, time, time, yes, it's prime, prime, prime
I'm takin' no retracts 'coz it's mine, mine, mine, nigga
I stay doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
I stay fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh
I stay fresh, fresh, fresh
I stay fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh
I stay fresh, fresh, fresh
I stay fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh
I stay fresh, fresh, fresh
I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you
Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick eatin
Youse a dry effin lil' heffer, lil' heffer
Ridin through the hood just got my car washed up
Me and two of my dawgs, we got the good fired up
The screens hangin from the roof, better watch your head
Bumpin "Vol. 16," nigga you scared
Hold up spot a couple of dirtbags at the bus stop
Should I, ride down on them why not
To spit some pimpin in the hoe's ear right quick
Snatch one mo', five of us, Motel 6
Got the hoes blowed out, put the coke up they nose
Next thing I know, got the dick, clean down they throat
Suckin nut up, not a drop they was wasted
Kissin each other, big smiles on they faces~!
Man I love a
Got apple bottom jeans but your nails lookin dusty
You the main broad in the club that I must hit
Super loudmouth, naggin, very fussy
Open toed shoes, toenails kinda crusty
I like a dirtbag, coppin birds on her knees
Penis in her mouth make my balls say CHEESE!
Hand out to Pat, cause she beggin for a new dress
Gel slicked back, hair lookin like a hot mess
I gotta get mine, I gotta get my diiiiick sucked
Pull my pants down, open your mouth, atten-TION
I take a chill and leave a girl with a biiiig BUTT
She gotta be a bad bitch, a ghetto hoood SLUT
I'ma knock it out, when she drop and pop it out
I'm just a pimp nigga, puttin these hoes on the house
Cars, hoes, clothes, that's what Juicy's all about
Keepin dope rolled, puttin this big dick in your mouth
CLICK! Bang bang
CLICK! Bang bang to yo' motherfuckin brain hoe
I told them haters hate on, Three 6 Mafia strong
Stronger than ever ever since they've been gone, I've been better
FUCK THEM FAKERS and them tag-along fakers
Smilin in my face but got my enemy on your MySpace
I cain't understand how these niggaz live with theyself
Deal with theyself, what they need to do is kill theyself
BLAOW~! Suicide is a good {?} ano
At your funeral for free, I play the piano
Rest in pieces you niggaz shriek like breezes
Got mo' crosses than churches, heart smaller than a fetus
You need us, you're nuttin, you're zero, you're zip, you're nada
I'm 22 on the Rolls, you da hubcaps on an Impala
I'ma creep up on this fool, put this gun to his head
Tell him give me all your jewelry, all your dope, all your bead
All the coke that you brought in, the weed that you brought in
And if I cain't get answers say hello, to my lil' friend
You fakin like you ball and brawl and shotcall
I'm that fool that break jaws and all the state laws
Stupid rappers get your check, buy rims and what's next?
Need to get a place to live, a crib, cause you ain't shit
With your mixtapes, niggaz hate, say they real, but they ain't
Catch them somewhere face to face, then they run from place to place
Club hoppin, mall shoppin, gettin hot, sales dropppin
Damn you just been hit in the head world wide exclusive
Chorus
Champion
Lord!
I creep upon n'e-yah slow
ANGEL AND HEAVEN
The Right ones those to kill for!
Champions
E-yion
Looking how my car shine
Look' howdah time fly
G- Force (2 x)
We all Champions (7 times repeat)
A (7 times repeat)
JUICY J
Main lot
Seller car,
Watch the car,
Bus the car,
Make the club
Light the bar
Blood the trigger bus the bar
Make the court gat the cases
Meeting (Lucifer) fucking changes
Wanna rid with tiny doors
Pull mine car out the bars (past)
Lead the state tight with your girl
Heard she like the rock stars
All the porno playing
I'm give her some capper'
Everyday balling fifty roots
You can watch us
Chief with rock stars
Eat shrimp and pasta
They call me the (Juice 6 x)
I gigolo like (Deuce 6 x)
I'm champion with (Luc 6 x)
I guess, I am the (Truth 6 x)
Chorus
DJ PAUL
Shut' Nigga
Only been knock
Same wood
I'm winner baby
I Gat Gilligan backing days
I miss same dealers' baby
What Matter what they say (say)
We made it anyway (way)
How long we will or take or Hell (Hell)
There so yesterday
I grab that Oscar Bess
Race royal and take it home
It is a perfect win
I seeming we got hated on
We kept peace 'of' m'all dogs
And I' ren't won the trial
He go my... hates
Kiss see goodbye!
I'm dope dealer
Like my homey young jeez
Call me crab with these symbols
I'm make more jeez
From a ring tone
Kan girl, hear me ring you color
Don't worry about whole world
Doubt seeing man colla
Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, Fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off
Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, Fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off
Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, Fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off
Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, Fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off
I aint on this shit
Quick with my fuckin gat
Blow a nigga ass off
Bitch thats just how i react
I'm a real nigga all about my fuckin killin
You busters with that animosity
Yo cap I'm feelin
I'm from the grove with my 4
See I stay straped
Never slip and see no Memphis niggaz on the map
I got that gauge 38 and that four five glock
Deep in the bushes see I'm scooping with that red dart
You try to run I'm a get my glock and blast you
This is a blow a nigga ass off part two
Kill a bitch
Fuck a hoe
Do or Die in the nine for
R.I.D.G.E.G.R.O.V.E bring this to the door
No love loss bitch
North Memphis in the fuckin house
Fuckin bustin bitches
Now you hoes gotta run your mouth
My glock is like a pump
Motherfucker quick
Trizit, bizit I just glizit
Gonna blizit on my dizit
Now hoes better recognize
the glock aint no fuckin joke
Little pretty boy smile
The glock child is going out in fuckin smoke
Ridge grove in this bitch
Hoes gotta pay the cost
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the b-ball piece, when you see this nigga
You know what I'm sayin', I want y'all to whoop his bitch ass
Man you know what I'm sayin, beat his motha fuckin ass
To the ground like a motherfucker man fuck this bitch ass
See this how ass kickin' get down, your boys get
(Beat down!)
Your bitches get
(Beat down!)
Your brothers get
(Beat down!)
Your mothers get
(Beat down!)
Your cousins get
(Beat down!)
And any nigga that try to clown we leavin' em on the ground
'Cuz we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up, and after that
Them signs is gettin' thrown up, I'm answer to the right
I'm answer to the left, we snatchin' your chain and check
Your pockets 'till nothin' left
I'm a crunk this nigga though, treat 'em like a hoe
Ask these lil' bitches what the fuck they hittin' for
Crunchy ain't a hoe, and Crunchy can't go, and
Crunchy ain't a nigga that you wanna fuck with low
If you didn't know, then nigga you can know, then meet me
Down foo in the middle of the floor, I'ma break it down slow
And fill you up with dro, and smoke a little that 'till I
Can't smoke no more
I'm gon' whoop this nigga
I'm gon' whoop this nigga
I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy
I'm gon' call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
You don't know what just happened
You suffering from a fracture
You rebel let me catch you, I'll beat you belly bastard
You have a bad concussion, from tripple six bone rushin'
You all beat up and busted, you shouldn't have pressed that button
You all bloody and bumy, you yellin' for you mommy
And people think its funny, quit tryin' to out run me
Your eyes are blue and black and, your clothes are ripped and tackin'
You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn't have wore that jacket
'Cuz I wreck it, smith and west and my weapon, we steppin'
To let the still meet your chest and, don't play with these killers
They come from those parts, the north where niggaz be pullin'
The whole cart, so mista big playa mista big time playa
You got the shit on lock why you on my dick
Like a bitch walkin' around like you stone high
Hollow tip bullets don't die, nigga they multiply
I'm gon' whoop this nigga
I'm gon' whoop this nigga
I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy
One cold winter of many tales
Trails of blood left in frozen snow
A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow
I turned against god and everything that I cared for most
Police arrived, candle light, butcher knives, bloody bedposts
Found staked on the floor soaked in evidence of the root of violence
Only a teen, sent to spend my final life in an insane asylum
So furious of past, I'm an adult I feel better now
But no matter, I tell them that I know they'll never let me out
I rot in this dread, my only world's the one in my head
I hate psycho-therapists, I walk amongst walking dead
Everyday, yes every-single day, peepin' ways to escape
I got to find a way out this place, it's a must, got to find a way
I'm pulling hair up out my freakin' head yo
They trippin' cause a nigga put his ass in a choke hold
I wanna go psycho and kick this mutha fuckin' force boi
In a padded room I know I'll never get up out this hole
I'm pacin' back and forth across this room
I gotta think of something, man I got to make a move
The day I killed my fuckin' family in a week or two
I got to get up back out there I wanna do it again fool
Gettin' cool with the old ass maintence man
I told him "if you help me out I'd put a lotta papes in your hand
I stashed a lotta dough in dirt before a nigga left it
If you help me out when I get out I'll give you half on that deal"
The old man ready, he grinnin', that stray
Look here gramps, meet me at my door for the plan round 'bout 8
Check it pops, you got to get a shovel and a pine box
Put me in the ground and dig me out once they talk to the cops
I'm gonna need a slight overdose of some mother fuckin' sleepin' pills
So while I'm waitin in the dirt I won't breathe up the air in here
Sneak in the office get the keys off of Dr. Malique
And while you doing that I'll take the pills so I fall asleep
I started feelin' my awareness fadin' away
I could slightly hear all the dirt gettin' tossed on to the pine crate
I awoke and in my square waiting to be freed
But from the light I seen someone killed the maintence man that dormant
With me
I'm scared, is anyone out there?
Damn, I'm scared is anyone out there?
I'm scared, is anyone out there?
There's some cowards in this thang, if you see em point em out
There's some cowards in the South, If you see em point em out
Act like you know me, when I tell that I'm from the North
Act like you know me, when I ask ya let me hit the shorts
Act like you know me, if I holla and front ya boy a ki
Act like you know me, when I'm on the track in evergreen
Act like you know me, when you see the platinum on my wrist
Act like you know me, when you know that I done took yo bitch
Act like you know me, if you know that I been husslin'
Act like you know me, rock for rock the record business man
Act like you know me, if I pull the strap and bring the pain
Act like you know me, if you see me on them twanky thangs
Act like you know me, when that fire shit is all we smoke
Act like you know me, if I tell ya nigga hit this dope
Act like you know me, when I'm winnin in this dice game
Act like you know me, if I tell yo' hoe dont touch the grain
Act like you know me, if I tell you niggas bring it on
Act like you know me, point'n in yo face a fuckin tone
Act like you know me, cause I'm armed with guns and ready to bum
Act like you know me, cause I bring the war like Vietnam
Act like you know me, when you see me cruising were you lay
Act like you know me, cause with bitches I dont fucking play
Act like you know me, cause I'm super serious with this evil
Act like you know me, in my Regal - chrome desert eagle
Act like you know me, I hate say it but when I'm on some blow
Act like you know, I turn gorilla might rape a hoe
Act like you know me, I'm from straight fucking Black Hav.
Act like you know, that I bet that I blow that I aint afraid
Act like you know me, 'fore you say that on yo CD's
Act like you know, once before I caught you in the streets
Act like you know me, cause these bullets know no fucking name
Act like you know, I brought you in and take you out this game
Act like you heard of Triple Six is bout some bigger bussiness
Act like you heard if it's a murder, you can be the witness
Act like you know me, when you got pounds of the green dough
Act like you know me, when you want to hit the ski slopes
Act like you know me, when you got gallons of alcohol
Act like you know me, when you braking down the bowling balls
Act like know me, when you got a load of freak hoes
Act like you know me, when you got the pearl to touch her toes
Act like you know me, when I tell you that my name is Lord
Act like you know me, when I tell you Lord will cut your cords
Act like you know me, cause you know I like to wear black
Act like you know me, cause you know I like to tote a gat
Act like you know me, cause you know I pop up on ya set
Act like you know me, cause you know I came to get it wet
Act like you know me, cause you know you got to call the cops
Act like you know me, cause you know the fucking blocks hot
Act like you know me, cause you know I took yo fucking spot
Act like you know me, act like you know me nigga, NOT
Act like you know me, got you niggas saying I'm the shit
Act like you know me, when you see me with my fuckin clique
Act like you know me, when I creep and sneek up in yo house
Act like you know me, when you hear, I done cleaned the house
Act lke you know me, when I'm block'n cruis'n who she be
Act like you know me nigga, Gangsta Boo BHZ
Act like you know me, yo I'm real I'm trill, whatever nigga
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