Chorus x4
This weed is got me high
So high, so high
This bud is got me high
So high, so high
(DJ Paul)
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
(Crunchy Blac)
Watcha got down in your trunk
(Juicy J)
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
(Crunchy Blac)
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
(Gangsta Boo)
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
Chorus x4
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH
(Juicy ";J";)
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 get me
Cause I'm real with this here
I ain't scared of none 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 dissapear
(DJ Paul)
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 weak ass face
I been knowin' ya so I know a sissy hoe
Yeah I 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
Chorus x4
(Lord Infamous)
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
We should hypnotize
Instagater fight
Fire in my eyes sosate lucky Frank White
Ready for the Gunfight
If you wanna get high
Ain't no sympathize
Make you sleep til it's judgement night
(La Chat)
Talk is cheap
I hear you talking but you ain't bout your biz
La Chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch
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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
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DJ Paul: talking}
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
{Juicy J}
(background mixed through various parts of whole song)
LOCK em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast you'll be flying
{Crunchy Black}
we bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools (x2)
{DJ Paul}
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
{Juicy J}
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
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
Chorus x8
Watcha do, watcha do
(Scarecrow)
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
(Gangsta Boo)
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
Chorus x8
(Juicy J)
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
(DJ Paul)
It's bout 2-0-9
I'm ridin' Viper tryin' to find somethin' freaky
Cause I
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[Hook - repeat 4x]
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
[Juicy J]
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
[Crunchy Blac]
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
i cant not stop i keep on busting my gun
i cant be seeing myself stop until the feeling of calm
this ain't no sitcom ,yo income
fool i have you seeing
mask on my face so no idenity they seeing
the enemies me and the six triple triple six
picture beeing face to face wit the forty bitch
one gee of that cash flow try to escape got to charge a hoe
44 in the middle bitch your life is said
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&#
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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
[Serv-on]
Boy,I think this the second time you done passed up this sign you goin'the wrong way main.
[Fiend]
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?
[Fiend]
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-6Talk it like I bring I feel you need this,deep shitSleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches,it's all on you
Like that lil nigga B.G. cd volume 2I throw hallows threw ,what you use to swallow and chew, 'bout what ya gone do?
[Lord Infamous]
Infamous I'm leavin brain dustI'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
Chorus:
FiendIf I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it
Never see me holdin it and go
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