Talking]
Hey we gonna do a song called Tongue Ring
Let me see your Tongue Ring, is it rusty, hahaha
Chorus One: {D.J. Paul}
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 see
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
{Juicy 'J'}
Me and my niggas train 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 of memph
hold the hands and love the shit
hope you ain't no ecstasy
don't you know she used to trip
open the door to pop the crespt
to take your time to fucking sex
Neva will I wear that sweatah
knowing she'd be chewing peckahs
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
{D.J. Paul}
Now nigga (nigga) what ?
What the fuck ?
Im all about them freaky hoes
that like to suck
them broads wit' them booty blowin'
now thats the business
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 cap rocket
drink some crown with it
niggas wit some videos
or some college hoes
that playin' hard to get
but they the freakiest (freakiest)
Chorus Two: {DJ Paul}
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring<
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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
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(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 hesi
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(bang bang)i say we close (pancho v)
c'mon u fuckin fag (dj paul)
i say we... (pancho v)
wassup menn? (juicy j)
wassup menn? (pancho v)
wassup?
wassup menn? (dj paul)
menn dis nigga got out couple of motherfuckin months (juicy j)
nigga even aint holla at a nigga menn (juicy j)
c'mon menn, it aint even like dat (pancho v)
i'm tryin to get shit straigh wit keisha and da baby menn (pancho v)
i see, the mugz 'n' flippin burgers like a motherfucker (dj paul)
locked up 5 motherfuckin years (juciy j)
got out wit da mexicad and bullshit (juicy j)
(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
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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
[Juicy ";J";]
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)
[DJ Paul]
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 ground
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
[Chorus] 2x
[Gangsta Boo]
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
[Cruncy Blac]
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
[Gangsta Boo]
Yo yo yo Yeah for real you be high like that,
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 WHOLE FACE
Real name Rova 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 DOOSH
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 SPUNKY(?)
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 street
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Chorus 1 x1
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 man capture me
Chorus 2 x1
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will I live to see the morning sun
If the law man capture me.
(Scarecrow)
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 poulty
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
(DJ Paul)
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
(Crunchy Blac)
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
(Scarecrow)
Now the tables have turned
And in the mist of the morgue
Your funky sould burn nigga
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
dont have to ask dont hve 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 dont touch
first find a mate second find a place
third find a bag to hide the face
real name rover said bend over
I started to knob then came the odor
smelt like mush shouldnt had a wush
told her stop and take a dush
when she did that I didnt 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 its to crabby
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 spunny
once had her down backyard ground
hit it from the back enjoyed the sound
lay on the cover always use the rubber
till I got caught fuckin with her mother
