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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
(Chorus)
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
(Chorus)
Nine motherfuckin millimeter
Aint no tradin hoe
This some real shit
Street shit
Lettin sucker know
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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
Chorus x2
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
(Lord Infamous)
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
(Koopsta Knicca)
(??) 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
Chorus x1
(Gangsta Boo)
I'm in it to deep
To escapre this kind of drama
Got crossers, playa hatas, and fakers, that equals problems
Today in thi
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(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 bit
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Chorus x2
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
(Juicy J)
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
(DJ Paul)
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'
Chorus x2
(Gangsta Boo)
For you motherfuckin' niggas
For you motherfuckin' hoes
Stayin' real as ca be
On my fuckin' ten toes
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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
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(Frazier Boy) mean mug niggas lookin ana hid from a smile but inside blood
cookin got a problem wit my style wwit tha click wit tha klan lames I don't
understand if you feel dat ya real fuck a song grab da steal
(Juicey J)
theese snitching niggas claim we dealin
told them folks we pimpin women
but a nigga ain't gone live it
locked up in a fed building
All in my fuckin face
All upin my fuckin case
I'm about to take some names
wildest gone get buck and hang
Haters we ain't barin you
ya'll then broke thae panic fuse
never have we been cool
Never have fucked wit you
Neither do you fuck wit me
On yo d's or smoke yo tree's
I'm about to make you bleed
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(D.J. Paul)
Now some nigga's downing me on some bitch's mane I got model's (hoe)
I blow all of yo insides up out you and make you hollow (hoe)
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.
[DJ Paul-Talking]
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 Infamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the king of the muthafuckin' ";M"; town.
And it's goin' down- HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!
[La Chat]
La Chat, with that gat
The other queen of Memphis
Hypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...
[Gangsta Boo]
...In the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris fuck a glass
Nigga drink it out the bottle...
[La Chat]
...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...
[Gangsta Boo]
...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?
[La Chat]
Yeah I got your fuckin' back
Buckin' bitches that be hatin'
Blow their chest up through their back
[Gangsta Boo]
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
[La Chat]
So you heard it from the quee
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