[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, NO A MUTHAFUCKIN 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
[DJ Paul]
Now do muh niggas bust glocks fuck wit us BITCH SEE
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 VEST goin' be workin' when you twirkin' with some pros
Automatic WEAPON carrier SILENCE 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: Gangsta Boo (repeat 2X)
We BE just anotha crazy click
Doin whatever to get us by when we pumped up
You OUT OF LUCK bitch I aint goin' lie
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
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[DJ Paul talking with gunshots in background]
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]x1
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 ... Read more »
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
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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
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repeat 4x
I'm so high, all I smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green Yeah, that got damn dope
Verse 1: DJ Paul
I fuss wit' that light green
I fuss wit' theat drizzle, hoe
I puts fire to the tail
I smokes till it is no mo'
I fuss wit' this hotel
I got towels to the do'
I fuss wit' this freaky hoe
That's down fo' the dick and blo'
I'm blazin' this sticky, but never mixing it wit my coke
This one right here for the nose,
This one right for the smoke
This one right here rolled in dollars
This one right here rolled in blunt
I'm taking shit from the vics
I'm wielin' like nigga's stunt
Verse 2: Juicy J
1st you get the Swishers
2nd buy the liquor
3rd buy some of that sticky, most smokers call it sticker
Can't forget the Newports, somethin' long not too short
Call my nigga Big Tris, bring that blow and snizort
I'm high as fucking lizzy
I'm stressin' how I'm livin'
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimmee just one mo' hizzy
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
Hook repeats 4x
Verse 3: Crunchy Black
Give me weed, give me green,
give me somethin wit no seed
Give me somethin I can break down wit
no sticks, ya understand me?
It don't makes no D if its kind bud or bud
Just gently give it to me
and my hand will gently touch
In yo hand you can see it'ss a big face from me
Tell my nigga pass me that Swisher, so I can roll up this weed
Gently fillin up wit weed
Put that joint to that sweet
Then my nigga looked at me
Then we started to repeat
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
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Laughter-
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
(Koopsta Knicca)
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
(Gangsta Boo)
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 a
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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
(chorus) 2x's
Hoes can be like niggas
And pull triggers mane
Jump up on a girlfriend
Dropping bodies in the river
I said
Hoes can be like niggas
And pull triggers mane
Jump up on a girlfriend
Dropping 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
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(Chorus)x2
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
Now I was pullin a fucking gun
We out so throw them thangs
Don't hit that white
Any why the fuck act like you crazy man
We know you niggas just some hoes
You let our nuts hang
(??)
And let me crack you mind up
Want to get you hypnotized cause you this scarecrow
Keep a mystic type of business than we run
You may not cap to the s's
Cause we young, my time, my flex
It's a futuristic and autistic mega plisto plex
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 clocks 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 down people die up in the audience
Word up, push them to the floor
Put your foot in his guts so aple watch them fully trample
Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so kit kiddy 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)
