(Chorus)Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
(Juicy J)
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
(Chorus)
(Juicy J)
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
Chorus:
[D.J. Paul]
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
[Gangsta Boo]
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
[D.J. Paul]
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
[Gangsta Boo]
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
Verse 1:
[Gangsta Boo]
Nigga please
im hotter than 100 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 to much for you nigga
extra nigga in the Jag
can you get with me nigga
Hell No!
Im the bitch wit the chronic that's getting high
Makin' money, lookin funny
when I fuck on you guys
damn right! Im the bitch of da night
no matter what
thugged out
in some ";Sean John"; jeans***
a big butt
what you see when im walking on by
I see you lookin
whether male or female
you in I see you lookin'
(Bigger pussy)
When im packin' yo' nigga
you know the taste
At the ";S"; it's 99'
you serve me wit' 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 ?
[Repeat Chorus]
[D.J. Paul]
I seen em' coming out the club
drop the p
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Chorus x3
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
Sick off human ashes
Hatas passion
(DJ Paul)
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
(Gangsta Boo)
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
Chorus x3
(Juicy J)
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
Chorus-2x
Hit the weed
Pass the dough
Mask'em face
Hide the yo
Ride on up
Not too fast
Point the guns
Kill yo' ass
1st verse
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
Chorus-2x
2nd verse
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
(Chorus) x4
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
Chorus
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
[Lord Infamous]
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
CHORUS:
Don't make me kill, don't make me kill somebody (x4)
What you boys gon' do (x8)
[Scan Man]
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 somethi
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(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 thr
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Chorus-DJ Paul-(8x)
I'd rather die a soldier
Than nigga live a coward
(Lord Infamous)
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
(Lachat)
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 ???
Chorus-8x
(Project Pat)
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 soldie
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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 nig
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[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 hood 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
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