[Intro]
(Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good)
Man: So what's up with you right now?
Girl: What you mean what's up with me? What's up with you?
Man: I'm trying to find out what you want to do
Girl: I think I need to go home chill out, relax
Man: I think you need to go with me and lay down and relax with me
Girl: Naw it's too early for that
Man: Too early? I been thinking about it for a long time
Girl: But I just met you I don't do that...on the first date
Man: Been with a man you should have been doing it girl, what's wrong with
you?
Girl: What's wrong with you? You ain't getting none
[DJ Paul]
The shit started off real well
Real swell the bitch was talking lovely
She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8:30
It'll be my first time hitting this bitch I gotta work
I call me nigga Big L for about two ounces to serve
I jumped in some kinda fresh smelling like is it me?
I'm thinking I know I'm anxious this bitch is beeping me
This one right here is too wheezy I'm damn near scared of that
But I'ma let you boys know when I take care of that
I'm pulling up to the crib lights out
I hit her Nextel celli tell her to come on out
Stepping out of the crib sexy looking bad as hell
I'm knowing goddamn well I'm bout to get in that tail
So we pulled out first stop J&S liquor store
Don't you play no games young boy you know that's where I gotta go
She talking about going back to my crib but that ain't trying to happen
I changed the subject poured another cup and I kept on yapping
Jumped on the title of six hoping the hoe peeps game
Hickeys all over her neck so I know she got a man
I'm coming out can we fuck? I'm on my period
Bitch the lies
So I dropped the
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(Gangsta Boo)
What'd up nigga how you doing
Can you hit me on that late nite tip
Can we hook up somethin' for yo' tongue to touch my pussy lips
(Eat it)
Why not eat it can you feel me bursting full of joy
Can you feel me cummin' like I'm runnin' for the mayor boy
(Stoppin)
You be poppin' game let me bang that pussy mane
You can get the keys to the Range
Boo it ain't no thang
(Yeah)What I'm sayin',naw I'm playin',be for real dude
I ain't trippin' off ya fuckin' car I'm a baller too
(Hit me)If you wanna hook up like we some major playas
Call me and I'll see you later
Ah there goes my fuckin' pager
Nigga what's the dilly
Do you want me to step up to you
I be trippin' how it is so easy to persuade you
Game you need plenty of look as if you were a scrub
I be wantin' thuggy,thug love
You be none above
Cowards that devours now you know you need to get rid of that
Comin' over Gangsta Boo house
Bet you'll eat my cat
Chorus-2x
DJ Paul
Dick suckin' hoe,nut suckin' hoes
Hoes,hoes they ain't nuthin' but hoes
Gangsta Boo
Pussy eatin' niggas,broke ass niggas
Niggas,niggas ain't nuthin' but niggas
(Juicy J)
Hangin' on the corner wit' my nigga P
Just across the street
Walkin' up a freak
I heard her name Gretchen
Her pussy tight and gripping
Straight from the hood so we call her chicken
Lookin' like her mammy,smellin' like her granny
Switchin' wit' a skirt
Never wearin' panties
Said she want a friend to screw her at summer inn
Hydro weed and a case of henn
Take her to a room,next thing ya know
A nigga hit the do'
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DJ Paul
What the true playas doin,oh,they makin these hoes pay the mutha fuckin cost,
to the real mutha fuckin boss,
pimpin is how I make my livin,you fools need to keep payin bitch,
cause while ya gettin po,Im steady gettin rich,
why they payin these hoes,I cant figure it out,these bitch could be chewin &
screwin,
the whole fuckin backyard and not get a dime for that,
for what,hoe I dont need ya,what Im gonna eat ya,bitch Im bout to beat ya,
and what's up wit them hoes that made the song,chewin ass nigga,
tramp ass bitches forgot that I had the picture,
from the camcorder in the closet,caught you hoes slippin,
these bitches be gettin mad when they hear they name on tape,they start to
trippin,
that's how it is fuckin wit a Backyard nigga,
my nigga Lord Infamous got fingers on the trigga,
aimin for yo face lettin ya hoes know the score
yo Juicy what these niggas doin (They chargin these hoes mane)
Repeat Chorus
Juicy J
I met a lil freak bitch who always wore tight shit,
had 5 kids and her pussy had a tight grip,
the first of the month came,the first of the month came,
I saw the mailman comin,now its time to run game,
give me half the check bitch,niggas like me never quit,
big nose red bitch,let yo lips meet my dick,
(DJ Paul)
Nigga recognize tha Triple 6 shit
It's so fuckin' thick
We gotta lay it down
We gotta spray
We gotta break ya bitch
Comin' up stays on my mind
So we gotta drop a busta
A playa hatin' nigga or a crooked cop
Run up
If ya wanna
It aint no thang I put my gun up
Midnight to sun up
Still break you manne in that M
Tha M-Town
Niggas get buck Non stop
fuck off and learn the real meanin of a plastic Glock
G Gotta touch 'em gotta grab 'em cuz I think hes bail
L Lay 'em down no remorse come with me to hell
O Overnight we be rich when we touch the trick
C Catch him slippin' he's so soft do 'em in quick
K Killas on my payroll I gotta stay straight
19 If us fear from work there's no need to trade
Tha Three 6 Mafia real niggas know
Slaw in Memphis Tennessee
We down to break da law bitch..
Chorus
Break da law, break da law...
Comin up from the back buckin' niggas down
Comin comin up from the back buckin' niggas down
Comin up from the back buckin' niggas down
Cause when you duck we hit you with the bat
(DJ Paul)
Pass me tha Glock so I can get buck
A mean frown stay on my face cuz I dont give a fuck
Loced out afro
And a big Fila coat
14 carat gold
Smile and a bone around my throat
Glock 19 is tucked nicely down my fruit of the looms
For them niggas that trick it in
Im stickin' up them tracks they boom
Shakin' like a mothafucka when I lock you down tight
In tha Chevy trunk with nothin' but nails to dig for yo life
Fool it ain't no game you gotta die the devil sent me
Six in yo chest who's next?
(DJ Paul)Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka
Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe
Three 6 mafia, M-Child
A whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this shit
You wanna fuck a hoe
Then Wait until you're back
When the war's gone bitch
You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas
Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7
Once again, it's on
Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch
Woow, woow, woow woow woow woo
(DJ Paul)
Now when they comes to the hood
I be like black in my zone
Now when it comes to parts of the body
I got more (??)
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
And people callin' it green
That smoke how much I like it
Again it's up to him
I need to let some shots off
>>And Dj Paul with Teflon also take that bulletproof off
But when they jump, I pump
To put some murderin' punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk
Scarecrow
Play
I'ma terror from The End
I'll watch that body explode
If they retaliate I blast
I think about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though
Don't you know
I want to get rid of those faked up hoes
It's the city of Memphis
Watch me witness how this nigga unload
Rage make me regularly, force me blood
I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge
I'm nuts
You got no crips
You got no heart
you niggas from the start
I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts
(Gangsta Boo)
Wussup mista trick
Do you wanna get with this
Pimp type ass bitch down with the Triple 6
My Lexus trunk or Viper
Prophet Posse nothin' nicer
In this fuckin' body parts through the air
Fuck you playa hatin punks
I w
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[K RoC ]
Hoe, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me
Throw a chump
and run a man through da crowd
He gonna give me sumthin
Brap Rap my niggas
And step em when K- Rocin
Dont fuck with dis, see
See if u wit me
if u wit me
mon
We buck em down
We buck em down
Only one
Comin out of that back door
slangin my yae-o
rollin on them po-poes
dropin that viper
smokin that indo
makin that bank roll
Stupid ass bithes
dont you know
Killa Klan Kaze playas makin them profits
Hoe
[MC Mac]
chillin down on the lower level
waitin for my time to come
with this fool
a million styles
maybe i just might make bond
release me on my own
???? bak on the streets
with no employment
no doubt
without no cheese up in my pocket
tell me how can I have enjoyment
throughout my life
say mo shit
knowin MC Mac dont love no bitch
because if I loved them
I cant trust em
breakin this rocks gonna make me rich
the Kaze
my Klan
my click
must buck
cuz theres no testin us
pop em and drop em
lock em and top em
all up in my trunk
[M Child]
dynamite I'm tossin
hatas crossin
its da end bitch
u runnin into bullet proof
hoe, we still da Triple 6
Prophet to da P
earsin niggas that wanna skrive
with flows of horror
I'm droppin like Steven Speilberg
deep into da mound
aint nuttin but killas up in da dark&n
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Chorus)Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, Fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off
Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, Fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off
Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, Fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off
Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, Fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off
I aint on this shit
Quick with my fuckin gat
Blow a nigga ass off
Bitch thats just how i react
I'm a real nigga all about my fuckin killin
You busters with that animosity
Yo cap I'm feelin
I'm from the grove with my 4
See I stay straped
Never slip and see no Memphis niggaz on the map
I got that gauge 38 and that four five glock
Deep in the bushes see I'm scooping with that red dart
You try to run I'm a get my glock and blast you
This is a blow a nigga ass off part two
Kill a bitch
Fuck a hoe
Do or Die in the nine for
R.I.D.G.E.G.R.O.V.E bring this to the door
No love loss bitch
North Memphis in the fuckin house
Fuckin bustin bitches
PROJECT PAT)
";It used to be an old conveinice borded up about ten years when I seen it i
knew it was as good as gold
most motherfuckas cant do what i did you know what the problem is with your
average motherfucka
that they fail to see the big picture all they want to do is ride around town
in a clean car buy some
expensive jewelry or a big bank roll they can show off to impress some bitch
but thats the short cheese";
(BIG PATS WORKER)
Chorus 4x
What's up, big mouth, big talk, big game
Teacher pet, taking aim, pump the tech, I'm taiking aim
(Pastor Troy)
Triple six 99 a bitch but fuck it
Creep up on them pussy niggaz hit the lights and the button
Don't you love it shit Pastor Troy DSGB
I represent it with my nigga from what (Tennessee)
The enemy of the state I'm keeping nothing but weight
I top grind on these niggaz quit actin like it's straight
And niggaz fake but I tell them niggaz fuck ya'll
I dump your pussy ass and flip it with my nigga Paul
Who can you conversation you see me pacing
And you can run and run but I'll be waiting
And you can bet I represent it for the southeast
Until death on the motherfucking beat triple six
Chorus 4x
(Pastor Troy)
I started rolling at the early age I heard it paid
So I made an investment, all my money was spent on buying drugs
And giving hugs to broads checking for bud
Because I'm dodging the law
I never saw and may I kept a kind the rest was raw
I had a proper ass (?)
I stole the show I didn't know I'd be judged
That's on the low and Pastor Troy praise God
Cause I concealed and my intentions to spill who ever will
Please step up and be killed
Don't think I'm real just to show that blood is red
Ain't no way till you finished just 16 shots in ya head
Ya'll scared
Chorus 4x
(T-Rock)
In the land of ATL, run shelves, crack sells for clientele
Brutally your head swell all who oppose get sent to hell
Midrange make ways to stay paid with AK's
[Chorus]
Killa Klan, come get this, big business,
motherfucker be a witness
(K-Rock from Killa Klan Kaze)
Now I was coming in up in Memphis on that
motherfuckin real shit
Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all my
dues to Triple the 6
Scanman might take your hand, slowly grab to the
pistol grip
See Crunchy Black up in the back loading up my
extra clip
Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no murder
case
I pulled over, got my glizz,I took my hand and
popped the cop
DJ Paul looked at me, nervously without a sweat
Carlo Haywood got his check, robbed the dope mane
broke his neck
OX and vogues put up on hoes, stinging like a
bumble bee
European Chevy Thang pop out woodgrain leather seats
South Memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new tape
for sale
Mystic Styles bumpin loud in the sand ford bring a
crowd
chevy thang with your clip, project with the fuckin
pump
Cuz show me love, K-Rock locked'em in the fuckin
trunk
Damn I'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuttin in my
hand
Maybe I'll be savin babies, fuck my lady I'm the man
Rappin' aint no fuckin thang, triple 6 be
biggity-bangin'
Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it woulda
been ol' K-Rock
Finna be cockin', attackin' and poppin'
and droppin' these coppers like enemy niggas
That can't pull the trigger, I figure this pimpin'
that's livin' them limpin the Triple 6
Now I'm back when I been on the track wit the
Scarecrow
Cuz the DJ Paul pop in the clip, no slippin' you're
trippin I'm taking no lip
Niggas I'm droppin your musical style
Killa Klan
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