В свои восемь уже курят сигареты, в грязные порваные вещи одети. Ночуя в подвалах, не чуя материнской ласки, живут как в грязной страшной сказке. Бродят по улице с опаской, им мама в детстве не читала сказки, у них наверняка мать была алкашкой, если была вообще Припев Дети с улиц, красная свобода. Дети с улиц, у которых нет бога. Нюхают клей, чтобы погасить голод. Дети с улиц, которых так много. Вынуждены быть зверьми с девизом" какая жизнь, такие мы" получая от ментов пизды, собирая бутылки у метро. Дети про которых забыли давно и им остается лишь одно, бороться за выживание на этой планете, уличные дети. Припев Дети с улиц, красная свобода. Дети с улиц, у которых нет бога. Нюхают клей, чтобы погасить голод. Дети с улиц, которых так много.
Третий день пошел без меня Я остался там, на войне Пуля-дура третьего дня Молча поселилась во мне Нес меня Серега на себе, на себе Нес меня Серега к своим, к своим Дождь рекою в след ему лил, лил Страшно помирать молодым В 19 с четвертью лет
В 19 с четвертью лееееет
В 19 с четвертью лееееет
Мы с Серегой думали там Что когда вернемся домой Долго будем спать по утрам И гулять всю ночь под луной А когда рассеялся дым, рассеялся дым И забрезжил тихо рассвет, рассвет То Серега стал вдруг седым, седым В 19 с четвертью лет.
В 19 с четвертью лет!
В 19 с четвертью лет!
Мама этой ночью шел дождь (этой ночью шел дождь) Над землею тихо он плыл ( плыл тихо над землей) Он тогда хотел мне помочь (он хотел помочь) Мама этой ночью я жил, я жи-и-лл
Проплывает тихо рассвет (проплывает рассвет) И в стает за лесом заря (заря) Только вот меня уже нет (нет) Третий день пошел без меня ( без меня!)
Напрасно Было(Cука) Ты в любовь играла, но все проиграла, метко ты стреляешь, но не попадаешь, ты такая сука, жить с тобой мука, все что с нами было, все напрасно было.
Снова ты уходишь, на третий день приходишь, непонятно где была, да еще пьяна, столько пропущенных звонков, на телефоне у тебя, Сергей, Андрей и Влад, пишут конфетка как дела.
Припев Ты в любовь играла, но все проиграла, метко ты стреляешь, но не попадаешь, ты такая сука, жить с тобо мука, все что с нами было, все напрасно было.
А мне все врешь, всякий бред несешь, мол у подруги ты была, а телефон че не брала, была так сильно занята, да, говорили мне друзья, что в центре ты с одним была и шла за руку не спеша. Ты в любовь играла, но все проиграла, метко ты стреляешь, но не попадаешь, ты такая сука, жить с тобой мука, все что с нами было, все напрасно было.
Зачем ты нагло так врала, при том смотрела мне в глаза, зачем со мной вообще жила, зачем все стоило скрывать, что не могла мне все сказать, тебя не стану избивать, все что хочу тебе сказать, иди ты на х*й б*ядь.
Ты в любов играла, но все проиграла, метко ты стреляешь, но не попадаешь, ты такая сука, жить с тобою мука, все что с нами было, все напрасно было. Ты в любов играла, но все проиграла, метко ты стреляешь, но не попадаешь, ты такая сука, жить с тобою мука, все что с нами было, все напрасно было.
Проснись, мой ангел По небесному своду пройдись одиноко Вдвоем И я растаю От волшебного взгляда пьянящей любви... Парит мой ангел крыльями машет покорный слуга твой один Я погибаю.... В сжигающих сердце Ошибках судьбы
Мы будем вместе Ты постой Ведь я был счастлив лишь с тобой И лишь во сне(ты слышишь) В разлуке не найти покой Это причиняет эту боль...
И лишь во сне Где дождь и снег твоей судьбы И отражает яд воды на небе Холодный снег ночной луны где в целом мире мы одни Остаись...
Постой, мой ангел Я люблю, ведь ты знаешь Зачем исчезаешь? Вернись Я умоляю Помни, я только твой Я живу лишь тобой.....
Ты идешь одна С тобою лишь тень искать любовь ,внутри своих вен Пусти, мне в кровь свою любовь Пусти свой яд, убей себя Любовь до конца,без конца,нет конца Бесконечная жажда И боль до конца ,без конца,нет конца Героиновая…. Жизнь течет,как сок Стекая внутри! Тебя лишь Яд наивной любви в белой любви Растворяется тело Медленно падает белое небо у белой любви -красные слезы Растворяется мир в ожидании дозы … Любовь Все сжигает до тла Любовь Героиновая
Посмотри на это небо Видишь там горит твоя звезда Только одна И больше никого ты зажала сама себя Посмотри ,не прячь глаза ПО твоей щеке течет слеза И руки дрожат Трясется под ногами земля...
Посмотри я все отдал Ты одна,ты та которую я искал Но потерял Ты осталась позади А я опоздал И теперь я стер себя Мне осталась лишь боль и пустота потухла звезда...
В темном небе Навсегда...
Я сумасшедший каждый раз Но лишь когда я с тобой Я погружаюсь в покой Твоих ,синих глаз И острой бритвой нежных ласк
Ты причинила мне боль И наслаждалась игрой Змеином ядом сладких фраз
Я помню те ночи и дни Когда мы были с тобой вдвоем С тобою моя жизнь стала арасивой мечтой Только с тобой Но ничто не вечно
Да,ешанс всего лишь Я стал другим Без тебя все иначе Я плачу....
Да,я искал тебя Больше нет В голове словно яд этот бред Пытаюсь забыть, сгораю... Навсегда....
Зупинись, потяг Доїдемо потім Бачиш: коридор, тато Речей небагато. Знаєш, а то ж я Намалював собі братика на столі І, мабуть, тепер він дізнався, і на мене заображався Па, чесно, більше не зроблю так. Швидше знімай рюкзак і давай гратись Я ж іще не вмію прощатись.
І в книжках, колись в книжках Розцілує посмішку знайому Вже сам до підвіконня дотягнувся І нарешті тато повернувся У назвах вулиць, а він чекав удома.
Віршик вивчу І на стілець вище. Буду для тебе старатись І слова не забувати. Тату, а чому, твої стали очі червоні Справді, треба і ніхто інший за тебе.
І в книжках, колись в книжках Розцілує посмішку знайому Вже сам до підвіконня дотягнувся І нарешті тато повернувся У назвах вулиць, а він чекав удома
Крем кусками по губам И одевая власть, И слизывая сладость, Пока фартило в масть Ты не робел, а бил, Как сильная рука Указ для дурака. И порохи души, И правду на гроши Менял и не жалел И целил в мой удел, Хотел меня на дно, Вот только одно «но»!
Припев: Смотри в меня в упор! Что видишь - то мое! Хотел мою свободу – Я не отдам ее! Смотри в меня в упор! Ответы все во мне! Хотел моей свободы - Так получи вдвойне! ..так получи вдвойне
Да, я знаю этот мир, Я видел его цвет, Бумаги и монет, Вкус яда и конфет, Падений и побед. Теперь нажми на «Rec», Открою свой секрет… Да, пока ты рвал себе По суше и в воде, Я верил и любил, Насколько было сил И за мечту отдал Корабль и причал, Себя не потерял!..
Припев
Надо ли? И даже если казаться слабыми, То только вместе с любимой рядом быть, И на рассвете делиться планами… О-о-о-о-о Надо ли? И даже если казаться слабыми, То только вместе с любимой рядом быть, И на рассвете делиться планами… Но не с тобо-о-о-о-ой!!!
I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches These boys ain′t wild I′ll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
[DJ Paul] My nigga silent night, deadly night That′s when I start when I start creepin′ like a hitman Scope my man then I toss the dynamite Bitches yall ain′t got the guns Bitches yall ain′t got the funds Fuckin′ around with Three to Six I′ll make you niggas duck and run Hoes this ain′t no game I′m ???, I′m sad, I′m fed up with you boys Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga Make his eyes close I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes
[Gangsta Boo] I say we marchin′ and steppin′, plenty weapons we packin′ Why you haters be lackin′ always dissin′ with rappin′ How you bumpin′ our shit then you turn around an you diss? You wouldn′t want to step with ?? and his shit you rookie bitch Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy I ain′t sayin your name you know who you are Lil′ Boy In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races People nail me to crosses like I′m Jesus you satan
I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches I′m staying crunk I′m plenty fucked I can′t be barrin′ you bitches I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches These boys ain′t wild I′ll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
[Juicy J] Now I ain′t fucked up bout these niggas dissin′ Cause a nigga givin these blessings See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a fuckin′ weapon Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later Probably I should call the boys Tell them to bring them toys We gonna bust them bitches and fold them up like aluminium foil And keep loadin them guns Takin em one by one Throwin′ up sets and snappin′ necks until the job is done
[Lord Infamous] Take em′ on a lyrical holocaust Infamous is just our mafia boss Nigga walk around with his head blown off Call me the wicked ass lord of farce Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart Infamous coke has got no heart Coming through the hoe ain′t no motherfuckin boss Fall to the earth ??? Hoes be froze in a permanent dose These bitches blow me outta their clothes Call me the nigga with the dirty nose That will unload a 44 up to the foes Ain′t no playin with you motherfuckin hoes Let′s throw that rope but you hoes don′t know But the infamous know you So and So and Toe and Toe I take the flow
I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches I′m staying crunk I′m plenty fucked I can′t be barrin′ you bitches I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches These boys ain′t wild I′ll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
[Koopsta Knicca] Ahh... ??? ??? dress up on my head see, heard dat? Ask motherfuckin′ scared nigga hell yeah Jumped up out the bed cause no sofa ??? ya heard? ??? ??? 4 clickas ain′t going out like no bitch Ain′t no ??? out this place like that fog up in my face Ain′t no rollin′ like no sissy Ain′t no busta bitch, OK? Grab that gat cocked and handle like they think that I′m crazed So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid
I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches I′m staying crunk I′m plenty fucked I can′t be barrin′ you bitches I′m staying crunk I′m plenty drunk I can′t be barrin′ you bitches These boys ain′t wild I′ll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
[Chorus] x2 (Mike Jones & Paul Wall samples) I Keep purple stuff all in my cup, 84′s when I′m rollin′ up I got them TV screens fallin′ down I Keep purple stuff all in my cup, 84′s when I′m rollin′ up Gettin′ high ridin′ ripped swervin′ side to side
[Juicy J] Gettin′ high ridin′ ripped swervin′ side to side On a Sunday afternoon you can see it in my eyes I been cheifin′ like an Indian player this the shit Ridin′ down to the park strip holla′n at a bitch Put your foot on the brakes then hit the gas and make it flick Then watch the hoes start lookin′ but they can′t off in my tint Cause′ its some players out this motherfucker ridin′ in the backseat But before you wanna′ get off in my whip you gotta suck me
[Crunchy Black] You got me leainin′ to the right you got me leanin′ to the left I done sipped so much syrrrp I might not think I need some help You mix three fuckin′ hoes and a two litre of player Then you better go get you a freaky little girl You ask her "Does she smoke weed" and that bicth holla "yes" She pulled out some cigars and some weed with pruple haze Then my kinfolks call and say that he got purple drank And I turned that fuckin′ corner headed to the purple drank
[Chorus] x2
[DJ Paul] (I got, I got) I got them 28′s on the Chevy sittin′ so high The plastic cups in the cup holder′s gettin′ dry And before I see the bottom ima holla at LL Cause that means I need a R-E-F-I-L-L From the, bottom to top nuthin′, but that thick I got, a thick bitch playin′, with my dick And she, done got lit, now she, curious She lookin′ at my dollar wantin′ to take a hit You know, I′m passin′ it, long as you actin′ right If she get gonzo im′a smack the daylight Clean up out the hoe, kick her out the do′ Call up "get high" Chris, go and get some mo′
[Chorus] x2
[Sample Playing] "Gettin′ high ridin′ ripped swervin′ side to side"
[Intro] ({How many, how many talk that shit} repeated throughout the intro) Three 6 Mafia Frayser Boy Yeah, yeah it′s going down You know what I′m sayin′? A lot of times we use the word bitch That goes for niggaz and hoes Whoever violate, gettin′ faced wit′ that bullshit Here′s what you do
[Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)] Put your foot up they ass(what) Foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin′ bad Put your foot up they ass(yep) [2x] And tell that hoe (Don′t violate me hoe, don′t violate) [4x]
[DJ Paul] Now niggaz man they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy You boys is fakers, nothin′ but carbon copies When we step up in the club, niggaz they play dead ′Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said It ain′t nothin behind your mugs but some motherfuckin′ hugs Y′all niggaz nicer than grandmas and fuckin′ ladybugs Yall haters shakin′ like booties up in a strip club I′ll cut your head off like Al Queda in this bitch WHAT!
[Juicy J] I aint playin′ wit′ you niggaz I′ll put my hands on you niggaz My foot will stand on you niggaz I thought you knew we pull triggers So why you testin′ me bitches You must be tryin′ to get stitches All on your forehead, you′re cold dead For fuckin′ wit′ pimpin′ I′ll take the back of a gun Hit you, you startin′ to run Split you wit′ two fuckin′ halves You mad runnin′ your tongue I ain′t no hoe that be likin′ Bustin′ and fightin′ and bitin′ I′m like a Tennessee Titan Tacklin′ and bringin′ the lightnin′ bitch!
[Hook]
[Crunchy Black] See I′m quick wit′ the pistols Shootin′, ain′t missin′ If I catch you slippin′ then I′m going to get you mister I ain′t gon′ miss ya I′ma go and split ya No evidence, witnesses, no pictures Talk that shit bro Told you I′ma get ya Hit you in the head wit′ the tip of the pistol Yea′ I do it big, shit I′m playin′ wit′ your sister Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard
[Frayser Boy] Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath Fuckin′ wit′ the hypnotize, you gon′ have a fast death Real niggaz, yeah we is, you can come and find out Frizzle′s on that bay, I can show you what my mind ′bout Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone ′Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it′s on Most of y′all been hoes, Frayser Boy′s ten toed Leave his ass in the past nigga like Nintendo, whoa
I′m so hi′, all i smell like is smoke Yeah, that motherfucking green Yeah, that got damn dope
Verse 1: DJ Paul
I fuss wit′ the light green I fuss wit′ the drizzle hoe I puts five to the tail I smokes till it is no mo′ I fuss wit′ this hotel I gots towels to the do′ I fuss wit′ this freaky hoe That′s down fo′ the dicky flo′ I′m blazin′ this sticky, but never mixing it wit mycoke This one right here for the nose, This one right for the smoke This one right here for the dollars This one right here roll the blunt I′m taking six from the stix I′m wildin′ like niggas 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 Newport, suckin′ on my too short Call my nigga Big Tris, bring that blow and snizort I′m high ass fucking lizzy I′m stressin′ how i′m livin′ Oh please, oh please, oh please, just give me just one mo′ hizze This hydro weed I got some I might blow you a shocker 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 or unstamy It don′t makes no d if its ? or dat bud Just give it give it to me and my hand will fill it up In yo hand you receive is a big face from me Tell my nigga pass me that swisher, so I can roll up this weed Get me fiending up wit weed Put that joint to that sweet Then my nigga looked at my me Then we started to repeat
Verse 4: Gangsta Boo
Yo, I be smokin′ out daily, maybe get up on some hazey Then remote and faded baby, cause you niggas drive me crazy Still a lady when I′m escalated Faded with my peeps Bobby Brown smokin′ niggas know not to even step to me When I′m high I ain′t gone lie, I′m feeling freaky up inside You wanna keep it on the low I put my truck on the other side Nigga nigga what′chu mean Gangsta Boo be on that green Looking good up on the scene Posted up knowhat I mean
Hook repeat 4x
Verse 5: Lord Infamous
Gone on the pills after ??? Yes I break out of the lot Smoke too much hydro puff I′m takin′ it up a notch ??Too me you ain′t got to eat?? ??And the stranger thinks of me?? I′m paralyzed from the P I′m shootin′ up cause of thee Bacardi for cocoa plex I step up and now he letched I′m going in to a trance Da deadliest demon man You thus as the Sosate say Yeah pass me that saucer tray Or pass me a blunt of hay I wanna just drift away, drift away
Verse 6: Koopsta
I be smokin′ on motherfuckin weed and chiefin′ out Hear me saying satinac prays Let her suck my dick Fo this girl drive me crazy These niggas got me doped Gotta blaze a blunt into me Fo just take me to the chiefin′ room Fuck the city with the chicken Chief the chicken, roll the chicken Smoking got the chicken out there dirty, with a lot of sticky Hear me this and I think I blowed a pound Now I seen me a little silohuette of mine
(Crunchy Black): Yeah that mothafucking green Yeah that got damn dope
Let′s plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...) Let′s plan a robbery (a robbery) Let′s plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...) Let′s plan a robbery (a robbery)
See I was on the North, North side in the projects cutterfield and dats where the the dope dealer nigga really live see they sold crack, and they sold weed too they specialize in cookin up the dope food to get it out, so the junkies can smoke too but me my nigga, I been smokin out chu and you ain′t you cause yall been cuttin up du I think I′ma have to touch ur ass with a tool its easy come easy go yall know the rule HCP motherfucker you know I′ll cut loose and if you got it, I′ma have to touch you like knockin on your door and holla trick-or-treat fool its halloween motherfucker, don′t let this motherfucker sight you a robbery to a muderery dance clue so any way that you want it, I got chu Its one way hallway nigga, so fuck you
Let′s plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...) Let′s plan a robbery (a robbery) Let′s plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...) Let′s plan a robbery (a robbery)
(chorus continues with next part)
You see good with this yay, but I′m better with these guns I manage dope to collect these funds
You see good with this yay, but I′m better with these guns I manage dope to collect these funds
(chorus ends)
I ran up in his spot, with the glock, his jaw dropped he knew I came for money and the weight I heard he got I cracked him in the middle of his face with the tome tied his ass up and ransacked his home I had to rep his bitch cause the hoe was stacked I fucked her from the back, with my gun to her back I left up out his crib, with dolla and purple hat but eventually got caught cause ?????????
Dont let me find out that you got that dope dont let me find out that you snitchin on folks dont let me find out that you tryna get rich riddin round′ the fuckin′ hood n makin fun of niggaz shit dont let me find out, feds tap a nigga phone dont let me find out, cause if I find out its on dont let me find out that niggaz sellin purple drank cuz I′ma rob all dem fools, like I robbed 20 banks
Let′s plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...) Let′s plan a robbery (a robbery) Let′s plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...) Let′s plan a robbery (a robbery)
(chorus continues with next part)
You see good with this yay, but I′m better with these guns I manage dope to collect these funds
You see good with this yay, but I′m better with these guns I manage dope to collect these funds
[Chorus: repeat 2X] The money I made didn′t change me, nigga it changed you I stayed the same through my wealth, but take a look at you Back in the days I went to school wit ya, too cool wit ya But seems like now I can′t fool wit ya
[DJ Paul] Back in the days I went to school wit ya (Ya hear me) Like blood brothers I was cool wit ya (Ya feel me) I remember times I carried tools wit ya (I clapped) But now days I can′t fool wit ya (I swear) You said I started to act funny (I can′t see it) Since I made me some money (You believe it) It wasnt no problem when I gave it to you (I know) But since I quit I′m in the wrong to you (Thats low) It ain′t my fault that I kept chasin my dreams You claimed you couldnt see the woods, because of too many trees (You dummy) And dispite impossibilities (You know) I turned to all impossibilities (For sho′) But that ain′t keepin it real in yo mind (I see) I gotta feed yo family and mine (Nigga please) I hate so bad that can′t keep pleasin (Keep Samplin) I guess everything happens for a reason (Shit happens)
[Chorus]
[Chrunchy Black] I can′t call you everyday, I got studio and shows You always want some money but ain′t never wrote no flows You think I gotta put you in all our videos And every time I buy something you want some C notes You think you outta quit your job and come and work for me So you can sit on your ass and get paid for free So if you sit down and give this shit a little thought You the one thats actin funny so I cut your water off
[Juicy J] Some people hate that Project Pat and Juicy J on the spot We pay cash for our cars that we push off the lot Back in the say they use to say this rappin shit was a flop But we done made our Mil tickets now they jealous and hot Dont get mad, ghetto niggaz went from rags to riches Straight outta North Side High now we stackin and pimpin I ain′t forgot about the hood, cause the hood is still in me I know its all to the good, all together we winnin
[Intro - Juicy J] Man let me tell you something Man let me tell you something Man this girl was sucking my dick so good the other day That she would tell me just let it go,just let it go Man i just ran off all in her mouth!
[Chorus - Juicy J + {Crunchy Black}] I′ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong}
I′ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong}
[Hook - Lord Infamous] Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I′m dead
Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I′m dead
Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I′m dead
Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I′m dead
[Juicy J] This is how a playa Get and take a little slut to crystals I be fuckin on they mama Then I′m going for their sister Treat them hoes like I′m they father But you know a nigga outta Make them hoes remain in check up Whoop they ass like jerry lawler Yes we ′posed to dick em dick em Drop their drawers and take their lichen When I′m on the yellow syrup I like to fuck off in the kitchen Got a bitch with one big holie I call her one of my rolie rolies Foolest girls is always down When the party starts they rollin Free bitch eat bitch Everybody need this Let her suck yo balls while all up But don′t kiss Never last long So enjoy it for the morning Boostnies and line Nigga come on let me bone it Hit it from the back or the side Hear her moaning Knew it you a fly hitter Have a nigga enjoyin it I′ma in my verse I′ma take it nice and simple She′ll suck yo dick til it′s sharp like a pencil
[Chorus - Juicy J + {Crunchy Black}] I′ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong}
I′ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong}
[Hook - Lord Infamous] Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I′m dead
Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I′m dead
Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I′m dead
Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I′m dead
[Lord Infamous] Some they like to suck the helmets Some they like to lick the sides Some they break out with the ice Some they sip up with the cold blind Some they look in yo eyes Some they turn around and hide Then say it is their first time Of their best dick suckin time Some bitches enjoy the taste Some they squirt it in they face I like the mouths Like the tounge Or fucking with that bitches tonsils Some they eat pussy too Some do him and do you Some can eat the whole pie Some they gagging all night
[D.J. Paul] See first I′m gonna buy me a cold two liter To mix about seven ounces of thick purple leaner And then I′m gonna pick up that little freak named christina Hold that bitch a cup and have her throw it on the scener Slammed down on riverside driving carolina Park and banged that bitch on the ass from the back seater She love to taste shit so this bitch she start to eat her I pull that boy out and on her face with the creamer BLAH!
[Chorus - Juicy J + {Crunchy Black}] I′ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong}
I′ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong}
[Hook - Lord Infamous] Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I′m dead
Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I′m dead
Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I′m dead
(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 hesitatin′, I come out buckin′ so watch the nine Off in East Memphis transactin′ bizness I know you straight I′m buckin′ you fakers who ain′t got cheese, the ones I hate
[Verse 4] (Lord Infamous) Could it be me, could it be somethin′ in the fuckin′ air Im seein′ niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin′ everywhere You wanna know if the Lord is mackin′ or a fuckin′ player I′m keepin′ all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin′ prayers Everywhere that I go I′m gettin′ all these evil stares I′m sick of all of these hatin′ muthafuckas in my hair All in my bizness, God is my witness I don′t even care Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah
Repeat Chorus 2X
[Verse 5] (Koopsta Knicca) Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I′m seriously pimpin′ Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin′ mo bitches than London got bridges Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well Touch me and you′ll die see you can burn wit me in hell This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that′ve lost it Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it Call Chris mane, shit dump ′em in a ditch Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders
[Verse 6] (Crunchy Blac) My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again He kickin′ in doors, he lookin′ for him some dividends He kidnappin′ hoes so he can make him some money mane And fuckin′ wit him is like fuckin′ wit somethin′ different Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust In gats we trust nigga, it really ain′t much nigga Cuz talkin′ to us nigga, we blowin′ ya up
[DJ Paul and Juicy J] I′m bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha niggas wanna do?) I′m bout to blow them boys ass off (Talkin all that fuckin shit) I′m bout to blow them boys ass off (Coward ass bitches) I′m bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha niggas wanna do?) I′m bout to blow them boys ass off (Talkin all that fucking shit) I′m bout to blow them boys ass off (Fighting niggas over a bitch) I′m bout to blow them boys ass off (Fuck you motherfuckin hoes) I′m bout to blow them boys ass off
[Juicy J] To you haters I′m the predator Set em up, wet em up When I′m in the hood, I′m like a drug-dealer regular Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don′tcha step ta tha Triple six, guns click, bitch we the murderers
[Crunchy Black] Triple six is the clique, why y′all niggas keep hatin me Y′all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go I ain′t gon′ let that nigga go, I′ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four
[Lord Infamous] I′ma sic′ em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter Bitch ass nigga, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed Soze, Two-L O Y D, sippin ounces of that liter Ask me if I worship Satan, I′ma send yo ass ta see em
[DJ Paul] Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South? I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan Left half of you haters alone and watched you die all on your own and feel for ya
[DJ Paul and Juicy J] I′m bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha bitches wanna do?) I′m bout to blow them boys ass off (Cuz nigga we ain′t playin wit ya) I′m bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha hoes wanna do?) I′m bout to blow them boys ass off (We got them tones ready ta blast) I′m bout to blow them boys ass off (What′s up nigga?) I′m bout to blow them boys ass off (Scared ass cowards) I′m bout to blow them boys ass off (Ain′t no cowards in this motherfucker) I′m bout to blow them boys ass off (Ain′t no cowards)
[DJ Paul] This for all my players out there ridin′... spinners I don′t care where you at, the club parking lot The express way, whatever What I want you to do right now is just STOP And let em′ keep spinnin′ man
[DJ Paul] Pedal to the metal then STOP, [*Brakes*] Take another sip from the syrup then STOP [*Brakes*] Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP [*Brakes*] See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP [*Brakes*] My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma Gals break when they see em′ it′s hard to breathe like they got asthma Older people trippin′ cause they think they seein′ thangs My car sittin′ still but my rims still rolin′ man, they off the chain
[Juicy J] Everybody let ya spinwheels spin like a spinmill Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin′ down to Knoxville See them thangs shinin′ sparkin′ like a diamond Bumpin′ the Alpi-ne, why you′s a lyin′ Eyes like a Chinese, I′m drinkin′ on the Heiny I′m ridin′ on the strip, any party you can find me You rollin′ with the finest, the North Memphis highness You ball till ya fall, till a player aged ninety
[Hook 2X]
[Lil′ Flip] I got twenty inch spinners on my drop [*Brakes*] Nothin′ but white and yellow rocks in my watch [*Brakes*] I′m doin′ one-fifty so I′m watchin′ for the cops [*Brakes*] Since I′m in the Lamborghini I ain′t gon′ stop [*Brakes*] I′m packin′ a glock believe it or not I′m ready to bust And down here we drink purple (And we drink that Tuss) So grab a cup Juice so I can pour ir up And if you represent yo hood, go on throw it up It′s the L-I-L F-L-I-P If I ain′t smokin′ trees, I′m pokin′ freaks So throw the row of keys and let me roll Cause this the way we ball, I′m just lettin′ you know We like our music slow but our cars go faster I′m in the V-12 with my cousin Big Shasta I′m Lil′ Flipper and I′m a top ten seller Everybody slowin′ down cause my drop is yellow
[Hook 2X]
[Lord Infamous] I saw my dog with the center circles so I [*Brakes*] They spinnin′ like a saw so don′t touch em′ when I [*Brakes*] I saw a shanky broad that owe me money so I [*Brakes*] See me choke the hell up out my broad when I [*Brakes*] When ya stand by the blades you can feel a slight breeze Stop by House of Dubs just to keep em′ on clean Fell up in the Peabody, the most expensive suite Them thangs still spinnin′ when I filled out the receipt
[Crunchy Black] I used to be clean in my Expedition A girl see me and she′ll be wishin′ That I′d stop and spit some pimpin′ It′s mackin′ in me baby, I just thought I would mention She got hot like in the kitchen You see my kin folks, cars, and glisten Ain′t nothin′ like Sprewells cause they spinnin′ It′s CB baby I′m just in it to win it
[DJ Paul] You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz out here sideline hatin y′knowhatI′msayin... don′t get mad cause a nigga straight up out the paint shop or car wash or the car lot or whatnot... feelin mean on the scene wit a pocket full of green y′knowhatI′msayin... and any one of y′all hoes think a nigga gon give ′em somethin I can′t give ya shit but this dick in ya muthafuckin mouth and ya muthafuckin hole and you gotta reach me somethin for that ho cause I ain′t for free bitch.. pay whatcha muthafuckin weigh
[Crunchy Blac] I pull up clean in my black fuckin truck Rims still spinnin so you know I′m cuttin up I′m ridin down the street bumpin nothin but us I spotted me a freak she was bout to catch a buzz I asked her whats her name baby it could be love But you know ya boy don′t fuck wit nothin but sluts The ones that make money and stack them bucks A bank for that cap and a bank for that butt SLUT!
[Juicy J] Nigga I′ll tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol′ dick And won′t be fucked up bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp And in the public′s eyes she can be legit be my bitch At the shake junt she gotta work a trick get the grip Never no back talkin cause I call her jack backhand slap She come up short wit money baby then I snap wit a strap She gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin this And you just might have to throw some blows take a hit wit the fist
[Chorus][DJ Paul & Mr. Bigg] x2 Don′t cha get mad when I swerve and I twist Ridin ridin down yo block I got my charm out the window Don′t cha get mad when I swerve and I twist I ain′t braggin on myself but I deserve this miss
[DJ Paul] I′m swervin I′m twistin from side to side I got that iron right on my side Them 20-inch vogues wit the yellow stripes A ′rillo rolled up wit some of that light The 360 turn on the fold down screens Turn it all the way around and watch it from the front seat The knock in the back got the trunk on rattle Them hoes flockin to my whip thick like cattle
[Lil Flip] HEYY.. you better put that money in my hand I was born to be a mack not yo muhfuckin man You mad cause I hit cha ho me and her split cha dough Why you actin surprised I know you heard this shit befo′ Me and Quint pushin Vettes smokin dro no stress One tech two glocks infra red no vests I clock dollaz and pop collaz for a livin I′m at Pressure World every time I hit Memphis
Chorus 1: [Juicy "J′′] If you ain′t claiming G-D (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming V-L (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Crips Thin (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Bloods Thin (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t B-A-Z (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming North Memphis (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Orange Mound (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Southpark (FUCK Y′ALL HOES)
[Lord Infamous] (Scarecrow) Bitch we are entertainers we warfare trainers we ain′t gangbangers but we will make you famous I show you falling hoes I show you slippin′ slopes I show you swiss I knows I dangling from the rows you top that tokeo up in the studio but in the streets they ho you cool they diff but so... But if he eat the coke and wanna go for broke let′s get them guns out ho, I thank you fucking former ho !
[D.J. Paul] I can fight this nigga I can whoop this nigga I can (Gun loading) (Gun Shots) BOOM! With the trigger I can rob this boy, I can mob this boy I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy I can make this fool, I can rape this fool I can get them off my five o-clock or ten o-clock news I can lend a helping hand I can be your fucking friend I can leave his body stankin′ in a croquer garbage can
Chorus 2: If you ain′t claiming Hollywood (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Rucka Home (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Foot Home (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Russell Simmons (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Smokey City (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Evergreen (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming L-O-G (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Dixi Holland (FUCK Y′ALL HOES)
[Gangsta Boo] Don′t play with the Hypnotize C-A-M-P (A-C) Blowin′ small balls nigga feel me MAYBE! I be what chu′ call the first lady Triple Six put me through the doors getting money Now you Jelous-Ass-Bitches in my face tryin take my shit out of place (you be steppin′ bitch) I be on some Hennesy mixed with some Alizae Smokin′ on some hay on my way on that plat "A" ("A")
[D.J. Paul] Im hittin on some small niggas (that rob niggas) Smoke coke (With big mob figures) That star niggas In P-Agg ya Get em′ recorded they own pictures Im takin′ puss, and dankin′ drankin′ drank wit warning niggas I poke them stagged up And round wit trick a heavy niggas Im talkin ski-mask Engage up out of the back seat niggas pull the triggers and I keep a tone, world-rone Dangers on, Hustle grown Sippin′ on, Burn a post Papers on, but still im home
Chorus 3: If you ain′t claiming New Chicago (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Foxy Brown (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Pussy Ballet (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Follow Home (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Dub is thin (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Trig thin (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Mackly Moke (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Bucker Hill (FUCK Y′ALL HOES)
[Koopsta Knicca] No issues You think this kid fucked up the fucking problem Bitch you don′t know that Koopsta Knicca is a murder robber Got yo motherfucking brother in the back seat Sweat drippin′ off his neck son of bitch you don′t know me "KOOPSTA" I kinda hear the whispers in his fucking bed "KNICCA" And you think you got that strip that why don′t you get with him and if you wanna stress me grab my 8.0 is you dead Say "Mister cum a dress ya" Koopsta got em′ scared!!!
Chorus 4: If you ain′t claiming Hall Park (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Witch Grove (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Witch Cress (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Barney Thin (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming Drummer Town (FUCK Y′ALL HOES)
If you ain′t claiming (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t claiming (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) If you ain′t naming (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) (FUCK Y′ALL HOES) (FUCK Y′ALL HOES)
[Chorus starts off w/cuts and scratches] Let′s start a motherfucking riot in this bitch! Let′s start a motherfucking riot in this hoe! [Repeat 4x]
[Verse One: DJ Paul] Yeah, yeah, yeah, fucker, yeah You got to be the weakest hoe in the world You move all the way to Memphis from [gunshots] (Atlanta) ′Cause you were scared like a little girl Little sorry broke bitch ass nigga You ran your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggaz You landed in the "M" and saw your life was in ruins By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing? I thought you we really quick to kick some ass down here Memphis, Tenn. I′ll take the base out of it and say so clear Then you move back to [gunshots] (Atlanta) and got your shot up While you were driving you living a life of hell I guess you wanted to be so much like your favorite rapper That you even try to die like your favorite rapper At ninety pounds you′re too small Look all the trouble you found You′ve done fuck around and find yourself under the ground I wanted to get in that ass so I invite you to a show But you′s a ho because your ass didn′t show you ain′t buck bitch!
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse Two: Lord Infamous] This right here won′t stay quiet It might strike up a riot Everytime we bump this shit somebody up in here die The dangerous Hypnotize is from the deadliest Minds We are the rowdiest of hypnotists out here you will find You better fuck with your kind You do not want none of mine We′re the funkiest, bumpiest out on the grind This is one your sitting in your junk get ya crunk We′re the specialist Triple six out on the funk So hit the floor and give me about one hundred jawbreakers We′re causing pain up on this thang you can′t shake us I′m pistol-whipping, self-tripping furiously fast Hit the gas, the cash I′ll give them a blast In the past, Three 6 have you beating ′em bad Just like the old shit you holding niggaz up in a mask Hit the parking lot, pop the boys Straight Homicide It be these killers man, these killers man ′bout to
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse Three: Crunchy Black] First, I′ve had you niggaz get buck, get wild Then I want you niggaz to move the fucking crowd Three 6 in this bitch knock a nigga down My nigga on the right, get buck, get wild My nigga on the left, smack a bitch in the mouth My nigga on top turn it to the ground For all you hoes walk around with a frown We gonna play a game called "Beat a bitch down"
[Verse Four: Juicy J] Bitch I know It′s ′bout that cash when you selling your ass You done spent your whole check walking around acting mad Heard you be at ATL, Magic City It′s sad To cover up it′s just a flauge like you ain′t like the past You say you down with the goodbook I think you read a cookbook I know you need some help you need to go see Dr. Hoodshook And please quit claiming the low down dirty Three 6 When you telling motherfuckers you ain′t with it bitch!
[Verse 1: DJ Paul] I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six They see we really got Bentley′s and Benz′s and they hate the shit They try to come up over us, the radio even help em′ at it But yall ain′t got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits I′ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin′ world rock Side to fuckin′ silence bitch for years and man we still ain′t stop Still ridin′ clean, makin′ cheese and carrying plastic glocks And please don′t try to test us cuz you know we′ll let these bitches pop On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn′t try to sound so much like us I′m the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S(Memphis) H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team Don′t let the shit talkin′ on them CD′s fool you That ain′t what they really mean The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement Nigga
[Chorus: DJ Paul] Why yall Test My Gangsta These bitches Test My Gangsta (Repeat 8x) Cuz it′s on now Nigga yeah it′s on now (Repeat 4x)
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Nigga don′t you know that Lord can make your life a living hell And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun Blow out ya lungs Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son When you see me coming, better run for fucking cover bum (BLITE!) AK, SK, .44, Tre-8 This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away Bitch you better take notes, ′fo you end up cut-throat And ya on the ground bro′, with your fuckin′ shirt soaked Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a nigga out his clothes Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe So if you think ScareCrow ain′t a gangsta come and test the waters You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Crunchy Black] Why you niggaz wanna test my gangsta? Don′t make a nigga run up and shank ya Or put some cement in yo shit and sank ya Or make you shoot yourself and then I′m thankin′ ya Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya cuz Get nothing from me, but gangsta love No testin′ me my nigga, have you laying in blood Or dig you a grave, cut ya bitch ass up
[Verse 4: Juicy-J] ({Yeah Hoe!} repeated threw the verse) You niggaz be trying to test, I ain′t no slouch I squeeze my fuckin′ fist, my nig′, I break the law I call out a hit my nig′, I make the fall The handle with the bloody trig′, is all they saw ′Fo yo ugly face was down, on the ground A barrel pointed at your frown, with hollow rounds I bet ya wanna run and shit, it′s too late now You shouldn′t have been runnin′ ya lip, to make me clown Bitch!
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Now every since I could remember I been poppin my collar Poppin poppin my collar, Poppin poppin my collar Every since I could remember I been working this hoes And they betta put my money in my hand
[DJ Paul] Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery Alot of dudes swear they play man they some fackery Let me catch a girl up out some work in mah site And believe I′m gon be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight I′m tryin to get paid however money is made Alot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid But me I ain′t no pimp, I just love to borrow Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model fa real
[Juicy J] Well you know me by the Juice man hangin out with Big Keith Standin on tha porch, drinkin liquor, drunk, smokin weed Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain′t came yet Thats why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet So I could get paid and relax in the shade And say fuck a nine to five cuz a nigga tired of slavin It′s never easy for a playa in tha hood on tha come up If I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up
[Chorus]
[Crunchy Black] She′s just another hoe that I met in the hood I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good She might as well go on head and suck on my wood And let me whisper something in her ear if I could I got some hoes out there bringin ya boy back some good That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood Ain′t havin to shout at no motherfuckin slut You know I′m actin bitch make cut a fuckin rug You better get out there and get my money in the woods I′ma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what These hoes out here be fucking for a muthafucking dub, FREAK BITCH!
Sippin′ on some siz-erp, sip, sippin′ on some, sip (Repeat 8x)
[Pimp C] For a trill, working the wheel, a pimp not a simp Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning Punk niggas make me sick with all the pidgeoning and bargaining You say that you a boss, I ain′t believing that shit You got a funny Geneva evil watch, with the Ferrari kit Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us I got the web from mezzazine, thick orange and yellow cuffs Hyper called on, on the hands-free phone The ′84 roam, on them blades, 20-inch chrome If you got 16, you can get a biz-erp I′m choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp
[DJ Paul] Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it Some niggas they join it joint it, but I be fucked up up on it Well we′re the Mafia 6, and we ain′t bout that bullshit If we gon′ get high we gon′ get high, and we gon′ haves a bitch Two niggas all at the mouth, niggas all at the ass And plus there′s some type of niggas that Caught all night and she cool with that She popped off a pill of X, and drank off some orange juice And just when you thought she was freaky she done got super loose Niggas come in by threes and twos, all in circles like duck-duck-goose All it wanted, can flaunted, she on that X and the tootie fruit 40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus The next is how its no ounce niggas Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man I′m bout all out
Sippin′ on some siz-erp, sip, sippin′ on some, sip (Repeat 4x)
[Juicy J] People always asking me, "Me the Three 6 high on that" Rolling on them X pills, scurry pup-pup powder packs Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain′t like that we need that Night crillers slow me down, want something that keep me easy Nothing like that yella yella better hey you′re itching man Talking like you "What′s up, fool?" Vocal chords sounding lame In my days all we did was G-fight on the quarter pound Gone on coke, eyes are buck, he should have knocked you down Now you′re out, lay up all asleep when you′re up on them wheels Ain′t no doubt, hit me when I peep for this wheat field Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that dank Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I′m gonna fucking faint
[Bun B] Let me continue what you know, I bring Nito and Young Guido Hauling Vito, we play a tune sweeter than ?Bedito? With my Three 6 niggas hoeing up in my southern creedo Quick fast, we′ll put it on your ass like John Vito Cause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a Zanger You ain′t from the major boy, but you gets the middle finger Humdanger, rum dranker, occaisionally take Your bitch to the Tilly and be a dick and cum slanger When Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarm Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm And that crazy shit, I′m tripping on some skinny bitches Some the hoes, I′m Florida the foes And for the most I′m steady sippin′ on some
Sippin′ on some siz-erp, sip, sippin′ on some, sip (Repeat til fade)
[Hook - repeat 4x] Do ya niggas want a war wit us Do ya niggas want to get your head bust I see them yorks in the sky raise em high raise em high I see them tones in the sky raise em high raise em high
[Juicy J] Yeah every time I flip the script Niggas always talkin shit Mad beacuase the cards I flip Maybe he be struckin wit I think he used to slang them rocks Set up shop on this here block Orange Bloosm apartment three Niggas ain′t even know me Young and buck just full of beer Drinking out my nigga Clair Death is like we naver fear Even if we know it′s near Stealing cars and rollin dice Trying to dodge the Memphis vice I′m telling all you young niggas In this game there ain′t no life Mom told mo to stay in school All I did was break the rules Pop was preaching the word of God I was busy actin′ a fool Mad with a fuckin mug Loadin′ up my 38 slug Head spinnin′ from the killing And head full with nothin′ but drugs
[Crunchy Blac] Do ya′ll niggas want a war wit us Do ya′ll niggas want a war wit us In gats we trust In heads we bust See nigaas like us Uh uh we can′t be trust We come to your crib I mean we come to your house We knock on your door We put the gun in your mouth We throw our sets No disrespect All we want is money nigga Can you niggas get met No game I play Wit none of you hoes Like the one in the chamber Puttin bodies in holes
hook
[DJ Paul] Now when they finally gonna learn about the Hav it′s on When these hip crisp niggas kick a hole in your door Now bitch it′s on cuz you fuvkin′ with niggas that′s strong You damn near gone cuz I′m buckin′ you bitches with tones Never alone hoe I run with Triple Sizzix No full clips hoe I′n leavein′ them off in your chest Can′t waste no time cuz cuz I′m droppin′ them dimes That′s why the Hypnatize is all about droppin′ them nines Up in your face you bitches are fake I got some boys they ain′t gay But they knowin′ to rape A little cock sucka like you Cuz I despite you If you can′t beat em′ You join the right crew HCP nigga HCP nigga HCP Hypnatize Camp Posse nigga
[La Chat] Back up shit You fuckin′ wit some natural killas Don′t want to go to war wit us We got a sniper to get ya Hypnatize you ain′t heard We down for whatever We buckin′ bitches Fuck you hoes Cuz you ain′t on our level La Chat I clicked up with the right camp ready to ride You fuck wit one You fuck wit all We ain′t scared to die And we ain′t scared to kill a nigga On the pain we deliver We chop you up Don′t give a fuck And throw your ass in the river I know you bitches know it on When you fuck wit the click I know you bitches know you gone Whe you violate this shit I′m tired of talking motherfucka Time to show an example It ain′t no playin′ wit ya hoe Cuz that anna we handle yeah
Juicy J (Big Gipp): Yeah, yeah, yeah Three 6 Mafia (Here it is) Know what I′m sayin′ Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia) ATL (Big Gipp) M-town connection (Man) What you know about that? (You can′t ask fo′ no mo′) What you know? What you know? (I′ma hit ya back) What you know?
Chorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp [together] (2x) What you know? What you know? ′Bout the B′s, bout that O ′Bout these streets, ′bout this 9 ′Bout these niggaz doin′ time What you know? What you know? Bout the kickin′ in the do′ Layin′ cuckers on the flo′ Gettin′ low down with the dope
Lord Infamous: In Memphis, I′m a felonist, don′t fuck with ghetto presidents Run up in your residence, gather all the evidence Murder list is specialist, clickin′ on this medicine Unloadin′ a Tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-lace All in for the blessedness, Lord Infamous reck-a-less Mobbin′, I′m the messiest, best, there is no testin′ this Hellraiser, I′m hookin′ ′em, four star chef, I′m cookin′ ′em Like that, now I′m bookin′ ′em, slash they eyes out look at ′em
Crunchy Black: What you know about killaz, what you know about dealers What you know about niggaz that live fake, know I′m for real-a What you know about bitches, what you know about clickin′ One in the chamber so nigga now you know I′m out to get ya What you know about reobbin′, what you know about mobbin′ Mobbin′ all through the hood nigga doin′ my job ′n I ain′t tryin′ to be starvin′, I′m just leg over barbin′ Poppin′ shots at your head, nigga doin′ my job ′n
Chorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp [together] (2x)
Juicy J: Juciy always be gamin′, keep that roast to the flame ′n Slangin′ dope in the Grove, all the way to Black Haven Call your boy on the cell, if you want somethin′, hail We got prostitutes and whitey-white just tryin′ to make mail Have you been to the North, Memphis where I be stayin′ Where them golds, they be shinin′, nothin′ but smiles on they faces Always stumblin′, rumblin′, keep the freaky hoes comin′ If they wanna suck the dick, we put that nut in they stomach
DJ Paul: Ain′t no problem that′s to big, nigga fucked up ′bout no task Two of them coloreds with them masks, sawed-off pumps for mega-blast Forty-thousand, one in the chamber, buck artila for gettin′ his own man Nigga I′m my own man, never catch me runnin′ from no man It′s so strange, the look on you face that does not bring Or brings it to doors lane, put blood on your close lane Your eyes be like closin′, hoes from head to toes ′n Fuck ′round with the chosen, got you stiff like posin′
Chorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp [together, Big Gipp sings] (2x)
Big Gipp (Juicy J): Don′t give a fuck, I′m stayin′ slizzard Tough like chicken gizzards, strickly ′Cardi, wizard Pill popper, afro, straight blowed Corner coves, what I′m talkin′, what you know ′Bout that girl, ′bout that boy, keep that nose itchin′ Skin scrachin′, junkies steady bitchin′ I can′t feel it, nigga please, stop that actin′, cough it up 4 for the 5, is what I′m sellin′, sawed-off 12 ′n started bailin′ Kickin′ do′s, snatchin′ clothes, catchin′ hoes, gettin′ cases Sittin′ in the country thinkin′ about my money on vacation This for the ones that love the club pop, sip-sip Gipp dip, In a ho, in the jail, rollin′ crip Keep it crackin′, keep it throwed, who shot first, nobody knows How it goes, what you know, ′bout these streets I′m down fo′
[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, know a muthafucka make it rain, 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 Big C It′s the 縝uggaz? of the boat, bust a trick make ′em bleed through his neck through his back nigga cover them hoes ain′t no mess goin′ be workin′ when you twirkin′ with some pros Automatic rep a carrier challange 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 just anotha crazy click doin′ whatever to get us wild when we pumped up you ain′t anotha bitch I ain′t goin′ lie, put ya guns up, 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 bomb shit! Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six Click Hoes that pop lip, can eat a dick, or get ya neck slit I′m havin′ these memory relapses of bodies up in the caskets with no heads Monoxide foolin′ wit tha dead!
[Jamie Madrox] We rollin′ deep on the lawn with the psychopathic leathers on you slingin′ stones? so come bring it on when gettin′ drunk at ya funerals treat us like we criminals we juggalo individuals!!!!! We just anotha crazy click... ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six! All up in this bitch and we runnin′ shit we doin′ drive bys on all yall wit chain saws here I come redefined, rugged and raw!
Chorus
[Violent J] We just anotha crazy click to fuck around and bury ya takin′ care of ya we the scrarier tha malaria I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein chokin′ anybody i find i′m takin′ mine
[Shaggy 2 Dope] Ya muthafuckas can′t get near it, cause ya fear it look in my glass eye, I′m sick like Lou Gherig I don′t know Judo but I go "Kheeya!" I′ll fuck you up so bad a wheel chair couldn′t see ya!
[Violent J] Listen... You hear that slut? That was me! pullin′ this stick out ya butt! I′m a juggalo serial killa instead screamin′ fuck ya′ll I stab bitches wit a chain saw!
[Shaggy 2 Dope] We walk around countin′ the rocks, beatin′ scrubs up and raidin′ tin dogs face I throw the dubs up we tearin′ clubs up Down South Wit D
[Talking] ′Hey we gonna do a song called Tongue Ring! ′Let me see your Tongue Ring, is it rusty, hahaha ?
Chorus 1: {D.J. Paul} Let me fell 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 feel let me feel let me feel let me feel your Tongue Ring let me feel 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 try 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 to mill hold the hands and love the shit hope you ain′t no essency don′t you know she used to trick open the door to pop the crespt to take your time to fucking sex I never would a will a swept knowing she′d be chewing paint 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 brawls wit′ them booty blowin′ now thats the bidness 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 can′t rock it drink some crown wit it niggas wit some videos or some college hoes that playin′ hard to get but they the freakiest (freakiest)
Chorus 2: 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 let me feel let me feel your Tongue Ring 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 let me feel let me feel your Tongue Ring
{Gangsta Boo} I be fucking this nigga straight corruping this nigga pussy wet as a river you need a boat for me nigga I be hot as a fire oh my God im on fire I be tellin′ these boys I do my thang when im higher come on baby just lay down or to bed with me baby I be triple the playin′ the triple pleasure im sayin′ I be comin′ with cha′ if your freaky like me if your freaky, im sneaky hey undercover watch me strawberries and ice not the ice on yo′ wrist got yo′ niggas dick brick see me rubbin′ my clit (rubbin′ rubbin′ my clit) suckin′ (suckin′) my tits camcorder got me staring high in my first click I be major with mine, I don′t fuck all the time I don′t need you, please believe me nigga only when im in the roof of a quick a quick ride on the dick through a razor in my mouth straight slicin′ yo′ shit NIGGA !!!
Repeat Chorus 2
{Chrunchy Black} Dis′ Bitch, dat ho (ho) let me see you pussy ho soakin′ fuckin′ wet nigga tryin′ to play some fat oldy, freaky, hood rat type of ho nigga don′t you know all hoes ? go easy fuckin′ cum easy fuckin′ go see me nigga fuckin′ ho bout′ a train bro′ all nigga, all boy, take off yo′ fuckin′ hat let these ho put cap in yo lap (jack)
{Lord Infamous} Fornified pleasure girl lickin′ every measure girl tryin′ to find a tresure girl nigga it′s whatever girl bitch i′ll take you round′ the world lick ya dick, a talk ya twirl All to know ya′ toes will curl and then your dick will start to hurl talk like I fuck her in da butt nigga it ain′t hard to cut wait untill she sittin′ up just waitin′ to lick a nigga nuts quickly gettin′ naked skinny dick, she′ll strecth it pussy stayin′ wet, and she loves when niggas rake it
{Koopsta Knicca} So did it bitches pretty bitches freaky bitches I′ve had those sticky bitches Grand there thin, all on the flow wit′ bitches them goin′ bitches hoein bitches blowin′ bitches mad at the stoned up bitches flowin′ bitches some sort of rollin′ bitches scary bitches plenty bitches hairy bitches even the smelly bitches ready bitches beat up the deadly bitches say what ? to tear up the ugly bitches bout′ the news Koopsta my bloodshed bullsucker bitch you gon′ feel the nooooise !
[Lil Wyte] Ya this Lil Wyte layin′ it down for that ACP We ′bout to throw these boys in a motherfuckin mosh pit For those of y′all who don′t know what a mosh pit is It′s just a bunch of drunk, ignorant motherfuckers gettin′ the shit whooped out of ′em to some music, you know what I′m sayin?
[Hook: repeat 2X] Throw ′em in the mosh pit! Stomp ′em in the mosh pit! Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit!
[Juicy J] Its the Juice, up in the club So raise your set high in the air and show me love We drinkin′ beer, we smokin′ pere Its just alive and three 6 mafia in your ear We sippin′ syrup, you might get hurt We snatchin′ bitches beatin′ ′em down in the dirt We dumpin′ fur, we throwin′ chairs So if you scary get your ass up out of here
[Lord Infamous] Now show them golds, and swing them bows Take your shirt off and commence to whippin′ hoes We got that danger, built for a stranger Your boys scared to fuck with us but I don′t blame ′em They swingin′ knives, they poppin′ guns Roll with them punches motherfucker don′t run Swing back (swing back!), pop back (pop back!) Clear the room motherfucker like click click (boom!)
[Hook 4X]
[Josey Scott] Here I come, an only son I′m goin′ straight out the ghetto to number one I′m gettin′ higher, I′m on fire! So all you haters better get ready to retire I′m on the scene, I keep it mean I went from having no chedder to bling bling I got some ice, I′m never nice And I′m a killer so don′t make me say it twice Straight out of Memphis, can I get a witness? And I be lookin for the chickens with the thickness I′m here forever, any kind of weather You say you don′t take advice you fuckin′ better My anger swellin′, my hate it dwellin′ I might be naughty or nice there ain′t no tellin′ My mind trash, I′m about to blast Not even a hero can save your fuckin′ ass!
[Hook 2X]
[Lil Wyte] See the Lil Wyte, I′m from the bay I do not play, you best of prayed This is my time, I′m ′bout to blind I′m smokin′ pine, I am so high I′m ′bout to ride, best not collide ′Cuz if I see you I′m creepin′ up from behind You better hide, you on my side You in my hood and I know I′m up in your mind I′ll break it down, just like a pound Of some of the prettiest gally that you done found I am the man, you are a lame I′ll fuck you up worst than the effect of a plane This is the real, don′t like the feel? Then get back off in the kitchen where you can chill I roll with killers, and drug dealers And all the others I kick it with ′bout their scriller Throw ′em in the mosh pit!
(Chris Steve talking) Yo this is Chris Steve from Saliva comin′ at you I′m bumpin′ this Unbreakables motherfucker You can′t even get with this shit You can′t handle it You can′t even fuckin taste this motherfucker You know what, ′cuz this dick is in your god damn mouth bitch!
[DJ Paul] Uh-huh... Three 6... Mafia... We gotta do it for the ladies this time man... gotta do one for the ladies they say we never do one for em... We gon talk about how ladies have these dudes sewed up... How a lotta dudes fall lame to the game.. It′s goin down...
[Chorus] x2 This pussy got ya hooked pussy got cha hooked HELL NAW! This pussy got ya hooked pussy got cha hooked HELL NAW! This pussy got ya hooked pussy got cha hooked HELL NAW! This pussy got ya hooked pussy got cha hooked HELL NAW!
[Juicy J] Freaky lil thang gon pass me by watchin you out the corner of my eye Wit a big booty and them healthy thighs let a nigga get a lil piece of that pie You ain′t all that why you actin stuck up let me pour some of this drank in ya cup And maybe later I′ll hit them guts and maybe at night you′ll be catchin the bus Worsem ass nigga keep blowin up ya phone can′t get the picture won′t leave you alone (you have 12 new voice messages) Girl what you done did that fool head gone I think a young playa need to hook up wit you cause ain′t no tellin what you might do Chew a nigga up in the Bentley coupe toes curlin up like Roman noodles
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul] She get it so wet she make it so warm And on a lame brain mane she got a lotta charm She swallow it like a pill and makin them pay them bills For another nigga kid cell phone car and crib He payin for the dinner for him her and all her friends And when he spend the night her dog in the bed he in the den But still he say he love her wouldn′t put his mom above her He did all this after the first time he ever fucked her
[Chorus]
[Remy Ma] Don′t ask me nigga you nasty nigga you had ya tongue in my ass nigga And you a pro so I know it wasn′t the first time and it won′t be the last nigga And aint′t tryna to act like it wasn′t all that when you be sick when I′ll fall back Name any piece of furniture in ya crib and I can guarantee we fuck on that See when you hooked you know that it′s.. so good you gotta go back Then it seem like any other chick that you try to stick ya dick in be so wack And for some reason it won′t stay up but when you wit me it be way up And you′ll never say no when I call yo phone you already be ready to lay up
[Crunchy Blac] He′s a lame ass nigga hollerin that he pimpin the broad (pimpin the broad) But found out he was spendin amp on the broad (amp on the broad) Ohh how a nigga be wit that flauge (wit that flauge) Hannndcuffin hoes that′ll do that job (do that job) Sloooob on my knob mane get that change (get that change) Ain′t no shame in her gotdamn game (gotdamn game) All she think about she wanna please her mane (please her mane) Bringin back double drivin him insane (him insane)
[Serv-on] Boy,I think this the second time you done passed up this sign you goin′the wrong way main.
[Fiend] Slow ya role, slow ya role,ya know what im saying? Look,we about to go I 255,(yeah) straight up to Memphis.(ya show) See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we ′bout to go head on and break this bread, ya see what I′m saying? What you gone do?
[Fiend] Bitch,you can picture the pain,I rip you in vain While the young soldiers whisper my name I′m dealing the caine,sippin′ on crown, smokin′ that Jane Open the brain,let that shit inject, you think that I′m playin′ Don′t make me get at your kin fo those that can′t Either you die slow,ride slow, cause Fiend about to show How not only God knows, these niggas our hoes,my stock broke So we ain′t trippin′ puttin′ knives to throats Buckin the clip at the 5and 0 ,allow smoke Dosha go straight to my lungs I see WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this Got wit you F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6 Talk it like I bring I feel you need this,deep shit Sleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches,it′s all on you Like that lil nigga B.G. cd volume 2 I throw hallows threw ,what you use to swallow and chew, ′bout what ya gone do?
[Lord Infamous] Infamous I′m leavin brain dust I′ll indanger you lamers like strangers I′m in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger I′m out the frame, on a lame, like a Banger I either put you in a cross,or I pull the Moss I′m runnin threw so logs, tring to blow ya leg off I put some shit up in the line that′ll blow ya mind It′s like some Colt 45, does it every time,nigga get my rhymes
[Chorus: Fiend]
If I pull my pistol I′m a bust wit it Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it [2x′s]
[Serv-on] Act like you know me when I say Im head thug on your block Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo spot Tell your self you ain′t scared when I run in your shit I ain′t bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch Apollogize when I pass by bootin my grill 3rd World I represent it Blood City fo real Foreget yo know me when I pistol whip you and yo click No limit riders, Tre 6, yall aint runnin like this
[DJ Paul] Now whats the fuck the use of holdin a gun and playin wit you hoes I′m bout to shut down yo heart thats how the story goes These boys think cause we some CEO′s, we must be some hoes Its consequences and reprecusions fuckin wit pros Thiese bitches hot cause its hypnotized and no limit We off the wham but only real niggas all up in it I tell you what Serv kill the head of yo click And I bet all them hoes quit talkin shit
[Chorus 2x′s]
[Juicy J] I never ran up yo a trunk Blastin on a fuckin punk Toxicated, high, or drunk Try and grab the closest pump Never flodged on how I lived Fight a nigga over a bitch Playa Im just callin pimp Always keep a cigarette lit Never walked up in the club Dissin niggas wit a mug Always keep my owm sack Never wanted to hit your bud Independant on you hoes Makin more than selling dope If you wanna hate the click Nigga I make your body froze
[Serv-on]
Close yo eyes ? Mouth full its a south thang thuging like that You say you know Im in North Memphis pushin that drill Tearin clubs up in South Memphis and Smokey City Say your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo chest Dont play no games boy, Im kinda wild wit that tech Pretend you death when I scream what city you clame Fuck around wit me I seperate your body from your name
[La Chat]
Lay down bitch ,La Chat and I ain′t playing no games bucking you hoes,my mado keep my distance from lames My 45 be on my side and I be ready to ride We catch you slipin you be missin have you barried alive My niggas downdown we got that anna that you bitches dont won′t Step to me wrong Paul,Juicy,Pat,La Chat be strapped wit them pumps Now how you figure when you fuck up that we gone let you live We kill your ass then set a randsome fo your guts that we spill!!!!!
It′s some cowards in this thang If you see them point them out X8
(Juicy J)
Act like you know me, when I tell that I′m from the North Act like you know me, when the action let me hit this short Act like you know me, if I holla at ya boy Keith Act like you know me, when I′m on the track in ever green Act like you know me, when you the platinum on my wrist Act like you know me, when you know that I done took yo bitch Act like you know me, if you know that I been husslin′ Act like you know me, rock to rock to record bussiness man Act like you know me, if I pull the strap and bring the pain Act like you know me, if you see me on them twanky thangs Act like you know me, when that fire shit is always smoke Act like you know me, if I tell ya nigga hit this dough Act like you know me, when I win I win this dice game Act like you know me, if I tell yo hoe dont touch the grain Act like you know me, if I tell you niggas bring it on Act like you know me, po′ it in yo face I′m fucking wrong
Chorus
(DJ Paul)
Act like you know me, cause I′m always ?? bum Act like you know me, cause I bring the war like Vietnam Act like you know me, when you see me cruising were you lay Act like you know me, cause with bitches I dont fucking play Act like you know me, cause I′m super serious with this evil Act like you know me, in my Regal chromed as a eagle Act like you know me, I hate say it but when I′m on some blow Act like you know, I turn gorilla might rape a hoe Act like you know me, I′m from straight fucking Black Hav. Act like you know, that I bet that I blow that I aint afraid Act like you know me, ′fore you say that on yo CD′s Act like you know, once before I caught you in the streets Act like you know me, cause these bullets know no fucking name Act like you know, I brought you in and take you out this game Act like you heard of Triple Six is bout some bigger bussiness Act like you heard if it′s a murder, you can be the witness
(Koopsta Knicca)
Act like you know me, when you got pounds of the green dough Act like you know me, when you want to get the ?? Act like you know me, when you got gallons of alcohol Act like you know me, when you braking down the bowling balls Act like know me, when you got a load of freak hoes Act like you know me, when you got the pearl to touch her toes Act like you know me, when I tell you that my name is Lord Act like you know me, when I tell you Lord will cut your cords
(Crunchy Black)
Act like you know me, cause you know I like to wear black Act like you know me, cause you know I like to tote a gat Act like you know me, cause you know I pop up on ya set Act like you know me, cause you know I came to get it wet Act like you know me, cause you know you got to call the cops Act like you know me, cause you know the fucking blocks hot Act like you know me, cause you know I took yo fucking spot Act like you know me, act like you know me nigga, NOT
(Gangsta Boo)
Act like you know me, got you niggas saying I′m the shit Act like you know me, when you see me with the fucking clips Act like you know me, when I creep and sneek up in yo house Act like you know me, when you hear, I done cleaned the house Act lke you know me, when I block ?? who she be Act like you know me nigga, Gangsta Boo BAC Act like you know me, yo I′m real I′m trill, whatever nigga Act like you know me, I be crazy lady, know that nigga
In earlier news, the police still haven′t found three well known rappers formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds - they′re asking if you have any leads or any information about where these rappers may be Please contact 528-CASH
[Hook: Juicy "J" - repeat 2X] Yo mami an yo pops man they ′bout to find yo body The snitcher and the cops man they ′bout to find yo body The ambulance and morgue man they ′bout to find yo body Lay out on the floor man they ′bout to find yo body
[Crunchy Black] One, two, here I come foo Three, four, kickin′ in the door Five, six, rob a nigga quick Seven, eight, get away straight Throughts cut guns shot, wounds broke bones Plagues diseases warclones and ozones Playa depleting, go a heating, west now Everynight on the news under the murder trails
[Project Pat] He grew up as a rowdy motha fucka, he didn′t give a shit Give my black ski mask and gun and a doh to kick Grown watchin′ frown put the tone underneath your chin You know Project Pat is there your nigga down to make some fizz
[DJ Paul] From the uterus to the funerals I′ma keep my crown Bitch I ain′t from England But my money still come in pounds Lost a couple of members for the better Still we hold it down, meet up on the Bees on the ground from a .40 round put ′em down
[Chorus] I like the way she shake dat jelly, jelly, jelly jelly, jelly, jelly; jelly, jelly, jelly I like the way she work dat jelly, jelly, jelly jelly, jelly, jelly; jelly, jelly, jelly Where my double Ds at? Where my D cups at? Where my B cups at? Where my C cups at? Where my double Ds at? Where my D cups at? Where my B cups at? Where my C cups at?
[Juicy J] Lil′ mama so fine dancin′ with them big titties Every nigga wanna save her, every nigga wanna hit it I′ma take her to the movies, I′ma buy her popcorn I′ma rub on her booty, I′ma try to pop on Why you tryin′ to act stuck up? Thats fucked up mane I′ma tell ya shut the fuck up, or what′s up mane Ain′t the kind that like to show out, like I got cash I′m the kind that′ll step up, and smack that ass She like to move that body, she can groove that body She the finest motherfucker I done seen in the party I don′t know if she got weed, but it′s cool with me I can tell she real ghetto and I love a freak Probably got a boyfriend, spendin′ all his dough Why he standin′ at the bar, she be on the floor I′ma go and make my move, I got nothin′ to lose Cause I′m a pimp tight nigga from my head to my shoes Yeah
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul] Seein′ some big thangs, layin′ all in my frames I think I′ll leave with two cause this clubs off the chain Where my double Ds at? Where my double Ds at? Where my bad bitches with the nice Bs and Cs at? You better believe that If you really bout some business let me squeeze that Your pussy print fat, I′ll like to see my dick in that In and out, in and out, up and down, up and down Let me dig in that, dig that
[Lord Infamous] You′re so explicit when you′re licking with your lipstick on my dick (dick) I sit back watching you rubbin′ your fingers through your clit (clit) I really wanna rip this little nasty broad apart (part) On ecstasy she talkin′, sexin′ me, my dick on hard (hard) Me and C already zooted when we walked up in the place (place) Bitches running up in bunches bending over in our face (face) And we always going to go at three or four, to the more Get them full of blow, make them them touch their toes, fuck them in the throat
[Crunchy Blac] I like when hos shake that ass I like when hos love to make cash I like when hos put it on your ass I like when hos take me to your stash So don′t you get mad, when she bring that All that cash, that she grab from your ass, maggot ass I rob with a ho, and sell her bitch ass
Three Six Mafia, you scared 2003 six is goin down [Intro] You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys (rpt 2x) [Verse 1] Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up Don′t play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up Means I bees the first up on the block i guess to rack it up Pocket full of stones oh boy i gotta track it up Fuckin wit you snitches man don′t make me wanna hang it up But lookin at a empty plate dont′ make me wanna keep it up Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up Even though my pockets don′t got deep they ain′t got deep enough Wishin I could rob me a bank but i ain′t theif enough I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough That is bout the time i get my back then i need it up Time to find another boy time i gettin a rita [Chorus] I think i got them scared I think that they scared of me I think you bitch you scared I think that they scared of me I think i got them scared I think that they scared of me Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys (rpt 2x) [Verse 2] Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock Stand infront of your house im bout to buck you cowards on the spot Heard you talkin loud at the tuff i guess to gang your pops Man this ain′t no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off Pass me the gun i take the handle then saw it off Bust in the bank and make you faint before i knock it off Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law I see them fuzz i see we won cause i won it all So fucken scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh But we don′t care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall Buckin you blastin you watch you splatter on the fucken wall (rpt chorus) [Verse 3] Creepin carefully through the street because it very real in the field Ain′t no love for pity ain′t nobody cut you no deal Everyone i know they do whatever just to get a meal Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal Careful of the company you keep everyone a treal Cause when robbas mobbas double jaw just to bust appeal You got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field Guess what i don′t hang around the brothas so so mass a gil Crunchy Black in this bitch im bout to bring the pain Ain′t no gang in my slang do you understand Mess with me then your messin with the grownest man Where im from from the slum niggas shootin a thang On the run now you see me in the papers man They was tryin to stop a nigga from doin his thang Cant ya mug is the song that im singin man Hypnotize got me gold diggin for the chain
[Juicy J talking] Mane check this shit out we was up in Chicago right With my nigga big hamp, you know what I′ saying? The nigga pass me a blunt Like smoke this shit nigga this some bin laden weed Y′all don′t know nothing bout this shit down south What the fuck is bin laden weed its three different Kinds of weed all grown together that shit some straight killer Them Chicago niggaz named that shit bin laden mane some straight fie
[chorus 4x′s] Who got that hydro Who got that light green Who got that Bobby brown Who got that laden weed
[DJ Paul] I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang around my hoe Sometimes I feel like I got to get high to hang round niggaz I know I sped it up on weed I slowed it down on snow Cause I seen somany niggaz fall off that blow One day they got it all and aint got shit to show So I came to my natures I had to cut that hoe So know I′m feeling happy I′m on that binny bin laden And niggaz is acting like they don′t know what the fuck just happened My vision getting blurry I′m about to fall asleep Or am I dying I need to eat cause this some poutin weed My life start flashing like holograms like right in front Of my own face I never felt this way on one blunt I see my son gaining life and my dad losing his And old girlfriends and niggaz I shouldn′t hung with The picture starting to fade its getting hard to breath I′m blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve
[Chorus 4x′s]
[Juicy J] Well since I′m on bin laden let me tell you a story Bout these three pussy rappers who couldn′t do nothing for me Gave a whole lot of cheese said I fucked him his shit Smoked a whole lot of weed so he seem to forget Who bought trunks and you cars gave you bitches and hoes Who told you ass to take a bath when you thought you was raw Mane I tell you he a killer when we talk on the phone When you see him face to face he′ll leave you alone That′s why I′m smoking on this fucking bin laden All my niggaz in the hood they got it Take one little puff you a addict Take a gun to the head means tragic Boy I tell you like this we can smoke it anywhere In front of police station with a six pack of beer Seven a.m. in the morning just watching people stare Let ′em point them damn fingers say they wild over there
[Chorus 4x′s]
[Lord Infamous] Ey ey its glowing like its indigo I smell it through the bag I′m floating like a magic carpet straight from bagdad From my brains from my blood from my lungs from the dutches Cant just let this reefer just escape from my a conscious Cause its the substance I′m loving I′m buzzing Smoking like a narven huffing and puffing Came from the Indonesia, Colombian or kaliman Or its by the welfare straight from the taliban
[Crunchy black] Do you remember me from smoking good weed Break it down roll it up give it the indo need Do you remember me from no sticks no seeds Or you remember me from putting you on this laden weed Get yo funds together and come go and see I′m gone take you on the strip where bin laden be This one blunt action you′ll have to smoke and see Have you choking, falling out with your family
[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 4 g′s: Run up in ya weak ass show, lettin off rounds 5 thousand: Best friend found naked and decapitated 6 g′s: Yo broke ass barried alive cuz yo ass hated 7 g′s: He ain′t even workin on killin, nigga myself dead Catch em in tha haven put somethin hot up in his head
[Juicy J] I′m real from the junt (junt) Never was a punk (punk) North Memphis bound bitch, buck ass hell and crunk (crunk) You might catch me deep (deep) On your fuckin street (street) Buckin wit the tech-9, sweep you off yo feet (feet) Drankin on that liquour (liquor) Chillin wit my niggas (niggas) Hangin on the corner, wit a fuckin rusty pistol (pistol) Step up to me hoe (hoe) When you on that blow (blow) I′ma (gunshots: pop pop pop, pop) till you hit tha flo (flo)
[Chorus x2]
[Koopsta Knicca] Ahhhhh! Please don′t test the wrist or steel this Waitin for she tell, pop, every style mystic Pimp shit, hits never miss those red Settin you a miss, when I spray the AK Plus I flex-a hella gay, will you catch a boy? Ever since a boy, always had black toy So we ain′t goin out, no punk, I′m knockin out y′all Dead body, froze, ?hard puss in my jaw?
[Gangsta Boo] Well all them hoes that used to be down with me I signed a deal, made some money, now you bitches downin me? Bitches tryin ta blast at me, or am I dreamin the motherfuckers be after me? Why you tryin ta be like me? You labelled as a wanna-be. You ghetto hoes, you need to read a bonus Gangsta Boo Cuz you might find a tip, bitch, that can help you. I′m a down chick Niggas be wantin ta crown chick Stay around chick Whenever, however, it′s goin down, bitch.
[DJ Paul] Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome, Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the King of Memphis Cock ′em up
[Hook] Kill ′em and rob ′em and beat ′em and dump all these body parts into my trunk
[DJ Paul] Hypnotized Minds! HCP! Hypnotized Camp Posse! We finna do this for all you thievin ass wanna be us ass niggaz out there! Stealin motherfucker! Take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga Make this money like we makin it nigga! Throw it down!
[Crunchy Blac] Ain′t never been a motherfuckin bitch Hypnotized here just to get that grip Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a bitch Yall niggaz walk cuz ya walk like a bitch Now aint that some shit ya hatin on this click You gon make a nigga get up wit cha bitch Split yo wig oh yes I did I told you you don′t want it with a Hard Hitta kid!
[Boogie Mane] I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks Hit a nigga for his stash spot Took the rock nigga was got that was the plot dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop Open it up for closin it up I don′t give a fuck On a daily basis I be postin it up Smokin it up choppin it to match it wit dub Give us a club Six mane tearin it up
[Frayser Boy] These niggaz misleaded I′mma throw the first blow Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha merked ho Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I work fo Paul & Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro Comin wit the pistols is easy we can get you guys Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy its the Hypnotize HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low If you know what I know run that shit to my doe
[Lil Wyte] We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker But yall know yall done heard all that befo Yall done seen the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk Lights out next to the Mississippi River plumped up Tape hog tied wrong place wrong time Hypnotized Minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind
[Lil Chrome] All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already know I′m the truth and out the booth never been a ho Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya through the doe You ain′t know I′m a young rich gangsta nigga Never been one of them old type wanksta niggaz I′m a smart muhfucker ask my mama who made me A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know they can′t fade me I′m Chrome Carleone Paul & Juicy who pay me
[Granddaddy Souf] Well its ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) call me Mr. Man Fuckin all ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies See I could give a fuck about ya tossin all ya tough talkin You don′t like me nigga hit me in my mouth Man don′t talk about it be about it get cha point across then Candy ass nigga boy you softer than cotton Fight me or squash it cuz I ain′t bout the spit boxin Hootin and hollerin like a cheerleader squadron
[Juicy J] You can′t be like me slangin D cuz I′m hurtin ya No competition with the Juice cuz its curtains It ain′t nothin shakin but some pimps in this bizitch Thats why you muggin and yo face lookin pizzissed Stay bflippin cars ballin out like to shizine You stay askin questions how the hell them niggaz do that We smoke the best of dro while she down wit some Jack-Jack My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side
[Project Pat] They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num Laid it down for a calendar I′m right back at them Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam Niggaz rob kill steal for the ghet-ty green U.S.. Marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head I′m was like "I ain′t did shit why you hatin this?" Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this
[DJ Paul] I been doin this too long to still be strugglin livin like this Fuckin off with major labels slayed me like a bitch And these got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean hoes But still on the road doin free shows Tryna get a few spins in a few spots I growed up back in the day I wouldn′t use my glock I hear a lotta corny shit on the radio Thats because they record company wouldn′t spend dough Yeah my label got a hook up wit MTV But they just keep forgettin to tell ′em bout me They try to play like it′s love and its family But all my marketing dollars goin to {****} Tear Da Club Up was the first Crunk fight song I made that in 92 a lil not long That it took 10 million sold and we still ain′t on That′s why Three 6 is the MOst Known Unknowns...
Chorus x4 When I say weak ass, you say bitch Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH
(Juicy "J") How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill Haters talkin′ lots of shit But they scared of the steel If you want me come and get me Cause I′m real with this here I ain′t scared of none of you hoes I ain′t never shead a tear In yo hood bumpin′ ridin′ with a twelve case of beer Ain′t no nigga make no moves Get you scared, shook your fear Y2K hit the clock So you know the ending′s near One call to them killas and you just might disappear
(DJ Paul) Now nigga all in my face hollin′ real but real soft Bitch I′m holdin′ up this glock Bout to knock your block off You a weak ass bitch And your CD cover show With your fake ass face I been knowin′ ya so I know a sissy hoe Yeah know this a triple six city All that MTV and BET got you feelin′ shitty Just the dick you used to be my dog Used to be my nigga Now you fake But I stomp on you trick in the grass You little snake bitch
Chorus x4
(Lord Infamous) Uh, In the mood a fucking crowd Make the speakers pound If you niggas wild Knock these bitches out Rumblin′ the ground Tramplin′ niggas down >From the dirty south Where the niggas like it loud Wish ya hypnotized Instagater ? Fire in my eyes sosate lucky Frank White Ready for the gunfight If you wanna get high Ain′t no simpathize Make you sleep till it′s judgement night
(La Chat) Talk is cheap I hear you talking but you ain′t bout your bizz La Chat a mack ain′t got no time to play no games with a bitch My motherfuckin′ plastic gat we gonna rumblin′ shit Then they gon′ hit′cha smit′cha get′cha so don′t fuck with this shit I know you feelin′ when I′m speakin′ and I′m speakin′ to you Well hoe it′s true, who got the proof bitch What you gon′ do I keep my mug cuz I′m a thug I left the twink on my grill You got some manner Need to show it Shit you claim that your real
We gotta come like we get doen and dirty for our figures We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers We gotta come you know dat Devil shit is still up in us We Mafia Niggaz We Mafia Niggaz
[Lord Infamous] So damn wicked got some shit you bitches never saw I caught you shakin sawed off′s pumpin now′ll we′ll break the law I cut the air off where you breath while I′m blazin on these trees The ? I get from these trees′ll take your leg up off You chokin from exhaust You lost up in the sauce You stand against the wall Don′t play wit Lord at all You dealin wit some now you pissin down your leg and got a gun against your head you know dis lead is for a bloody brawl I′m tryna go for boss Prepare for Holocaust I got moss and when I toss it will get em off I′m dirty for the cause Bitch don′t you hit the pause I′ll lock you bitches in the icebox wit it full of frost Bitch don′t you know that when I′m hi I leave a dimple Cock back dis pistol then I′ll pop you like a pimple I got the tunes in the stones In your home wit the chrome You alone and the rest is very simple
[Chorus]
[Crunchy Black] Ain′t no nigga goin play wit me Play wit me my nigga I′ma lay you in the streets All I came for is cheese nigga dat′s hard to believe I′ma lock and unload and make your bitch ass bleed Let ya′ll know dat I came wit some shit up my sleeve Know what I mean my nigga It′s only Jus me Slip dat knife down my sleeve Slope you dead in your heart Wit only dat sick shit don′t get shit started
[DJ Paul] Now ever since we done came dem hataz didn′t play no joke Try to bounce to the crib I shot around in dey home I′m bustin rugaz wit some lugaz Do ya Nigga I′ma send em straight through ya School ya Bout dis bidness Bout these boys Ya bout to witness wit these toys
[Juicy "J"] Wit dem toys yeah we got em Make the noise when we cock em Guaranteed to kill and rob em Stopped em wit the sawed off shotgun Niggaz in the street dey found em On dat dog food and Vodka So much dope the blood was toxic And the mind is pure psychotic
[Juicy J][sample from "Slob On My Knob"] Does it real good Does it real good
[Chorus][Mr. Bigg sample from "Yeah I Rob"] x2 Now when I pull up at the club I′m lookin so clean Se-se-seventy seven Cut Dog painted lime green To-to-today I′m married and my wife don′t play If ya want-if you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay
[DJ Paul] Can it be Rolls that pull all these hoes Or could it be my Cadillac wit 20-inch Vogues Can it be my manison in Memphis jacuzzi Or could it be my crib in Florida on the beach Can it be the ten million records that I sold Or can it be the first one that ever go gold Whatever it be like y′all jaw cause I don′t stop Continuously to make a ho draws drop, yeah
[Juicy J] I used to always wonder why my girls have fits When I walk up out the mall they be lookin at me pissed Maybe just becuz I ball ridin eight or nine whips And my name is Juicy J and I ain′t payin no bitch When I was broke as a joke they didn′t wanna get wit me Till I bought a Maybach now they all wanna lick me Wit a Playboy mansion downtown in the city And the hoes lined up like ninety centy pennies
[Chorus] x2
[Paul Wall] I got the candy drippin stains off the Range when I′m switchin lanes I′m in the slab glass house swangin grippin grain They tellin me I′m the mane stangin licks to make a gain Livin life in the fast lane gettin money I can′t complain These boppers see me ridin swangin wanna taste the fame But you gotta break that bread wit me baby I′m married to the game I fell in love wit stackin change I′m addicted to countin cash I ain′t worried bout naan ho I ain′t concerned wit naan ass I′m bout that dollar get it right I′m not out here lookin for a wife I′m out here on that top flight on the grind all day and night I′m a baller I′m a pimp I′m a thug and I′m a hustler If you want some of this lovin break bread girl you a customer
[Chorus] x2
[Crunchy Blac] See she′s a freak ho let me tell you all a-bout it I met her in the Valley and the valley ain′t Cali She tried to act shy but I knew she was bout it Hotter than a summer day when it ain′t cloudy She say she want cheese but thats no doubt it She just another ho I′mma hit then I′m out it I′m just like Jody out the back door see Hidin my face cause her old man know me
Juice got weed Juice got pills Juice got the work on the corner cuttin deals Juice know you haters out there snitchin ain′t for real So Juice got some gang niggaz down for the kill Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field We never had a job but we sittin on a mill We ball out in the club wit our niggaz stayin trill We never wrote a check just them big face bills A playa drinkin Megas, Makas, cranberry vodka Wearin a mink coat thats furry as Chewbacca I saw ya main girl and a playa had to stop her Her name wasn′t Silkk but her face was The Shocker The feds takin pictures of us ballin but I got ′em A 7 footer hole for his body we gon drop ′em We always on the grind we be watchin when they watchin And when they turn they back its the clucka-clucka-rock ′em yeah!
[Chorus] [Project Pat] x2 If you boys got beef we can (roll wit it) In the club or the street we can (go wit it) It don′t make me none (blow for blow wit it} Crack his head wit a gun (I′ma sho split it)
[DJ Paul] We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests Them three fifty seven titanium Smith-N-Wess And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust You gonna have hell if you fuck wit us and thats whats up The whole club we maintain These hydrashock bullets bust boomin ya brain We in bed with the med we give ′em somethin to do Cuz clown ass niggaz love to act a fool
[Crunchy Blac] My hood is real nigga my hood ain′t fake My hood is home nigga everythang straight My hood will rob you with mask on they face My hood will do it to put food on they plate My hood ain′t tame dog they wanna jump fool My hood they hang together they all jump you And if you don′t believe me then come to my hood And you will see that it ain′t all good
[DJ Paul] The most dangerous posse song ever It′s going down, Hypnotize Camp Posse You did this nigga, shit talkin You wanna talk about something nigga Talk about how many hoes, clothes and bank rolls we got Who we got in here: Juicy J, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Crunchy Black Lord Infamous and me DJ Paul the King of Memphis
[Juicy J] Nigga we some maniacs, fuckin up our brainiacs Breakin down some dope, wit a razor boy remember that Crop a mix with Smilax Take a gun and cock it back Now I′m bout to blow my brains out cause I dont give a shit Hope you give a nigga reason to want ya The bigger gun the better The more shit you talk, the more blood the sweata′ The plane crashes, the devil, the anthrax, the letters Forgot about the peddlers, we still in it together
[Crunchy Black] Let me introduce myself, my fuckin nigga I′ma be the one to pull that fuckin trigga I′ma be the one thats sent to fuckin getcha You better watch out cause ill paint a picture A pretty little picture now how a nigga getcha Lock you in the trunk and take care of my business Paul and Juicy sent me so you know its big business C.B. nigga aint leavin no witness
[DJ Paul] Yeah, make me a believer nigga Make some shit this bumpin you fuckin wannabes, Lord roll!
[Lord Infamous] I am the predator you are the prey You play the target, Lord play the gage You play bitches and I mack hoes You run from niggaz, I find the snub nose I come from 3 6 picture platinum clique And you cant sell three copies of your shit You smoke garbage weed, and cheap packs a blow You own a vehicle, pick up the Scarecrow
[Frayser Boy] Frayser Boy, cockin toy, yall dont wanna fuck with me Infared got ya scared, in protective custody The Unbreakables, the most hateable, the unescapeables Time to bust a nigga head, we arent hesitateable Ya chest pumped out, mouth talking that shit Im from the Bay, ima show you how a nigga beat a bitch Time to damage shit, no understandin this, you know you scandalous HCP blowin your lights out like a candle bitch
[Lil Wyte] Well I′m about to rich rip a hole in the industry Holdin my energy Wasnt about to let it but you had to come testin me Givin you one warning change your name before I get your crunk Lyrically copyrighted all my shit and plus ill fuck you up You dont want to have to cross the path a killers when you on the streets HCP got WYT to the E and thats just how it be Quit ya muthafuckin hatin playin all your petty games If you wanted to ride my nuts that bad you shouldve asked me man
[DJ Paul] Danger You muthafuckas wanted a war bitch then ima bring it on Catch you in these fuckin streets boy and ima point the chrome Put you in the fuckin car hoe, and we gon take you home To hell with all that cryin now nigga we gonna get it on Beat you with that yawk dead center across your damn dome The way you ran your mouth, you shouldve known to have the fuckin tone Beggin from beginning, man winnin cause our camp is strong The same way your skull started dentin cause we beat it long You niggaz swear you have the right plan but you had the wrong mans Tryin to build a clique like the hypnotize camp Im knowin it wouldnt work so I just sit back And watch how the trains just runs off the track Cause it be to many loses, to many boses Too many niggaz thats wantin they own office You niggaz gotta realize who got the city owned
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, snortin up the powder pack , pure white funky town take me where the chronic at Tightcamafiacup? filled with hennessy and sprite for all night hit me up 404 yeah right
[Crunchy Blac] uh uh uh Nigga lately on ya fuckin P milli me it be dank weed Nigga cant you see cant you see i be stumbilin thumbilin in the fuckin street I be crumbilin crumblin down the fuckin weed nigga dank weed
[Hook: x2] Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
[Gangsta Boo] If you bitches ain′t scared put a bitch right to the floor Tell her she belong below under shoes where roaches go Hoe I′m ready if you ready tell me what you wanna do To the lovely Gangsta Boo, buck as fuck I thought you knew Put my sign up in ya face Leave ya stape without a trace You ain′t buck ′cause bitch I saw ya stankin′ ass yesterday Talk ya ? hoe ya ? ′cause I′m comin′ in the crowd boy With niggas and I′m out slammin′ bitches to the ground
[Lord Infamous] I see ya from the stage ya angry face is fighting in the corner Full of marijuana niggas in the middle in a trauma While they throwin ′bo′s they snatchin′ hoes that stuck in a coma Any thick lil′ fine bitch come on through a nigga all up on her Some trick done got mad and ran to the wagon and grabbed a 12 gauge pump Probably full of that numby numb that coke and rum and getting dumb Cars are barrelin′ through the nigga shootin′ runnin to the Rover Niggas catchin the heat from slugs Negroes gettin trampled over
[Hook x 2]
[Juicy J] Now I got you bitches hot Platinum out and on the spot Mad becuase they take your cell So they stop at slangin rocks Bring yo ass to North Memphis Killas hang and niggas pimpin Playas on them cards flippin Choppin dope up in the kitchen And I always keep it real Way before a record deal So my nigga don′t hate on me ′cause Juicy J be gettin his bills Clean that mug from off ya face unless you want a casket case Nigga fuck what you end, who you clean, and fuck ya friend
[DJ Paul] Nigga you claimin set, throwin′, showin′ signs You ain′t no one look inside your face is plain as day Another hoe is showin′ Bitch I′m down with the same game you claim but I will fuck you up Hoe it ain′t the same off in them flames I don′t give a fuck Put some in your liver you so ? in the studio Nigga all but the liver watch you run like bitch was stealers that I let you know Packing automatics full of that static that you stressin′ for Actin′ like you want some but it seems you scared to go
[Hook]
[Koopsta Knicca] Hey don′t call me for sweet songs Ain′t no ? Ain′t no funky smilin′ faces Ain′t no grins up on this man It′s the ? that keeps me cool Social security breaking news Shit could fight up all night with mo henny wait that′s how I (breath) Do you feel it? Is it rare? Smack that bitch up with that chair When you see me over there Raise your hands up in the air ′Cause bitch this ain′t no Rosewood Nigga take another round Slipped up, chopped up, fucked, lights out
[Crunchy Black] Claim where I claim, hang where I hang Burn where I burn, nigga ain′t no thing Do what I do, hanging with my crew (What, what, what, what) nigga I thought you knew Ain′t no hood, throwin our sets Me fucking more nigga no disrespect Get out our way, gun will spray Easy come nigga anyday
[DJ Paul] (Crunchy Black) Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin′ Posse song Niggaz that′s down to cut some muthafuckin′ heads (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*repeats through whole song*] From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga And you know what that mean bitch Makin′ easy money, pimpin′ hoes is serious bitch Makin′ easy money, pimpin′ hoes is serious nigga
[Project Pat] Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I′ll bring it to ya If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack Hit you in the head, with the gat, ′til your skull crack Blood gushin′, head rushin′, act first, no discussion Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin′
[Lord Infamous] First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime You slip, I Live By My Rep don′t fuck with mine Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate
[Juicy J] I got a 357, a tec with a black clip A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips Some killaz on my side, if I tell ′em they gon′ get A fiend wiolatin′ the business, I ain′t wit′ And now in 2000 you talkin′ the same shit And now in 2000 I′ll bust and I won′t miss They smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors
[MC Mack] First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton Two AK′s, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb I don′t talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin′ ′em know, WHOA! Picture me, naked face, to kickin′ in your door 4, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos So, when we creep, drop cause I′ma hit you nine times Take your nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind, blow
[Cruchy Black] You can believe this, you can believe that And believe I got a baseball bat, and I′m bustin′ your head black You believe I′m comin′ strong, you believe I′m all grown You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on You half steppin′ I got the weapon Boom! Boom! I′m blastin′ at your mind to get you believe that I love to kill, I love the thrill And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga
[La Chat] No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain′t got no time fo no shit Got all my boys, don′t make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch It ain′t no way La Chat gon′ let it slide, with the shit that you done I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one I shot that bitch without causes, ain′t got no love in my heart It ain′t no way that I can′t handle, keep that tone in my jaw This ain′t no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain′t gone easy
[Koopsta Knicca:] Man a bitch′ll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can′t stand them vapors Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch Talkin′ that shit about this man you′ll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right You can gimme the fuckin′ chewin′, I can fuck you all night Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon′ start See now that′s that type of shit that get my muh′fuckin′ dick hard
[T-Rock] Capital Mack-11′s, and load ′em full of ammunition Terrorist sect′s, we pull and lock′em in the Expedition No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin′ automatic gats How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot Plus I′ll be storin′ the cap for you, and trick be absolute
[MC Mack] I woke up early Saturday morning, suddenly your phone was ringin′ off the charger Thinkin′ to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I′m stainin′ for my dividends And pay a livin′, neh nigga, gon′ bother my cheese gon′ reach the ceilling fan You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin′ Fuck the reason, and the treason, time to get dirty nigga better I′ll pop it You was gaspin′ for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze
[DJ Paul] Bitches think we playin′, think this killa shit a joke Don′t fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho Comin′ with some fully auto′s, fuck some semi′s Hit ′em with some hollow auto′s, cause I desp-iz-ise Blastin′ like some rondo batays, for you miatays Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays And I, perferin′ keepin′ busin′ in my freak time Taught ′em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight And I′m in a bad mood, cocaine make it that Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that Bitch, nigga, it′s CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga What, what, it′s CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
[DJ Paul] So this is what I′m a do man, you know what I′m sayin′ I′m a get each of you niggaz, you know what I′m sayin′ From the bay by the b-ball piece, when you see this nigga You know what I′m sayin′, I want y′all to whoop his bitch ass Man you know what I′m sayin, beat his motha fuckin ass To the ground like a motherfucker man fuck this bitch ass
[Juicy J] See this how ass kickin′ get down, your boys get (Beat down!) Your bitches get (Beat down!) Your brothers get (Beat down!) Your mothers get (Beat down!) Your cousins get (Beat down!) And any nigga that try to clown we leavin′ em on the ground ′Cuz we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up, and after that Them signs is gettin′ thrown up, I′m answer to the right I′m answer to the left, we snatchin′ your chain and check Your pockets ′till nothin′ left
[Crunchy Black] I′m a crunk this nigga though, treat ′em like a hoe Ask these lil′ bitches what the fuck they hittin′ for Crunchy ain′t a hoe, and Crunchy can′t go, and Crunchy ain′t a nigga that you wanna fuck with low If you didn′t know, then nigga you can know, then meet me Down foo in the middle of the floor, I′ma break it down slow And fill you up with dro, and smoke a little that ′till I Can′t smoke no more
I′m gon′ whoop this nigga I′m gon′ whoop this nigga I′m gon′ take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger I′m gon′ rob this boy, I′m gon′ mob this boy I′m gon′ call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy
[Chorus] We gon′ beat em to the floor, we gon′ beat em to the floor We gon′ beat em to the floor, we gon′ beat em to the floor We gon′ beat em to the floor, we gon′ beat em to the floor We gon′ beat em to the floor, we gon′ beat em to the floor
[Lord Infamous] You don′t know what just happened You suffering from a fracture You rebel let me catch you, I′ll beat you belly bastard You have a bad concussion, from tripple six bone rushin′ You all beat up and busted, you shouldn′t have pressed that button You all bloody and bumy, you yellin′ for you mommy And people think its funny, quit tryin′ to out run me Your eyes are blue and black and, your clothes are ripped and tackin′ You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn′t have wore that jacket ′Cuz I wreck it, smith and west and my weapon, we steppin′ To let the still meet your chest and, don′t play with these killers They come from those parts, the north where niggaz be pullin′ The whole cart, so mista big playa mista big time playa You got the shit on lock why you on my dick Like a bitch walkin′ around like you stone high Hollow tip bullets don′t die, nigga they multiply
I′m gon′ whoop this nigga I′m gon′ whoop this nigga I′m gon′ take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger I′m gon′ rob this boy, I′m gon′ mob this boy I′m gon′ call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy
[Chorus: repeat 2X] I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me If I would let her shoot, she′ll count up this cheese for me It′s going down like I knew it would We gon′ keep on makin money cause this honey is good
[Juicy J] I need a down ass chick, thatll roll wit the clique For the dope sale, bank robbin, cock it back and buck up on a bitch Kidnap vamp, leave a busters body, in a ditch Take the charge for you, always drinking liquor Stayin lit, when we in the bed, baby girl can ride Like a champ, give a playa head, lickin on my thang Like a stamp, if I had that I wouldnt trade anything For her she my main girl, main dog, thats my name, Paul
[DJ Paul] Now I can′t say that I love her, but I got some love for her She showed me, she was bout a haul before I really knowed her I schooled her bout them glocks, I schooled her bout them rocks I told her how to hold a spot when I was off the block She kept it hot, as soon as I stepped in the house she had my money spot Plus a dro blunt rolled up with a syrup lollipop The hood tried to holler everyday but it ain′t nothin She down with the King but I still love a ghetto ass chick
[Chorus]
[Crunchy Black] This one here for the old lady but not dissin this time This for when you took the charge when I commited the crime I was out there super high playin mister crash dummy You put up all my money, didn′t take nothing from me Always found your boy a lawyer when I caught me a case Paid all my fines and kept up with my court dates And even though I gave you hell with all these other lil broads You always came and made my bail when I broke the law The only one thats reliable the one thats dependable Keep you by my side these other fools is suspendable I ain′t forgot when I was out there hurt for some cash You never mind takin your last, on out the stash Always tried to give me the last up out your purse Always tried to get my ass to go on and go to church I couldnt pay you back even if I had to Hard on these fools but I′ll never be to hard on you
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 and some shirt short 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 posse walk me down barely able to stand up barely able to fall down Hanging in the bathroom with my dogs it′s all about two balls now I need a warm cup for a dick and two balls It′s Paul in a Jag but ain′t bout′ to brag Im trying to grab a little hot somethin, skattely wag some bout it some down it Stray ghetto ass ho! Some ready for war! Cause hittin it boy will make your ass go! All motherfucking night dont play Drop yo′ jawphones, it′s on, cause this dick on my leg Y′all niggas want a real dicksucker come Down South make you say "Damn, Grey you still eat with that mouth"! Then she turned over, caught dripping like a faucet I called my dog Too Sway cause this ho about to toss it Im fucking wit chu, cause you fucked wit me! And caught this christian in a bad little somethin to my whole weed (Whole Weed)!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Juicy "J"] First my nigga call the freak tell her she got dick to eat balls and all standin tall dont forget the jack "a" me tell her five dope we keep opt a move as just a sweep heard she liked it from da back in the back from toronsy Paul said she wants to blow with bad (bitch) week we cut off her I don′t wanna hit the jump Grab my 8.0 we′ll get her drunk "My nigg, what chu′ waitin on" ? "Hey let me use that other phone" "Fuck that, she got skit to hit Im′a call that ho while she at home" "Hello" ?? "What′s the bidness bitch" ?? "Who is this" ?? "Mister Dick" !!! "Im bout′ to come and scoop you up" ! "For what" ? "For what the fuck, the click" My dog said you got the clams silicon wit the ass don′t even need a bag to hide your face to sit you down ! Rumors say you turn em′ out In da car, or on da couch! Never hear em′ yellin′ ouch! Dick and balls up in yo′ mouth! Grab my 8.0, (and in a hit) Maybe you can bring you friend "Do you niggas got that bluff" "YA" !