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Three 6 Mafia - Barrin′ You Bitches

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:11

Three 6 Mafia - Swervin′

(featuring Mike Jones & Paul Wall)

[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"

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:10

Three 6 Mafia - Don′t Violate

(featuring Frayser Boy)

[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

[Hook]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:10

Three 6 Mafia - I′m So Hi

Hook: (Crunchy Black) repeat 4x

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:09

Three 6 Mafia - Let′s Plan A Robbery

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 ends)

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Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:09

Three 6 Mafia - Money Didn′t Change Me

[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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:09

Three 6 Mafia - Put Cha D. In Her Mouth

[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

Put cha dick in her mouth

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:08

Three 6 Mafia - They Don′t Fuck Wit U

(DJ Paul) [Intro Repeat 2X]
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate

(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

Repeat Chorus 2X

(Til fade)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:07

Three 6 Mafia - 44 Killers (Interlude)

[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)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:07

Three 6 Mafia - Ridin′ Spinners

(featuring Lil′ Flip)

[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

[Hook 2X]
I′m ridin′ spinners, I′m ridin′ spinners
They don′t stop
I′m ridin′ spinners, I′m ridin′ spinners
They don′t stop
I′m ridin′ spinners, I′m ridin′ spinners
They don′t stop
I′m ridin′ spinners, I′m ridin′ spinners
I′m rolin′

[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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:06

Three 6 Mafia - Don′t Cha Get Mad

(featuring Lil′ Flip & Mr. Bigg)

[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][DJ Paul & Mr. Bigg] x2

[music to fade]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:06

Three 6 Mafia - Fuck Y′all Hoes

(Talking)-[D.J Paul] and [Juicy "J"]

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)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:05

Three 6 Mafia - Let′s Start A Riot

[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!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:05

Three 6 Mafia - Testin′ My Gangsta

[DJ Paul Talking]

[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!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:05

Three 6 Mafia - Poppin′ My Collar

[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!

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:04

Three 6 Mafia - Sippin′ On Some Syrup

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)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:04

Three 6 Mafia - War Wit Us

[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

[Crunchy Blac]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:03

Three 6 Mafia - Whatcha Know

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′

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:03

Three 6 Mafia - Just Anotha Crazy Click

f/ Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid

[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

Three Six yall.... Twiztid, and I.C.P

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:02

Three 6 Mafia - Tongue Ring

[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 !

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:02

Three 6 Mafia - Mosh Pit

f/ Lil Wyte, Josey Scott

[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!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:01

Three 6 Mafia - Pussy Got Ya Hooked

(featuring Remy Ma)

[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)

[Chorus] x2

[music to fade]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:01

Three 6 Mafia - Touched Wit It

(feat. Fiend, Mr. Serv-On, La Chat)

[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!!!!!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:00

Three 6 Mafia - Act Like You Know Me (Point Em Out)

Chorus

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:00

Three 6 Mafia - They Bout To Find Yo Body

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:00

Three 6 Mafia - Shake Dat Jelly

[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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:56

Three 6 Mafia - You Scared

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:56

Three 6 Mafia - Bin Laden

[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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:56

Three 6 Mafia - Jus Like Us

[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.

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:55

Three 6 Mafia - Body Parts 3

(featuring HCP)

[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...

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:55

Three 6 Mafia - Weak Azz Bitch

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:55

Three 6 Mafia - Mafia Niggaz

[Chorus: Lord Infamous (repeat 2X)]

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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:54

Three 6 Mafia - When I Pull Up At The Club

(featuring Paul Wall)

[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

[Chorus] x4

[music to fade]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:54

Three 6 Mafia - Roll With It

(featuring Project Pat)

[Juicy J]
Let me chirp these fools

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

[Chorus] [Project Pat] x2

Music to fade

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:54

Three 6 Mafia - Dangerous Posse

f/ Hypnotize Camp Posse

[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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:53

Three 6 Mafia - Take A Bump

Chours: Lord Infamous

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

[Chorus] till fade

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:53

Three 6 Mafia - Put Ya Signs

[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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:52

Three 6 Mafia - M.E.M.P.H.I.S.

[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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:52

Three 6 Mafia - Beatem To Da Floor

[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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:52

Three 6 Mafia - Ghetto Chick

[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

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:51

Three 6 Mafia - From Da Back

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" !

[Repeat Chorus]

(Various sexual noises throughout end of song)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:51

Three 6 Mafia - Try Somethin

f/ Project Pat

[Project Pat - on the phone]
Yeah it′s Project Pat up in this
Representin′ "Layin′ the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it′s supposed to be
Handle that shit

[Project Pat]
Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I′ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I′m at the Shake Junt
Lookin′ fo′ a big lick, fiendin′ for a fat blunt
Saw my victim caught me one slippin′
On the side of the club takin′ a pissin′
No mask on face I didn′t really need it
He can be damn fool and he′ll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin′ like a track star
Heart pumpin′ fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me made clean getaway
That means that I still live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where it′s hizot

[Hook: Crunchy Blac - repeat 2X]
(I′m a rob me some niggaz) Mane I′m fucked up
A nigga gotta try something
(I′m a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks up
A nigga gotta try something
(I′m a rob me some niggaz) Mane I′m dead broke
A nigga gotta try something
(I′m a rob me some niggaz) Plus I′m out of dope
A nigga gotta try something

[Juicy "J"]
I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride
the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the news
nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
most wanted for a felony I should have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga I didn′t even wear a mask

[DJ Paul]
I guess you know by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin′ niggaz and jackin′ fo yo clothes
and have you runnin round like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin′ they stayin′ strapped
beside DJ Paul they put The Haven on the Map
But it′s too many hoods in The Haven to claim
so we gon all bring guns we gon′ all bring pain.

[Hook x2](cruchy blac)

[Cruchy Blac]
You can do what ya do to keep ya ass in
it′s CB and mane I ain′t playin
Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin right hand
I′m a stick it to ya body, and start demandin
me muthafuckin money out ya fuckin pockets
give me them rings and that fuckin′ watch n you
betta listen up before I start poppin it′s me again
I′m constantly robbin

[Lord Infamous]
Slap on his block wit the glock
and lock′em down to the rocks
fiendin′ for his knot in his pocket strip him
down his socks, grab and feel this 44
hopin′ steam right off this scope
and I let him smoke If I go in ya pockets and ya broke
ya got a lotta nuts rollin′ my hood on ya twankies
now ya gotta drop off them bitches and that ring on ya pankies
either ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:51

Three 6 Mafia - Pimpin And Robbin

Ain′t No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks...Bitch
Ain′t No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..Bitch
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks..Bitch
(repeat above 2 times"

Skinny Pimp:

Pimps them sluts, break them hoes, ride clean, smoke your dope
dipped in gold, on the vogues, everything steady, I′m chargin hoes.
Bonin, conin, playas only, catch this game that I spit
Playa Hatin Niggaz we smoke, me pretty boy smile don′t joke.
We scope my 44 under the crush, don′t you bite the dust
Fuckin with us niggas, Leave your name on your block...up bitch
But I don′t get into that gangsta shit, I relax like a pimp and mack
Hit them trizacks jumpin (in comes me, fiends coming)
The skinny nigga in the house, breakin bitches down
When I drive in the Bonneville, smokin on a match
We chokin, talkin, loc′in, talk crazy to my bitch
I′m walkin with a limp, with my cane, spittin that game, makin stangs
Give Me Some! "Mane, I′m fucked up playa" -- That′s why you ridin clean
Frontin Niggaz Kills Me, fakin like they heavy
If you ain′t makin stangs, sell me all your jewelry
I′m outtie, my shortie is clean with them hammer thangs
My nigga Rickie, dipped in gold, sho′ nuff rollin that weed.

Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks...Bitch
Ain′t No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..Bitch
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks..Bitch
Ain′t No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..

Give me somethin bitch, I′m talkin about dollar signs
Look here ho, I don′t wanna fuck, but buck bitty buck??
A shootin gangsta, light that ass up...
Let′s play a game called pimpin′, and robbin, mobbin′
Pimpin ain′t never stoppin
Leanin to the curb, slam goes my car do′
Nothin behind my head but a bumpin system and a few of my hoes
Drop me off some chee$e, hit em with somethin to keep em pretty
Groupie, droopie, drawed a$$ bitches, don′t act siddity
Find you a trick and break him down, and keep him no. 1 chewer
If my ends don′t meet, bitch you get your a$$ beat.
Swisher Sweets, spliff, get a whiff of that endo blast
Rims gleamin on the pavement, catchin eyes when I pass
Downin some Hennessey, a friend of me is some money though
Romance with no finance is a nuisance, Fuck that honey ho
Droppin bombs, packin tones for playas to killaz and macks

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:50

Three 6 Mafia - Hard Hittaz

[Intro DJ Paul talking] (With Echos)
Yea! (Yea)
Three Six (Six)
Boogie Mane (Mane)
Hypnotize Mindz (Tize Mindz)
You know.. (You know)
Niggaz get scared when they see these hard hittas (Hard Hittas)
Walk up in the motherfuckin′ club we comin to repossess and shit (Possess and
shit)
They start talking like girls and shit (And shit)

[Woman]
You cant touch me
Stand back
No!!![2x]

[DJ Paul]
Yeah

[Hook 2x]
They got scared when these hard hittas came in
They got chains but they all tucked in
We got them thangs and we brought ′em all in
These niggaz play dead when they hear we came in (Came in)

[Crunchy Black]
See I′m a hard hitta yes I am
And I dont really nigga give a damn
About you and how you fuckin rock shit
I put a 45 that make you bitches stop dead
You wanna cock it go ahead and cock it
Dont make a nigga like me make you drop it
I′m ten toes I′m from tha M-fuckin-Town
We gangster walkin
You hear the fuckin gangster sound
Its ashes to ashes dust to dust
The gats we trust
Y′all dont really wanna bust
I see you and your crew nigga in da club
You tuck in yo chainz you must be some sissy club
Do you wanna go to war nigga & spit some blood
You talkin that shit like a fuckin slut
You talk shit then you might as well bring shit
I shut this muthafuckin club down for you bitch!

[Hook 2x]

[DJ Paul]
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Now if you wonder why so many diss Hypnotize
Its cause them haters ain′t eatin
they on some muthafuckin diets
A lot them is really sick I think they got amnesia
Cause on Sunday they diss ya
But come Monday they need ya
Quit tellin lies to the public
If you could rewind your life back
You probably be wit me on this track
But I ain′t come here my nigga for no sorrow no wounds
But im′a stay bumpin till I bump by head on my tool
Fo′ real!

[Juicy J]
Niggaz wanna blame us cause they ain′t famous
They wanna ride a new whip instead of catchin the matter bus
So why I gotta take the blame for lame ass niggaz not havin things
Maybe you need to boost some clothes get yourself some pocket change
I know you like them fairy tales say you make the three six sell
So while my pockets still on swoll you reachin in the garbage pale
Player I′m not your friend wit′ it name a price and J′ll spend it
Get yourself a nine to five and try your luck on a lottery ticket

[Boogiemane]
What′s up nigga
Wanna be bad as the next nigga
True facts you ain′t gettin shit but fuck nigga
Buck nigga catchin the cut when I rush nigga
Jump nigga thinkin you cool you chump nigga
Fuck that im′a get nine to get mine
If you hood dog off in the club I′m on shine
Pine in my mouth fuck up your cloud and get paid
Wit′ the same place to call our own and get away
Whats the deal dog I be bout buckin and getting crunk
And really dog I could care less about stunts
In my trunk though where you gon′ ride after the show
Ain′t no punk goes so I suppose you′ll get throwed by some elbows
Fuck it I′ll fill his ass wit′ holes on that funk blow throwin high low
Like I′m a pro get crunk dog get buck dog
But actin like a fuckin′ fool gon′ get you jumped dog

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:50

Three 6 Mafia - Knock Tha Black Off Yo Ass

(featuring Project Pat)

[Hook 2x]
It ain′t no bitch in my blood nigga its nothing but thug[2x]
I′ll knock tha black off yo ass[4x]

[Project Pat] ({North North} repeated throughout verse)
The main nigga on the block where it′s hot talking shit
I be the main motherfucker somewhere dead in a ditch
Bullet lead to his broke leg two off in his head
Was he scared then hit the man ′cause of what he said
Copastead I be copastatic means I′m to the good
Copper lead in my automatic when I′m in your ′hood
Wish you would try to flex dog pistol in my drawers
Hollywood North Memphis dog motherfuck the laws
Kept it real from the jump street still lookin′ up to me
Out your grill bustin′ wit′ the heat off of the concrete
Blow your toes bloody out your nose got the body cold
Guy′s will roll you to hospital full of hollow holes
Check ′em in with a sheisty grin you get out this cab
You gon′ hand me some damn ends break yourself for dad
Doin′ bad but I′m not for long my nigga it′s on
When I shoot with this fuckin′ tone you is gon′ be gone

[Hook 2x]

[Juicy J] ({North North} Repeated throughtout verse)
(Mmmhmm)
10 g′s will get your ass blown off
Have your mama boohooin′ and your daddy and your mother in law(mmmhmmm)
20 g′s will get your ass chopped up
By some rendevue barbecue tips we don′t give a fuck(mmmhmm)
30 g′s will get you thrown in a river
Splittin′ wit′ your nigga he′d probably ride wit′ her(mmhmm)
50 g′s will get you cold taken out
Niggaz mention your name they say "Man we don′t know what you talkin′
′bout"(mmmhmm)
You can get your ass pistolwhipped with a nine or a .45 or a henny dip
We fight dirty till we die nigga get your throat slit
Then we stomp you to the ground and then we throw your arm a clip
We don′t give a fuck

[Hook 2x]

[Crunchy Black]
You can talk about this you can talk about that
But if I catch you talkin′ I′ma beat you wit′ a bat
Do you something wrong nigga how you like that
I thought I saw a puttycat I thought I saw a cat
Peepin′ my goods try′na see my stash
But if I catch you peepin′ nigga that′s your ass
You the type of nigga that′ll keep coming back
So I′ma gon′ kill you leave you dead where you at

[DJ Paul]
I think they better call Bush ′cause it′s a national disaster
When I unleash my pistolgrip Bushmaster
Ring the alarm I got double charms
100 round spinnin′ you can′t hide you can′t run
I′m a sniper ridin′ in a blue Chevy
A trunk full of guns man you hoes ain′t ready
Kill a bitch like Freddy in the beddy in pajamas
In the middle of the night wake him up to red sights(Blaoow!)

[Hook 2x]

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:50

Three 6 Mafia - Rainbow Colors

(featuring Lil′ Flip)

[Chorus]
I got them rainbow colors in my cup
Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck
That′s that syrup motherfucker that′s that syrup (Gettin Blowed)
That′s that syrup motherfucker that′s that syrup (I′m Blowed)

[Verse One: Lil′ Flip]
Sippin on syrup cause I love to lean
I′m high as fuck cause I′m puffin green
And I got more enfedimines then Eckers and Walgreens
I get high, as I park my, park my drop on the curb
I′m smokin on that blueberry yeah I gots that good herb
And when you come to H-town just hit me on the phone (Hello)
And I′ma come and pick yall up and we gone smoke and zone (Where yall at)
Cause you know I got that good weed and I got that purple drank
Its one twenty for an eighth and two forty for a pint
I got money in the bank so I ball like that
Got 20′s on my car, on my car like that
Hit them all like that we ball like that
I′ll fuck yo hoe and wont call her back
That′s how we do it baby
I gotta keep it real
Oops my bad I′m like bumby I gotta keep it trill
And I dont pop no pills
I drop, I drop my trunk
So you can see my neon light and hear them speakers bump (Boom-Boom)
They call me Lil′ Flip (Lil′ Flip) I′m leanin to the left
I′m like the yin-yang twin, sippin this sippin this syrup by myself

[Chorus]
I got them rainbow colors in my cup
Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck
That′s that syrup motherfucker that′s that syrup (Gettin Blowed)
That′s that syrup motherfucker that′s that syrup (I′m Blowed)

[Verse Two: DJ Paul]
I′m zoned up and seein double
Plus everything that I seein is already double
So that′s like four of you motherfuckers
I′m leanin like I′m standin in a muddle puddle
And berry, berry, got me wantin a hashbrown ounce this ounce this huddle
I let the seat back in my lac and take another sip
Then screw the top off of my bottle take this blunt and dip
Off in the syrup, my nigga ask me help me, help me for
I said you really wanna get high then this here will serve
What them girls really know about that yellow tuss, tuss
Or them rainbow colors all mixed in a cup
Thatll make your dick hard when you ready to fuck
I bet your momma told you bitch you better not fuck wit us
We some cool type niggaz, all we do is smoke
And we sip on syrup, sittin on the front porch
Till we get real dizzy fall down on the floor
And if I get myself dippin, dippin on somemore

[Chorus]
I got them rainbow colors in my cup
Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck
That′s that syrup motherfucker that′s that syrup (Gettin Blowed)

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:49

Three 6 Mafia - Stay Fly (Still Fly Remix)

(featuring Project Pat, Slim Thug & Trick Daddy)

[Intro: Juicy J and DJ Paul]
We gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Till I-Till I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie
Yeah Remix, new Three 6 Mafia (Yeah!)
Dirty South, it′s goin′ down!!
Trick Daddy, Project Pat, Slim Thug
We gotta stay, what!

[Hook 2X]
I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Till I die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie

[Juicy J]
We still stay fly and are fresh out the mall
Brand new set wit′ a tone in my drawers
Playing wit′ the kush and the CD from Paul
Paul′s smoked out, still breakin′ the law
F′in to get built and I′m chirpin′ a freak
Break me a piece sittin′ off in the seat
Yeah I′ll share, I′ll give her a piece
By the end of the night she′s chewin′ my meat
Black thug wit′ it, size 12 inches long
That′s why these girls keep callin′ my phone
First I was a trapper then turned rapper
Now these groupies won′t leave me alone
Haters got pissed ′cause the maybach′s the whip
And Project Pat came back on the rip
And if you want to know if we bangin′ your bitch
She′s suckin′ my dick and I′m pleadin′ the 5th

[DJ Paul]
DJ paul, it′s official the king of the town
Some clown tried to grab my crown
I hit him made him put it down
I represent the M
And I do it better than him
Or her or them
On CD and on film
They hate me because of my cars
They hate me because of my broads
They hate me because I′m a platinum artist and I′m a movie star
Nigga get your weight up
Now wait don′t come to me
Y′all signed to these people
Y′all don′t even know I own a company

[Hook 2X]

[Trick Daddy]
I could smoke up a whole arm of that
Purple kush and the jamaican shit
Get rid of all the stems and seeds
And get a dutch and split it and fill it wit′ weed
Now inhale, hold it there
Exhale, oh yeah!
Partly cloudy wit′ a slight chance of rain
Gettin′ high just to ease the pain
And I smoke all night, smoke all day
Back to back, sack after sack
An oz. couldn′t hold me for a week
It′d take a pound of brown just to hold me down
I′m a weedhead and you know this
You want to smoke one? We can blow this
Puff and pass it, trippin′, laugin′
High, don′t cool it down, we can do the brown

[Crunchy Black]
Y′all know Mary (Mary Jane)
Mary Jane (Mary Jane)
I can take you in her world and she′ll be game (She′ll be game)
She′ll do her thing (Do her thing)
She′ll get that change (Get that change)
It′s whatever lil′ buddy see I′m her man (I′m her man)

[Hook 2X]

[Slim Thug]
Yeah I′ma fly till I die, gettin′ high as the sky
Puffin′ on live while ridin′ in my ride
Keep a white cup full of you know what
That purple stuff on my side while I drive
Back and forth on that I-45
Grippin′ grain while I′m tippin′ man
Candy blue slab drippin′ man
Got the trunk on bang when I′m changin′ lanes
Ain′t shit changed now there ain′t no thing
Still claim the same it′s that blueboy gang
The northside is where the boss rides
That′s where I hang, hold up man
I′m reppin′ Tex when I′m wreckin′ decks
Make you move your necks and go get the checks
Memphis, Tenn throw up your sets
And let them boys know we don′t pardon no ?plex?

[Project Pat] ({North North} repeated throughout verse)
Project is blessed, I couldn′t be stressed
That′s why I′m spittin′ these verses
I′m free as the wizzit, fresh out the pizzit
Man these boys is hurtin′
Them persons verses never come lastin′ ′cause I stack the cashes
Slow like molasses, ain′t no crashes ′cause I kept my glasses
On top of the gizzank, w-lizzank, I ain′t goin′ backwards
I clickity click, blow off of the rich′
Y′all haters ain′t no factors
My platinum jewelry is my toolery
Dog I′m rappin′ rightly
I′m fly as ever man I′m shinin′
Hypnotizin′ Minds and

[Juicy J]
I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:49

Three 6 Mafia - Wolf Wolf

[Chorus]
WOLF, WOLF!
All you want, run your mouth in the street
But you AIN′T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me
I don′t give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep
But you AIN′T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me

[Verse One: Lord Infamous]
Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped
If crunk was a .44 this be the pump
Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump
′Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump
So rush them to the left, push them to the right
Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight
Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg
Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads
Rush ′em up, push ′em grab ′em and slam ′em
Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer!
Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch
I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch
We ain′t satisfied ′till a nigga leave paralyzed
Underground out warning out it′s the Hypnotized
Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic
Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage!

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse Two: Juicy "J"]
["North, North" repeated through the entire verse]
What the fuss about?
Is it cause a nigga got dough?
What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes?
Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey
Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money
In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack
Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts
Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks
This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back"
If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad
If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad
If I get your brains blow out, then they crying
TV′s as they bump off in the rear, then they dying
I close a lot of doors
I pimp a lot of whores
I fuck your main gal and she′s down on all four
I′m straight from the North
I′m down to the core
It′s in my fucking veins, and it sweating out my pores

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse Three: Dj Paul]
They never take me alive, I′m getting high with my .45
Stash in my ride, watching haters in they eyes
I rather go in a blaze then be taken by some bitches
I seem I′m doing better since I got away from snitches
I′m the rawest, quick the break the lamest
Really all they saw is how quick I broke his rawest
Your dog DJ Paul AKA the K.O.′Em (Memphis)
Slap naggers in they mouth cause they act like women
We out the fucking frizame, we′re off the fucking chizain
I keeps me a tone, don′t you dare step to me mane
I lives in the south where them thugs outta control
You look off in they mouth you see a whole lotta gold
I love to load clips, I love to shoot guns
I love to load bullets in they back when they run
These niggaz talk shit around they click just for fun
But see ′em in the streets the motherfuckers play dumb, nigga!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:49

Three 6 Mafia - Like A Pimp (Remix)

(feat. Project Pat, Pimp C)

[Chorus 1 (2x)]
Gator Boots and the suits is the clothes
Like a pimp
Keep the money not folded in a roll
Like a pimp
When I see you bitch you better have my dough
Like a pimp
Reach Back
Like a pimp
Slap the Hoe

[Juicy J]
Now I ain′t Don Juan with the magic wand wand
but I can break a bitch for the cheese and the funds
I don′t have to use a gun or even make the hoe cum
if a nigga go to jail then a bitch make bond
while you shakin that ass in the shake john john
I be sittin in the back rollin big blunt blunts
let me know when you off to collect my money
If a nigga can′t get it then a nigga will hunt
Cause playas like me don′t see nothing funny
bitch better have my motherfucking money
black eyes and bruisin up a face I den done it
to let her know these bonified pimps who run it
She make a G a night but she told me 200
but that′s what I get fuckin wit a snow bunny
I told her like this ask that nigga you be callin
police found a body that very next morning

[Chorus (2x)]

[Pimp C]
Smoking on the dro Young R-uin
pimpin for my paper and I′m looking for the chewin′
bitch I got to do what the fuck I got to do
sippin′ pop pills smoke good and bank spru′
stupid pussy niggaz acting all brand new
when they get some money that′s what fool boys do
I ride in the side get high in the side
grip on the granny get plenty good miles
from them deep suckin′ hoes with a mouth full of gold
she playin with her nose but she suck a mean hose
I can′t even lie like a ghetto ass bitch
is down for her daddy aint scared to break a trick
a yellow ass, switchin′ fast, suckin′ while a pristic ass
in the six, breakin′ bricks, ballin′ in the fucking mix
Pimp C, bitch you can′t act like you don′t know
get down on your knees like a top notch hoe...hoe...hoe...hoe

[Chorus (2x)]

[Project Pat]
I like to kiss that weak gal moving tongue with the head
Kind that have a young nigga sprung out in the bed
Kind that make a motherfucker toes curl to his legs
And that tell any motherfucker just what she did
Play-a, can you dig, as she′ll stroke the esophagus
She can beat the stick or big ass hippopotamus
aint no fuss plus her mouth open and dicks in
Project Pat came to get the cat and I′m in the benz

[DJ Paul]
see I′m a pimp playa, hoes, lay her money make a bitch break her
first take her find me a good worker like a navigator
drop the slut on a corner with nothing but baby wipes
keep that pussy clean and Imma see you later on tonight
first I went and got the hoe, then I started to work the hoe
off the whammi got a grammy just the way she brought me though
then she went and bought some more
all I want a block a yo
keep your boy dro, blood, and some drank waitin′ at the door

[Chorus (2x)]

Reach Back...[5x]
Like a pimp
Slap the hoe

Reach Back...[5x]
Like a pimp

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:48

Three 6 Mafia - Baby Mama

From Baby Boy Soundtrack

[Chorus: Juicy J + LaChat]
[Juicy J] It′s my baby mama (yeanknow) I want child support
She get boyfriend checks, but I stay in court
It′s my baby mama (yeanknow) she be ridin′ Cady
And she always lookin′ for sugar daddies
[LaChat] It′s my baby daddy (yeanknow) he be always broke
And he aint no good nothin′, but a joke
It′s my baby daddy (yeanknow) he just love to have it
He be cheatin′ on me that′s why I can′t stand em′

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Man this freak has got me stressin′ in the court I must confessin′
Playas try to get that checkin′ hoopa hickeys on yo′ neckin′
In that jail I can′t be stayin′ and my g′s you can′t be cakin′
Child support can burn like torch when you get behind yo′ payment
Hurr they go you send em′ letters then they wanna come and get cha
Probably shoulda used a Jimmy probably shoulda neva′ met her
Why you wanna try and impress me?
Always lyin′ tryna′ caress me

[LaChat]
All these so-called ballas want me boy I′m styled you know I′m sexy
I′m LaChat you see I′m swole got you waitin′ at a tole
Betta′ come break me off a fee keep yo′ girl on yo′ bankrole
See me switchin′ blowin′ out kisses dudes don′t know what they be missin′
I′m the type of girl you need keep some cookin′ in the kitchen
Bake yo′ biscuits up from scratch get chu′ sprung off my cat
But chu betta take care yo′ kids Juvenile Court is where it′s at
Where it′s at?
Yeanknow? Cheese is missin′ yean show
And that freak you shackin′ wit′ she too nice I′m mean though

CHORUS

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
It′s DJ P and brothas be out we just tryin′ to be dawgs
But it′s ok aint nann hoe gon′ stop the way that we walk
We kickin′ dis off in them dose′ and when it′s on they gon′ run
And please believe when we come we gon′ come like a nut cum
Down and dirty in these streets, rough and rugged on these freaks
Ridin′ Cady Automatic man we got to keep that heat
Keep that heat for them streets cuz′ man these streets be watchin′ me
Memphis, Tenn. kick the chains and playas gotta kick the crease
The Vision 2 Juvenile Court is where they had yo′ boy
Monthly payments I gotta pay, but I keep comin′ short
Now that I′m payin child support and these courts got me runnin′ mayn
Spendin′ nights with these otha freaks house and all my dawgs mayn
Warrents for yo′ boy arrest got me sweatin′ from the stress
Gettin′ drunk and high all night bout′ to drive me to that white
Mayn if these boys want me they gon′ really have to find me
Messin′ off with these scally wag hoes they so grimey

CHORUS

[Verse 3: LaChat]
Why you playin?
Boy yo′ baby need some shoes, boy yo′ baby need some clothes
Need to try and pay yo′ fees, why you out hurr playin′ these hoes?
Aint no more for me and you, but this what they gotta do
With the seed we have concieved don′t you know he′s part of you?
I don′t wanna hurr yo′ mess talk to me bout′ givin′ checks
Put a judge up in my business what I want is what I get
Shoulda knownd it from the jump all that talk was just a front
Now you payin′ for that lyin′ see yo′ ass in court next month

[Juicy J]
Pay you cheese I′ll give you quarters I′ll just wait for court to order
Mexico is where you′ll find me somewhere round′ the fuckin′ border
Hangin′ with the finest women, walkin′ wit′ a gansta limpin′
Drinkin′ on a case of DP, goody green you know we wit′ it
I done hustled worth a job and broke some back there wasn′t no stoppin′
You dun did the clubbin′ hoppin′ and them pills you kept on poppin′
Now I see why you be freakin′ now I know why you be geekin′
If you wanna give me reason catch me in that playa season

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:47:48