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[Guy] Ay ay
Ain't you Gangsta Boo? [Boo] Yeah Why you wanna know? [Guy] Ay ay, you Ain't you used to go to Sheffield? [Boo] What?! See, this is the prime example of some enquiring minds Mothafuckas in my business Mothafuckas wanna know what I do What nigga?! What the fuck you talkin' about?! Why y'all in my business? Enquiring Minds nigga Ya know what I'm sayin? This the intro I'm bringin' it to you real Fuck you mothafucka They ain't talkin' 'bout shit Y'all know how they niggas is These some mothafuckin' playa haters What?! Nigga do you want me to fuck you up, so Hit you wit a low blow Jump dawg You might as well call it quits I be the bitch that's known for rockin' shit I be the bitch known as a lyricist So, what? You wanna fuck with me on the M-I-C? You betta call the police 'cause I'mma bring ya to your knees Me & the Tear Da Club Up Thugs can't take enough Comin' thicker than the mothafuckin' U.S. Marines So if you wanna fuck with me, my favorite quote's I'mma take it as a joke ??? Got your ass wishin' that you can take me baby Got you hard up like a soap on a rope I thought I told ya we ain't gon' stop It's on So when it's on, life's on, then the bitch is on Early mornin' ballin niggas in their own zone Enquiring minds wanted to know, that's why I wrote this song You fuckin bitch Wanna wear my shit 'Cause I got Chanel on it But in the projects you weren't really on it Tryin' be the one to flaunt it Stupid ass, know that my name is wanted Ay ay yo yo Wassup niggas? This the intro Nigga you got 1 You got 2 You got 3 Yo yo Uhh Ay ay yo Stop this shit, and play number 3 I'm outta here |
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(Fatal)
1 - (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club When at the club, we get so bumped We try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club When at the club, we get so bumped We try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club When at the club, we get so bumped We try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club When at the club, we get so bumped We try to tear up some shit (Gangsta Boo) Oh no, you can't Misses Gangsta Boo comin' atcha Wit niggas guaranteed to wet your fuckin coochies, watered up We be the roughest, my team be the buckest, my team be the quickest Makin' you say "What the fuck was it?! Who that be? Where she at? We besta get her, yo!" Triple 6, Gangsta Boo, why don't you come & get me ho?! Bet y'all niggas on the payroll, ready to swat you baby Slice & dice your ass like some fruit wit a chrome machetti I hope you ready to see Freddy in your fuckin' dreams Make believe shit come true, know what I mean nigga? I'm outta control like a fucked up roller coaster ride Let me get high, thought you mothafuckas died (nigga) I be the mindless, shoot bitches, when I flow I don't give a fuck 'cause ya hatin' What the fuck for? You do not pay me Neither do you break me Hypnotize comin' for real We paper chasin' Repeat 1 (Fatal) (Oh no) I'm sick & tired of playin' wit these fuckin' hoes All my life I seen friends turned another fuckin' foes If a nigga out to sea, what the fuck you get back? A group of niggas sellin' ?dolo? 'caine Talkin' 'bout how you back I make the bullets that ? like... Don't believe me? Test me Jack *brrap, brrrrap brrap brap* You better be nimble, you better be quick When this fuckin' forty click It's gonna be cold in your partna's house Wit hoes in your doors bitch Ain't a killa, ain't a nigga, by the scrilla But a hustla, I'm by the struggle Keepin' the trouble, kickin' doors Guns to brang Slangin' 'caine In the snow, or in the rain I'm gon' maintain In the street, or on the strip I'm makin' grips Shakin' dice The cheese, I flip I pimp a bitch Runnin' combs, on cellular phones I'm in your home Put them toes, up in your face So now it's on Repeat 1 Ha, I got ?? flicks Yes, on the C-B set cassette Make you deaf, ? ha, if you bitches wanna flex Catch a neck ? bent Like some missed up out your chest >From the ? chest Many bitches I been sexed By the Lord & this ? Rock a mic up off stage, if it's cordless Yes, love the gangsta way I test Take three thousand X I smoke the dope up in my Chevy Hit the head rest Kill 'em all, by the Three 6 multiplicity, no sympathy Namin' startin' from the C-B-Q Be from this infa-mee I rip it ? ?Ya pretty styles & sympathies go mentally? Make a believer ??, put it on the show, they called it rippley So picture the Sucka who chuckles wit buckles will really catch the knuckles Cuz hoes will duct tape you with ? you ain't got the muscle I leave you stiffened on the curb, make ya head like ?? You don't want no posse ??? They don't want it Fatal put the pump to your stomach Hittin' you up wit shots Give you reasons to run with The dumbest, ain't nothin' these cats get game from It's the verbal verdict It's venom, I'm dissin' 'em by the hundreds Train gas, tryin' to seal you in the rep-tain gap Hussein foul Put it in that apple Shit, you playin' now? >From Memphis to your city My fo-fo pretty Lil' Gold from sheezy Put the ? to your kitty Fuck wit Hussein & thugs That's your brain on drugs I bring the pain wit slugs Don't get slain then plug You'll get popped off Block wit hot shots, and dropped off I spot y'all, when I popped mines off It's them outlaws in Three 6, y'all can't do shit with That slick shit, sheisty, nasty, new brick, mix shit I'm tellin' you, you my man, I'm holdin' back from shellin' you Screw my plans And I'mma be pourin' out liquor, smokin' an L for you "Shuttle control, shuttle control..." |
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"I'm chiefin heavy understand me baby this Gangsta Boo"
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Chorus x4
I had it figured it was someone close Cause the nigga that's close Are the motherfuckers that know the most (Gangsta Boo) It's like this I'm tellin' my niggas about this broke ass bitch That wanna jump into some shit That hoe done snitched on my click We livin' swell Pockets bail matches on her own legs I'm livin' life the fuckin' queen With my money I made I got to let my nigga know before the news hit the block That this bitch done told the Fed's he was pushin' them rocks So what to do, what to do to this bitch ass snitch She played up on my fuckin' nigga He wasn't givin' them dick I grab my keys, get to the car Ballin' to a pay phone To call up Paul at home to get a couple of them tones Let me see, where would she be Hmm, is it really hard to tell She knows the mafia well She knows that we gonna send her straight to hell But I'll call down below key Like I really don't know I stay at home, stop my shipment so I won't go for broke Someone had wanted to see us fall But we stayin' on the top We beat the playas that be ballin' cause the party don't stop Chorus x2 |
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1 - Wanna go to war wit me baby?
This gangsta bitch can get crazy Don't you decieve this lady Don't fuckin' play wit me baby Repeat 1 (3x) I'm kickin' it, I be doin' that playa shit You be doin' that hoe shit, hatin' up on me bitch I cannot help I'm a Prophet queen, ridin' until I die bitch Do you wanna get fucked up? Do you wanna see me tear da club up? Do you wanna get bum rushed? By niggas wit triggas that's ready for come-up I bet you be wonderin' how do a lady be flowin' just like them niggas do I be spyin' on your crew That's how I know exactly what to do Don't be playin' wit me It hurts me deeply to see that you decievin' me I'll get you, I'll study up on the novel known as Misery I'm comin' wit shit to Make 'Em Say Ugh! like that Master P shit I'll be hangin' wit niggas that's Ready To Die like Notorious BIG shit Don't be fuckin' wit me When you see I'm on some other type of mix Don't try to be 'bout it in front of your friends Put that red dot on your chest Them mafia niggas taught me well, nigga can't you tell I sport the mean designers bail, nigga doin' swell To end this verse off, I be known to have you niggas pissed off But keep on pissin' 'cause I ain't gon' stop until yo' ass drop Repeat 1 (4x) I be the one you love to hate 'cause I'm so so slick You look into my eyes, but never knowin' what I'm gon' do next I'm like outlaws, we warrior thugs Showin' 'em our blood It don't mean 'cause I'm a lady that I can't have the blood I keep my mean mug wit me for you hoes & that shit I get my smoke on daily, 'cause I got to have it To all you lovely ballin' niggas lookin' for a sidekick Put yo' money by yo' dick & we can do some business I'm not tryin' to be rude That's just how it's gon' be I'm rollin' wit The Prophet Posse and we 'bout our money Many people say I'm crazed Damn, is it a lie? I guess I'm crazed now-a-days, baby it's do or die I'm bein' real, you bein' fake Like some counterfeit cheese While yo' bitch ass on yo' knees doin' just as I please Enquiring minds wanted to know what's gon' be my next move In Monopoly, you's a fool, 'cause this game you gon' lose Repeat 1 (4x) |
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(I'm high off that weed...)
1 - When you're smokin' on some 8 Fool, it ain't no joke Take a shot of Rene Martin Then pass the dope We gon' ball 'til we fall Get drunk and choke Breathe up on that green Meet me back at the store Repeat 1 (Gangsta Boo) I'm watchin' this track like a tornado When I'm full of that green It gotta be some head banger Do you know what I mean? I'm on the scene, feelin' slow I just smoked and ODed It's all good, I'm havin' fun With my niggas and me The Z3 accompanied by a driver named Boo I'm high, I smoked a lot I'm gonna blaze 'til I'm through Can you hang with us baby? We get high off several, things that make you say "Damn, I'm scared to get on their level" We be clubbin', always knock the heavy spots when we late We heavy drinkin' on some Mo' We party-hardy all day So what you say, you in on it? Then pass it around Lights, camera, action Candid Camera now Just a joke to provoke you to get high To each, it's on, a partier 'til I die Nineteen ninety fuckin' nine Oops, the party is over Overflow, battin' at 2 ? black Range Rovers, yeah (I'm high off that weed...) Repeat 1 Repeat 1 (Gangsta Boo) I'm hittin' the park, eyes fucked Just-a keepin' it real So if you feel the way I feel Then ya ass know the deal I get some chronic, killa fragrance So my ride'll smell good All you niggas in the hood know that shit do some good Good enough to knock the odor out some weed that's on fire ? taped around my waste I fly the friendly skies To get 'bout it 'round my venus Cuz I got shit to do So do enough to get me through The world ? Gangsta Boo I got the mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin to increase my high ??? red as hell, these bitches better recognize Gangsta Boo, the scandalous bitch that do not take no shit Smoked-a, loc'ed-a Playas all around, but known as Triple 6 Million blunts up in my mind Yeah my niggas cap at times Smoked up all the blunts And now I'm high, I'm on cloud 9 Dumb trick up into my clique You'll get your fuckin' body bust Bitches bodies chopped up Mixed with guts and shit, off in my trunk (I'm high off that weed...) Repeat 1 Repeat 1 |
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(intro)
(crunchy black) Aw yeah, we fittin' to get into some shit called stayin' real It's one mutha-f**kin' thing to be real But it's another mutha-f**kin' thing to stay real Meanin' stayin' real wit them mutha-f**kin' niggas Who brought you into this shit 'cause as quick as a nigga can bring you into this They can take you out of this If you know what I mean You know who I'm talkin' 'bout You know who you are Yeah (gangsta boo) 1 - ain't nothin' but the real thing Scream you real if you real Ain't nothin' but a f**kin' thing nigga Kill or be killed How sweet it is, gots to give it to ya (I'm makin' my pay) Strugglin', strivin' to the top Livin' day by day Repeat 1 (crunchy black) Say you real - real enough to make a f**kin mil' Real - real enough to make a mutha-f**kin' field Every f**kin' word you say has gotta be real I hate you really feel that way (you know the business) A little somethin' for nothin' got you scared of it A little somethin' for nothin' got you fed up, fed up With all the playa haters, playa haters hangin' ? Now a nigga like me, put a little like somethin' in the rear Shoot nothin' but knowledge at your gate Crunchy black look like the red Three 6 mafia got you scared All I want is profit man Can't you niggas comprehend Bitch I ain't your f**kin' friend Meet you niggas at the end, of the road, I suppose Used to have a f**kin' soul Now my soul's f**kin' stole Now I walk around you hoes 'fraid like mutha-f**kin' foes Wonder why I'm keepin' dough Wonder why I lay a ho All I want is profit roll All I want, mo' money mo' Repeat 1 (2x) (gangsta boo) Get destroyed, get caught up in the line of fire Get your choice, get your pussy crew I get my tear da club up boys, brace yourself For the impact of the f**kin' mafia Niggas ain't no stoppin' us Once we feel you crossed us Never bein' blinded by the pettiness your ass play Bust a free for ? ? f**k niggas 24 hours a day Wanted to get paid, so I started this rappin' shit Now it be my name dragged through dirt for the f**k of it I know what it takes to win, that's why I fight with my pen There's so many haters on the outside tryin' to get they ass in Never be clever like misses, that's why I got all you bitches Don't take it personal baby, 'cause everything is big business It's either kill or be killed It's either plantinum or gold Scream you real if you real (I'm real!) Say you hot if you cold I thought I told you never trust a busta that's on the loose Loose enough to send you fallin' without no parachute Repeat 1 (2x) (gangsta boo) What are we doin' to prepare ourselves for the new world order Come in just 2 years from now Teach us to give orders That the ones that's sellin' shit, the fit is here, she started Get departed early baby, for some shit, I'm so sorry To be tellin' you I see the signs of triggers & blood That was bum-rushed by thugs, intoxicated with drugs Not to be auspicious to ya by a nigga named paul Now lyrics come from who watches over us all Lucifer, the light barrier Lucifer, the sun of morning Is it he who bares us light Down at night, I hear you callin' Light will overcome the darkness Can't you see that's bein' real Give us something you can feel Like aretha with the sex appeal I would be like mostly high High enough to kiss the clouds Screamin' lotto triple 6 Take me where the devil's ? Bein' real, that's bein' me 'cause you got a lady, see Down wit f**kin' nigga down wit prophet p-o-s-s-e Repeat 1 |
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Oh, my God
Y'all see that nigga over there Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Well, his lines are great Hey, is that a real Rolex you got on Hey, those ain't Cartier, switch your frames, nigga No, but you know it's all good Cause a motherfucker know how you eat pussy and shit You know I'm sayin' Hey girls, you wanna tell you what I heard about this nigga I heard that this punk ass nigga is a Nasty trick Don't come at me talkin' that shit Nasty trick Get on your knees and do that lick shit Nasty trick You want money, get another bitch, trick Nasty trick Ha-ha, hey, ladies check this out Well, let me tell this story about this nigga With a little dick but when it's hard, he's swearin' it bigger Triple X-rated, Willie nigga without a wife I'm talkin' bout a nigga always lookin' for a late night He creepin' outside without a doubt, that boy be flexin' Waitin' for the next freak to give that dick some injection He a stupid nigga figga bigga thinks me the best I got his phone number, I'ma give that nigga a test, huh His gold teeth showin', with diamonds he glistenin' Is it cause I'm down with poppin' plus them sixes we jiggy But I'm diggin' this nigga, and it's funny cause why A nigga, like they known for keepin' hoes that count to the sky He a stupid ass nigga with his tongue stuck out You need a real ass bitch to put some shit in your mouth You got your Cartier bracelets with the frames to match You lookin' good to be a nasty ass trick, know dat, nigga Nasty trick Don't come at me talkin' that shit Nasty trick Get on your knees and do that lick shit Nasty trick You want money, get another bitch, trick Nasty trick Hey, y'all, lemme finish tellin' y'all the deal You fuckin' bitches that be barely speakin' some English All the time talkin' bout what you got in your penis You think you tight, always flossin' bout the bitches you got You about a age away, you gotta top your own rost' But I'm diggin' you cause thuggin' got you lookin' sorta proper I'm not to be the one cause you ain't got that much to offer But you could ask Mo, she'll tell you how you niggas lyin' Lately be decidin' on the first position equals mine But enough of that, let's be gettin' back to me and you What the fuck, if it's so hard for you and Lady Gangsta Boo What you tryin' to do, I be hearin' bout you trickin' And how you sayin' bitches pussy chicken finger lickin' But that be all good, I ain't mad cause I'm a player too Never underestimate my pimpin' trick, I thought you knew Boy, I'll come over and let you get inside me I'll ride you like a horse, I'll say, "Whoa, Kimosabe" Nasty trick Don't come at me talkin' that shit Nasty trick Get on your knees and do that lick shit Nasty trick You want money, get another bitch, trick Nasty trick (What's up, y'all) (How y'all doin') Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (What's so goddamn funny) A-yo', guess what this nigga did He ate my pussy last night, right With some cough drops in his mouth |
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1 - money and the powder, money and the powder
(misses gangsta boo got the) money and the powder (yup) Money and the powder, money and the powder (niggas pagin me for my) money and the powder Money and the powder, money and the powder (I got all you bitches jade, cuz of) money and the powder Money and the powder, money and the powder (up 24/7, cuz my) money and the powder (gangsta boo) I got the money and the powder Yeah, got the fuckin dollas, 40 Increasin hours Trade your whole damn life for it Only tryin to be the richest bitch That roam the city streets Keep a bird flyin to the south For a winters peak South folk put me up on game Cuz the game aint changed Still the same way Likin me and your momma gaze Rappin get ya paid Thats cool, Im havin fun, see Live on stage, gangsta boo is what they call me Good sense of humor Kinda funny once you get to know Money over bitches, once on top You dont hear me though Stay smokin green Cuz I got it like that I stay up on some pure shit On and poppin like that So if you try to break me Never will you succeed Cuz a bitch like me, always got a plan b With hypnotize minds Blindin bitches when we come through To all enquiring minds Yours truly, gangsta boo Repeat 1 (gangsta boo) Its kinda hard bein the lady that I am, you see Without a shiesty ass nigga tryin to get with me But we gon ride and get high Glidin deep in the night In your pearl mercedes fixed with the blue headlights Okay, its on, pop the dom What about the 100, percent pure that you promised me Before you go under Call me lady, me, no Im takin over your hood Because its on, good Yellin that Im wishin you would Try to gank me for my shit Never buyin ya baby I be the one that rock your cradle Come and play with me baby Yee know, its bout the money It aint bout nothin else Dont try to play me bitch Be fuckin tryin to play with yourself If its cool, then its cool If its not, then its not If ya ass actin shady, if its bricked or rocked Dont be crossin like a God when youre dealin with me Its not so easy bein hard Whatcha tryin to be? Repeat 1 (gangsta boo) What a trip, I got you bitches wantin to roll with me But back in 1993, you wouldnt fuck with me But now I got an album out Look at tv, Im on it Now youre lookin for some fame Plus all my niggas, you want em Never that, I cant be usin groupies To call em friends Because my money and my powder would be gone in the end I cant depend on you bitches when Im in some trouble Blow your bump and fuck me up Once imma fuck you up ? Get your squad, what they gon do? (not shit) I thought you knew With my black hooded crew We gon come and get you Cuz we got money to make Whatever nigga it take We got some kis in this shit We gotta bring home some play It aint no limit in this because we real to the fact If your ass black, you know you gotta hustle for scraps So imma holla Thanks for listenin all my ghetto girls and boys First comes money, then the powder Then relax, and youll enjoy Repeat 1 |
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(The Kaze)
1 - We shootin' to kill, nigga We shootin' to kill, nigga Ain't no fuckin' warning shots When you come around here nigga All the things that I got, yo Is shit I worked hard for Life in the metro's so cold Repeat 1 (Gangsta Boo) I'm on some other type shit I'm on some crazy ass shit I'm on some fuck with me bitch I'm on some get your ass kicked It's not the power of Miss The work of secret politics (The rumor's turned to an arena) Between the old and new bitch I think ?? that don't move to ?? Society has been the education of ? Movin' up the escalator Risin' to the fuckin' top Party on, don't stop In the air, super hot Ya better beware What we believe is what we share To get rumblin' like the Bronx Like the Chinese folks was there I'm fuckin' live that is ?believe well? It's known to be the truth It's ? of hell, can ya feel Gangsta Boo nigga? Who's fuckin' side you think y'all on when shit pops off? Hypnotize Minds down to blow a nigga ass off With a fuckin' sawed off Project told you once before Workin' to ensure my victory For my side ho Repeat 1 (The Kaze) I'm in this world with no one to turn to I'm livin' kinda thuggish Thinkin' crooked, just to come up You see this fuckin' world And ? is without the beat So I kick it by my lonely This real G, to make my riches Then all these snitches be throwin' crosses I'm takin' losses Cuz ?? resurrect from all this player hation You see my nation is mass destruction And my soul releasin' all this anger for you nigga rolls And it's so bad because I know Oh they done clickin' with the quickness Because this system is makin' hard How else can I make a livin' And then my children I'm thinkin' deeply With wealth, it be a better future It ain't our fault that our enemies bleed When I'm smokin' weed It entoxes me ?? what I do to all you fake ass G's, so please Don't go rubbin', ?? gonna make me Get right down crazy This city has got me pacin' And I can't take it Repeat 1 Repeat 1 I'm thinkin' misery, sufferin', ambush and sorrow I'm filled with drama When I lose my soul, the ? those 3 numbers You wonder what's really real When fuckin' with G's like mack Pop-pop from the glock Curiousity killed the cat Bust it, we down for whatever Whenever, what nigga, think you clever? My weapon gon' have you gaspin' for breath Death and stormy weather It's thunderin' and lightening Plus rain is pourin' on bloody bodies I'm runnin' up on the scene ??? up in a Farrari I'm sorry, it's killin' season Killa Kaze and Prophet Posse The last days we lit 'em It ain't no time to get sloppy Standin' strong, holdin' on Competition can't stop it To all my foes, I let you know I keep that 9 in my pocket I pop it, straight at your ass if you ever try to apouse The result from all the ? All was left was dead souls To my rappers out devouring, left them holding like the Bible I sustain, in this game A mack for life, I'm out this thang, man Repeat 1 |
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(Project Pat)
1 - Walked up to your house Knocked on your door and blast Kickin' down your fuckin' shit Then snatchin' up the mass This is personal bitch So we gon' leave the cash "What you niggas want with me?" To torture your ass Repeat 1 (Gangsta Boo) The blazin' sun refers to us as the sun is blindin' me Besides infrared wine, Hypnotize Minds right behind Packin' plenty heat for you niggas wit some beef Beef is what I ? to be Keep your mom up off the streets Never said you were my friend Fuck this rap, I'll get revenge Stick a knife up in your stomach Pull it out and stick it in again Ghetto kings and queens if you wit me, let me know Pull up off your fuckin' blunt, hit another line of blow Badder than a school of kids, they just want to fuckin' see Clicked up with the triple 6, you don't know who you're fuckin' wit Not to play for cheap Got you ? to JB And some gas wit your ??? live as you could be Talkin' shit about Miss Lady cuz you think that you the shit Beat you with a fuckin' bat, dump your body in a ditch Guess you know who you are, keep a watch out on your car If you open up a door or bump, I'll blow your ass to Mars Repeat 1 Repeat 1 (Project Pat) Nicky nack, patty wack, slap a chick in the back With the yak, ? paper red, just another Black dead Was it dope? Nah Love? Was they weak and soft? Honey says weed got a nigga sayin' fuck a job Kill and rob Gettin' up on some dope The mentality of the Black male If he dies, that's a casuality It gon' be even worser times in the time to come Bigger blunts to blaze, so you best pack a bigger gun Give me some, give me some, drop it off you selfish bitch Motto of a killer when he's out here tryin' to take your shit Project spit nothin' but the real, so my niggas kill Where I'm comin' from, south side out the ghetto slums With them guns always stayin' cocked Where them killers hang Playas slangin' rocks ??? where your niggas bang When you sing like canaries do Then you feel my niner slugs comin' right through your door If you can dig Repeat 1 Repeat 1 |
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1 - (Boo) For only you nigga, I would cherish all of these times
(Rock) For only you, I'd live a fuckin' world of crime (Boo) For only you, give me feelings that I can't understand (Rock) For only you, be the one to help me murda yo' man Repeat 1 (Gangsta Boo) I love you nigga, listen to me, tell me what you need I got yo' back & front, baby, do what you please But you hurt me, boy, you just drivin' me crazy Thinkin' of the day we met in yo' 600 Mercedes Havin' suicidal thoughts Oops, I love you too much You just don't know what you be doin' when I'm feelin' yo' touch Get to schemin, play a role, like I'm in a soap opera Findin' bitches number in yo' wallet, and how I'mma stop it (What should I do?) Go bother the niggas that is down wit yo' crew >From me to you, this Gangsta Boo, and I'm just tellin' the truth You hurt me bad, feelin' strange, wit revenge on my mind Call my baby from the 8 and say "it's been a long time" How are ya doin'? (Doin' great) I got problems on mind This nigga told me that he love me, but I guess he's a liar Somebody, bye bitch nigga, I'mma get yo' ass back You played up on a real bitch, now it's time fo' yo' nap Repeat 1 Repeat 1 (T. Rock) This is givin' me asistance in committin' adultery in the late night Makin' love 'til ya had me where I couldn't concentrate right Hypnotizin' my thought process wit love, ? & venom Prepared to kill for you, I fold, make sure pistol that pin 'em Though you be wit it, this affair is too good to be true It must be blessed Besides, yo' man is too posessive & over-protective You want him deceased, I'll be da trigga man on the piece After it's over, you & I can have an intimate feast Let me know the time & location plus how to do it You told me 12 at yo' house, sliced & least dilluted So I'm creepin' to the doorstep of your 30 million mansion It's time fo' havoc, ???, he'll be evicted on the fuckin' minute You been takin' shovin' & orders He bust & you're a torch Sliced him to death, threw his carcus over the river water Now it's Paco & Miss Lady, modern day Clyde & Bonnie Livin' off your husbands real money, for greediness ??? Repeat 1 Repeat 1 (Gangsta Boo) I tried to be good, I didn't want to set him up for this But mama sold jewelry, what you sold you bitch I'm cookin', makin' him feel good after it's all planned I'm havin' second thoughts but now I got me a new man (His last meal) Like his ass locked up hell tight I sexed him down once he ate his food, this was like right After the clock struck 9, 12 on midnight, he finished Cuz my baby Paco wanna blow his brains on the ceiling Hope his folks don't be mad Fuck it! I just might flee Because he left a lot of money in the S-A-F-E Too good to be true Gangsta Boo love somebody But you nobody until yo' ass kill somebody I'm thinkin' quick, my hands are wet, maybe it's from my sweat 11:45 is here, I guess the stash it 'tected So blood baths can begin cuz I'm in it to win Not to be hurt in the end I'm a deadly friend |
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You think they have any idea you think they know were coming {Man2: talking} Those people are paranoid they figure somebody's coming They just don't know when {Man1: talking} I don't know my gut says they have no idea {played in background throughout various parts of song} {Girl: singing} Yo se yo se Yo se lo que tiene pa' me Yo se yo se Yo se lo que tiene pa' me I know I know I know what you got for me I know I know I know what you got for me (Prophet Posse: mafia mafia mafia ya) {Lord Infamous} You hit the corner quick as fuck slipped in the puddle and you fell I stepped over your shoulders then I rough rocked your bells The Zima's on the rims are yelling flex are hella rough I'm coming hit man style and leave your pillow filled with slugs Motherfuck watch I huff then I puff wet you up When the mourners gumming on Coke and Rum doing devil stuff Kaiser Soze Tear da Club up Thugs I yell it out loud Scarecrow I keep ganja smoke flying out my mouth {ScanMan} Another war kamikazes drop them bodies onto the shore I thought there were no more Enemy Three 6 me and Crunchy bomb they click So on the train in the rain Scans waiting for you man When I get ya extracts brain and wash your remains down the drain So blast my words will hit you harder than a gun Six-thousand sounds of funk weighing more than a ton So why would you wanna run your mouth and have some anna Your questions all ask about my baby Scandalous {Crunchy Black} There's no cries in my life there's no games that I wont play There ain't no hoe up in me nigga bitch get out my fucking way Nigga I rob nigga I steal nigga I put your body in a field Three 6 Mafia Prophet the Posse-a Still coming up trying to kick this shit real {Koopsta Knicca} Chrome it be's your girly friend and now its me they want me Rid all my head let suffering take me from this bondage Why must I emphasis a white guy can be waiting Satan he holds my hand oh lord I hope your listening Come on in let me take you on a ride (on a ride) Inside I fail to realize (realize) There is the holding cell of Koopsta ain't no changing it I'm dead bolt I'll be dead before more suffering sets in sets in {Juicy J} There be trouble when you see me (when you see me) Call me psychotic or your very closest enemy (closest enemy) There ain't no flodging cause these Memphis niggas snort p (yeah they snort p) And drink that motherfucking Hennessey and smoke weed (smoke weed) Yeah I'm that fool that's everlasting like the M-O-B (M-O-B) And I'm that fool that's quick to blast if you fuck with me (if you fuck with me fool) And if you ask me where I'm from I'll tell you Evergreen (dope niggas Evergreen) And if you ask me why I slum its just the look in me (yeah thats right) {MC Mack} Aight I'm bumping Kaze up in my changer getting high yo from the sounds Juice and DJ lace the track we blowing up foe trick not down Thinking of lyrics from the past I'm making bitches pay the cost Since we ain't taking any kind of lost I be MC Mack the under boss With the Killa Klan Kaze ready to ride and do what need to be done (you know the business) The Triple Six Mafia and Prophet Posse Leave more heat than the fucking sun I'll be done in a second therefore you act as if we gotta attack em What's the conclusion from all this shit I really don't know I guess we'll watch out for it {DJ Paul} (in background: Project Pat: P-R-O-P-H-E-T Posse) (in background: DJ Paul: who we be) Arresting you niggas I got head on yall holler that I'm dead wrong Shoot out before I make it some split a nigga fuckin dome Got shit to make your whole hood battle Yall hoes ain't seen an Uzi's arrow From dusk to dawn leaving bodies numb with my gun Shoot I'll tell ya I's on that blow Prophet Posse with me hoe Or with Tear da Club up Thugs weapons like a GI Joe Walk up to the sissy nigga where nothing can save him Now sit back relax and let this 12 inch gauge in {Project Pat} Automatic gunfire when your time to die left you in a coma Fucking off with busters in these streets got you causing drama Marijuana feels my congregation your affiliation With the wrong click of motherfuckers got annihilation On your program who's the man with the master plot Fresh up out the pen once again with the mask and glock Shot you point blank range feeling strange put that ass in shock Project got an answer for you bitches Posse closing shop {Gangsta Boo} Nigga, nigga what whatcha whatcha wanna do With your pussy ass crew trying to get a load of Boo I be the one to bring the pain bring the rain on a sunny day Smiling in your face mean mug it with a pistol play Know you bitches out to hate me I'm self explanatory I'll leave you wet like a fat pussy in an orgy Snatch your fucking soul I'm the cold that's in the winters hoe Mess with me you die you cant tango with my .44 Drinking on some Henn and some V and some P it be in me bitch Smoking on some weed 100% it be fire bitch What you trying to do I done already did it baby If you wanna rumble come get your ass up don't be a baby Plain as it may be we done talked around each one of your cities Ask my brother Eric he be witnessing what he ain't seen But she don't bother no one she be Mrs. Lady claiming clout On your ass we'll make a test to blast what they talking bout {Project Pat (DJ Paul)} P-R-O-P-H-E-T Posse (Who we be) x8 Hoe (haha) {Prophet Posse} Mafia mafia mafia ya (*repeat til fade*) |
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"I'm chiefin heavy understand me baby this Gangsta Boo"
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