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[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) |
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Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
[Repeat 8x] [Pimp C] I'm 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 Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargaining You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shit You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us I got the wet promenthazine, thick orange and yellow tuss Hydrocor-zone, on the hands-free phone The '84 zone, on them blades, 20-inch chrome If you got 16, you can get a biz-zerd 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 joan it joan it, but I be fucked up up on it We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitch Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass And plus there's some type of nigga Dick hard all night and she cool with that She popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice And just when you thought she was freakin' she done got super loose Niggas come in by threes and deuces all in circles like duck-duck-goose All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit 40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus Tuss and X is how its pronounced 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, stuttering pup-pup powder packs Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need that Nyquil will slow me down, something that keep me easy Nothing like that yella yella that will have you itching man Talking like you "What's up, fool?" Vocal chords sounding lame In my days all we did was chief out on a quarter pound Gone on coke, eyes are bucked, this here shit will knock you down Knock you out, make you fall asleep when you're on them wheels Ain't no doubt, hit me when I beep for this refill Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that drank Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint [Bun B] Nigga tell me what you know bout Frank, Nito and Young Guido Paul and Vito, we play a tune it sweeter than Pedito With my Three 6 nigga pouring 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 manger boy, but you gets the middle finger Come bang her, rum dranker, occaisionally take Your bitch to the Telly 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 Something that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom And for the most I'm steady sippin' on some sizzerp Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip [Repeat til fade] |
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[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, I kill a 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 up on this 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. [Chorus x2] |
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[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] [Talking] |
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[Talking]
Hey we gonna do a song called Tongue Ring Let me feel your Tongue Ring, is it rusty, hahaha [Chorus One: D.J. Paul] 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 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 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 Two: DJ Paul] 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 I'm on fire I be tellin' these boys I do my thang when I'm 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 I'm in the mood for 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 ! |
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[Chorus: Three 6 Mafia]
There's some cowards in this thang, if you see em point em out [4X] There's some cowards in the South, If you see em point em out [4X] [Juicy J] Act like you know me, when I tell that I'm from the North Act like you know me, when I ask ya let me hit the shorts Act like you know me, if I holla and front ya boy a ki Act like you know me, when I'm on the track in evergreen Act like you know me, when you see 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 for rock the record business 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 all we smoke Act like you know me, if I tell ya nigga hit this dope Act like you know me, when I'm winnin in 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, point'n in yo face a fuckin tone [Chorus] [DJ Paul] Act like you know me, cause I'm armed with guns and ready to 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 - chrome desert 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 [Lord Infamous] Act like you know me, when you got pounds of the green dough Act like you know me, when you want to hit the ski slopes 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 my fuckin clique 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'm block'n cruis'n who she be Act like you know me nigga, Gangsta Boo BHZ 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 [Chorus] |
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[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 gram 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] |
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[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!!!!! [Chorus] |
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[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 The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth 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 |
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I choke... nope... thats wack hold up. I stab you with an umbrella, then open it cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian 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 no a motherfuckin pinky ring, 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 풺uggaz? 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 outta luck bitch I aint gon' 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 a spree killin for free without a conscience 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 say it's on so come bring it on We gettin crunk at your 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 drivebys on all y'all wit chainsaws 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 than 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, steady screamin' "Fuck y'all!" I stab bitches wit a chain saw! [Shaggy 2 Dope] We walk around Compton & Watts, beatin' scrubs up and right in Tim Dog's face I throw the dubs up we tearin' clubs up down South wit D .. Three Six y'all.. Twiztid.. and I.C.P. |
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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 [Hook until fade] |
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