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[Intro]
Yeah! Hypnotize Minds! Three 6 Mafia! Yuh! You niggas wanna motherfuckin' play nigga Don't go by the Terrance playin' no motherfuckin' TV show or movie nigga Lookin' to test me sucker? I'll show you niggas where motherfuckin' tears come from nigga From the motherfuckin' haze of these niggaz guns right here boy! It's goin down! [Chorus: x2] I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I hate to be fussy, I said I hate to be fussy I said I hate to be fussy, I swear I hate to be [Verse One] Come one come all, to the Hypnotize gun show Young hoe, gun let go, I've been gung-ho Run yo' click clean out of that shit Did they forget, or did they not know who they was fuckin' with? D Paul, Three 6, king of this Memphis shit Any nigga think otherwise they need to stop it Prayin' when the red tape'll introduce a faker to they maker Call me The Undertaker for haters causin' vapors And you can catch a hot one, I got plenty of 'em They called bullets and they burn just like a oven You know we can do it however, it ain't no use to play Fire on a nigga like they used to say, yuh! [Chorus] [Verse Two] Coward niggas ride 20 niggas deep With a piece, underneath the seat, make 'em think they street I don't need nobody else, whoop you by myself One on one, leave the guns at home, keep 'em on the shelf But you can't, cause you need a crew, extra fist or two Only one, might really shoot, but that is not you And you show out, try to buck, make 'em think you tough Been to jail about a couple times, I guess that puffed you up If you real nigga what the deal? Take some weed or pills Maybe thinkin' get your confidence up, tell 'em how you feel You a Jew, and a fuck nigga, can't stand yo' grind But you walk around, fake-ass frown, but I know you're a clown bitch! [Chorus] |
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[Intro]
Yeah man, yeah man These motherfuckin' suckers up in here playin' these motherfuckin' games man Ain't nothin' but a hoe-ass nigga man and you know it~! Put your finger on his motherfuckin' forehead and push that sucker head back man And tell that nigga man, tell that nigga [Bridge] You a, hoe, nigga, hoe Nigga, hoe, nigga, hoe You a, hoe, nigga, hoe Nigga, hoe, nigga, hoe, here's what'cha do! [Chorus: x2] Play wit'cha Playstation, play wit'cha Playstation Play wit'cha Playstation, play wit'cha Playstation Don't play with me boy (no sir) don't play with me boy (no sir) Don't play with me boy (no sir) don't play with me boy (no sir) [Verse One] Niggas think that I need 'em, I'm the one that feed 'em I'm the one that lead 'em, I'm the one that freed 'em Nothin can subtract from me I make a hundred thousand daily Niggas thinkin' that they hurtin' me, I'm the one that's payin' me This ain't one man to grow on, real niggas keep this in mind Never cash yo' pearls from off these snakes, and these fuckin' swines Show less than necessary, keep these fakers off in the dark Half off these niggas ain't happy for ya, over half wanna see you robbed Try to get yo' hook up, course you have to get your connect They ain't heard of the word love, they ain't heard of the word respect Never let 'em know what'chu got, don't work with friends, use enemies Bitch you wanna be me? Hoe don't play me [Bridge] [Chorus] [Verse Two] You actin' like you hard, and you say what you done robbed (hell naw!) You say you from the hood, and you claimin' all the parts (hell naw!) I heard you sold a little dope but then I heard you didn't (hell naw!) I know you on the dog food, cause that's why you was itchin' (hell naw!) They say you just a lil' bitch, a look can be deceiving (hell naw!) They say you carry a big gun, but I don't believe that either (hell naw!) And every girl you talk you make as if you knocked it up (hell naw!) Is you 16 on down, nigga what the fuck? (naw!) I know you gotta make some ends, lie and shit to impress your friends Say you own a big boy Benz, did 20 years in pen Flaugin' like you own own, flaugin' cause you known known Don't you know I'm grown grown, and I crack yo' dome dome [Bridge] [Chorus] [Bridge: Repeat till fade] |
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i said i love having sex but i rather get some head
but i rather get some head, but i rather get some head (x2) hypontized minds, three 6 mafia, and her boy dj mike t and this is another unk goin down i said i love havin sex but i rather get some head but i rather get some head, but i rather get some head (x2) i said i rather get some head (x8) ridin down the street man with my big car i stroke the little sexy little migs little bra she make my dick stand like karaem abul jabar i hit that brake so hard,that i drop my cigarre pussy brand fat like cash in a wad i'm lookin like damn baby girl dont stop i'm gonna take u to my crib girl and screw u like a fraud and maybe get some head while i'm riden in the car. either way it go man that nigga got a bus some storin my dollar nigga got some dus some high as moon on my goon like pile spread like my goon spray dead in ur eye in ur eye i said love having sex but i rather get some head but i rather get some head, but i rather get some head (x2) i said rather get some head (x8) i am the one that supply that d i am the one that keep fist with me i am the one that be riden clean that be on the scene on that texas t i am the dude that took ur girl i am the fool that changed the world i am the man with the 12 inch she love to lick and make her errrr always fresh when i'm at the club sitten goose but playin keep the bus from the hood so i throw it up the other side dont mess with us i love the girls that do it right make my toes like curly fries in the bathroom or in the car or behind the bar she dynamited give me head, give me head, give me head, give me head, in the dorm room make me pass out make me dead give me head, give me head, give me head, give me head, wake me up then put me back to sleep i aint scared i said i love having sex but i rather get some head but i rather get some head, but i rather some head (x2) i said rather get some head (x8) hold up hold up homie stop let me borrow lips thats what i told her girl got that aquafina with her head on her shoulder she whisper for i'm hungry so i told her to come but i didnt feed her nothing but some dick and bubble gum. she want more i give her sum i keep them magnums i'm strapped and if she tired lay down just place ur head in my lap and big unk rappas on the map we keep that mouth wide up now clear that car from the east to the west i'm strokin from north to south i'm pokin every time this is heatin gets greater two choices that she got to make she chew me now or later about that cook book paper see i love having sex though put put paper i know that head is the best i said i love having sex but i rather get some head, but i rather get some head, but i rather get some head. (x2) i said rather get some head. (x8) |
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[Intro]
street anthem! (Yessir) Three 6 Ma-fi-UHHH! New Three 6 Mafia, Akon Goin down, Yessir {cell door Slams}{konvict} Hypnotize Minds! (Yessir) This what thugs are made of man! (Yessir) This where we come from This the artery of the streets man The heart of it! [Chorus: Akon] Despite what you heard, or what you saw When you look at me man you see hardcore A real street hood nigga, wish a nigga would nigga I can give a damn what you think about it all If you think I'm CRAZY!! That's right If you think I'm lazy (You're damn right) Cause it don't really matter what you think about me Nigga, fuck you pay me~! That's right [verse one] 9-9-6, got my hands on my first mill' Now it's oh-seven, damn near at a quarter bill' Enemies close, but my 45's closer You can be the starter, but I'ma be the closer Damnin what these haters sayin, damnin what these haters thoughts I reside in mansions they don't, it ain't my fault Half of the Shit I do Ido it just to make these suckers mad And the rides they claimin to get, I already had Ten dollar tees, but the jeans 1500 Your lifetime dreams I done already done it plus I done it wit'cha wife, she said I made her night But I didn't hit her back cause her mouth wasn't right [chorus] [verse Two] Yessir e'rybody in my clique we dra-aa-aank E'rybody in my clique got ba-aa-aank E'rybody in my clique we ba-aa-all Gold teeth nigga comin straight from Nor-naw-aw-ath E'ryday we hustlin just like Rick Ro-aw-oss E'ryday we strugglin and e'ryday we sto-aww-omp These niggaz cain't fuck with my hood, we de-ee-eep The last thing you see is the bottom of my fe-ee-eet And I don't give a damn my nig, I'm a fool, I'm a fool Get the fuck from 'round here, shoulda knew, shoulda knew Head crackin ya dig, what it do, what it do And underneath the seat is the heat, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot [chorus] [Akon - repeat 4X to Fade] Fuck you pay me! Fuck you pay me! Fuck you pay me! That's right #################################### |
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[Intro]
Dig this right? A nigga caught a few bullshit charges when he was young right? So now these motherfuckin' folks don't wanna give me a job ya hear? But dig this Now these motherfuckin' police wanna find me a new place to stay Cause I'm on the corner, posted, sellin' yay But they gon' have to deal with it Cause I gotta motherfuckin' live with it ya hear? [Chorus] I'ma work this trap and give a damn about these hoes Cause I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't If you give me a yard I'ma give a eight of blow Cause I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't Call me, the corner man, corner corner man Find me, on the corner man, on the corner man Call me, the corner man, corner corner man Find me, on the corner man, on the corner man [Verse One] I'm a Memphis, Tennessee, first 48'er Give a damn 'bout these hoes give a damn 'bout these haters If ye ain't talkin' money you can see a nigga later You can catch me in the South, on my bank, fuckin' papered up Bitch I sell white but I still do white But at the end of the night I still give my price And I get my money like a bee get honey I got my profit even though some of it I done it Cause a nigga can't work no 9 to 5 I got charges, but I gotta stay alive And that's on everything, you know a nigga gotta eat man And I'ma do it even if it's due to cocaine [Chorus] [Verse Two] I'ma tell you some shit right here, real shit nigga It's a lot of fake-ass niggas that be scared to bust They hear them choppers then they back on up and shut the fuck They say they shippin' keys, a hundred percent of that is cut They say they in the game but niggaz takin' it up the butt So quit lyin' to kick it, thinkin' you impressin' us I bet you workin' with the feds and the blue crush He smell the powder pack, then he wanna get loud and cuss Nigga sit yo' snitchin' ass down 'fore you gettin' it up Real niggas on the corner they don't have to talk Cause they walk the walk, while yo' bitch-ass gettin' caught I watched the first 48 on TV, Memphis raw Think they from the bullets, cryin' and shit, man fuck nah! [Chorus] |
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I be damn
Hey this my favorite motherfucking song on the album Man you know what I'm sayin' Its a weed song a pill song All wrapped into one Weed, blow, and pills lets go... [Chorus: x2] Weed, blow, pills What we slangin' Weed, blow, pills What we fightin' for Weed, blow, pills What we live for Weed, blow, pills What we gettin' high all day on Rappers get so high like the Tony Montana Voice be so damn slurred talkin' ghetto hood grammar Need to take a seat when you takin' all them pills Passed out on the street, your body rollin' down hills This dope got my voice sounding like its chopped and screwed up [Repeat: x5] That cash on my feet so I'm crawlin to this cooler To just get in here I gotta keep my buzz flowin' You wanna get high with me man, keep your shit potent [Chorus: x2] I grabbed me a gram of that dro, I brake it brake it down Keep it in plastic, I hit hard, shake it shake it down Grind it down fine, chop it up make it powdery Cut into lines on the plate with the razory Listen closely must be done on smooth surfaces No wood get them splinters in your noses Get a straw cut it short slang it at the end Two inches long now you good go on and dig in If its your first time you probably wont feel it Don't worry about it cause it might take a minute Before I leave I got some more advice to tell Rub it on a hoe clit, make her cum right here, yeah [Chorus: x2] |
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(feat. Lyfe Jennings)
[Intro:] Yuh! Hypnotize Minds, [? ] Three 6 Mafia, Lyfe Jennings, goin down Life is beautiful man But niggaz don't respect niggaz, y'knahmsayin? You help a man out just for him to dog you out Niggaz don't appreciate shit, fuck 'em all! [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] So you crack this weed It's respect that'll cost my nigga Double back through the water if you cross a nigga It's greasy at the top, don't fall off my nigga And get lost my nigga I'm a marijuana smokin, never been broken I don't give a fuck about the po-lice, I'm a hood star! Sixteen inches on my Impala Daddy I'm a motherfuckin gangsta, ahh [Verse 1:] These niggaz wanna be in my shoes, but they feet too small They only yell so I turn to, just to see me fall The new code in the streets, that's used by the phony If you cain't beat him, just call the police on him Or hate on him so bad try to turn the world against him Go in the studio like a hoe make some bullshit and diss him But none of that surprise me I done been through it all 17 years in the game, real game, DJ Paul I done seen the real, I done seen the fake I done seen fake bitches turn real to fake Cause hateism is a disease, it's kinda like AIDS They feed you shit for years, and then they send you to your grave [Chorus] [Verse 2:] First I'm broke, so I hang out with the rat and roach And still broke, cause I'm sleepin on apartment flo's The hood struggle is to get it, got to make the change See every dark is like the dark cloud full of rain You wonder why niggaz high and they robbin folks Ain't nuttin to tell you but to pack yo' heat and let it go Them junkies get a fuckin kick, when they smoke a brick I never seen a drug dealer ever call it quits But get money (yessir~!) Make the block pop off Niggaz snitchin man they heads will get chopped off The feds tappin fool it's dangerous when you hood trappin So don't get lost in the sauce slingin cold crack'n [Chorus] |
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(feat. Lil Wyte)
[Intro:] Man! (Damn!) These motherfuckin X pills have you feelin freaky and shit (X pills!) Like fuckin two hoes at the same time (Two hoes at the same time, I'm with that shit) Aw hell, shit! [Chorus: Lil' Wyte] I'm on that ecstasy - rollin; on them X pills - rollin On them X pills - rollin, rollin, rollin Green four leaf clovers - rollin; yellow polar bears - rollin Red Range Rovers - rollin, rollin, rollin I'm on that ecstasy - rollin; on them X pills - rollin On them X pills - rollin, rollin, rollin Orange Cadillacs - rollin; blue applejacks - rollin And white Maybachs - rollin, rollin, rollin [Verse 1:] Mix that X with orange juice Gettin real high in the DJ booth If you got drank my nigga that's cool Vikoden pills, I take that too Don't give a fuck any drug is a go Everyday partner when a nigga pop a roll Got a lot of friends and they all do dope Jack got weed, and Jill keep blow Just woke up, still high as a fool Girl in my bed - man who is you? ! She said we was on the dance floor gettin zoot The next thing you know we was off in the pool I ain't gon' lie this head that hit it Cause when you do X you'll run up in it The girl had cocaine runnin out her nose Powder feel white like a fence called picket I put dick in her mou-ow-ow, ow-ow-outh Then I kicked her out my hou-ow-ow, ow-ow-ouse Memphis niggaz be so wi-ow-ow, ow-ow-ild Now I'm back out on the tow-ow-ow, ow-ow-own [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I said the money talk, you say you're trappin jumpin off I'm in the hay grindin dirty man, drop it off 40 calls if you gotta ask nigga don't even bother I'm fallin off and about to negotiate with chu robbers You look so good (good) but see I been better (better) I keep it so hood (hood) I see mo' cheddar (cheddar) I got the best price (price) call me the cost cutter (cutter) Can any nigga beat me quote, no not a damn nutter I got that Tylenol, 'fore your body to dissolve Meet me in the VSE, parking lot of Southland Mall I got them blue pills (pills) I'm tryin to pay the bills (bills) You scared to meet in the haven then I come to your crib [Chorus] |
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[Chorus: x4]
Click, bang, bang [Repeat: x3] To your motherfucking brain hoe Tell them haters get gone, Three 6 Mafia strong Stronger than ever, ever, since they been gone I been better Fuck them fackers and them jabbalone fackers Smiling in your face but got my enemy on your myspace I cant understand how these haters live with they self, Deal with they self, what they need to do is kill they self Suicide is it good, can she handle? At your funeral for free, I play the piano Rest in peace is your niggas sweet like Reese's Got more crosses than churches your heart smaller than feces You need us, your nothing, your zip, your nada 22's on the road, shoot the hub caps off the Impala [Chorus: x4] I'ma creep on this fool, put this gun to his head Tell him, give me all your jewelry, all your dope, all your bread All the coke that you brought in, the weed that you brought in And if I cant get answers say hell to my little friend Fakin' like you ball, and brawl, shot call I'm that fool that rejaws at all the state laws Stupid rappers get your check buy rims now whats next Need a place to live a crib thats straight shit With your mistaste niggas hate, say they real but they ain't Catch 'em somewhere face to face, now they runnin place to place Club hoppin', mall shoppin', gettin' high, sales droppin' Now you wanna sober up, tell these niggas shoot that fuck [Chorus: x4] |
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(feat. Joel Madden & Benji Madden of Good Charlotte)
[Intro:] Three 6 Ma-fi-UHH~! Good Charlotte Hypnotize Minds, dat executive Some real shit man, let's drop it Let's go! [Chorus: Good Charlotte] You know I can't live my life, workin no 9 to 5 No matter what they say, I'm doin it my own way Cause time ain't on my side, and they don't understand Forget what people say, I'm doin it my own way [Verse 1:] So many shysters in my ears fool, tryin to pop it On my new fame, they will put new hands in my pocket Standin in the rain buck in hand man, about to cock it I take another one they wanna be up out the rocket I cain't understand why they even wanna see me broke Wanna see me choke off my own blood from cuttin my throat I always wanted the money fame wasn't worth my while That's why I wore a mask on the front of "Mystic Stylez" But one night in March, [? ] my life changed in a sec Whether for better or for worse I can't answer that yet But I'll go to the pen before I lose my ends Murder one, one of you hoes tryin to get me for my Benjamins [Chorus] [Verse 2:] In the field, it's real, slip up, get killed Get robbed, get stuck, get messed off in a deal These kids, are gone, on meth, and pills That's why, I pack, I carry, the steel I'm posted, in the hood, got green, I'm good Trap house, no doubt, is where, I stood Got guap, got hot, 'til shop, got popped These snitches, time cuts, it won't, ever stop The times ain't gon' change change long as cocaine 'caine Goes up the nose nose fries a nigga brain brain See 'em in the mornin time tryin to catch a train train Back out on the block (block) doin the same thang thang [Chorus] [Good Charlotte:] Whoahhhhhhhh... |
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yeah three six mafia
featuring Project Pat Young D lets go lolli lolli lolli lolli let me see you pop that body lolli lolli lolli lolli let me see you pop that body chocolate lolli cherry lolli nilla lolli pink lolli red hot red hot red hot hot made that lolli pop oohh made that lolli pop oohh made that lolli pop oohh made that lolli pop oohh now lordy lordy lordy these hoes have some mercy this girl throwing judy I think she bout to hurt me see she went front to back and she ent side to side her thumb up like hitch hikers I think I need a ride one pocket full of pills and a lil bag of that cola the other one full of weed and a semi anna pistola see I aint no dancin dude but I can lean like a cholo see a you goin wit me cuz I cant be goin home solo ya digg lolli lolli lolli lolli let me see you pop that body lolli lolli lolli lolli let me see you pop that body chocolate lolli cherry lolli nilla lolli pink lolli red hot red hot red hot hot made that lolli pop oohh made that lolli pop oohh made that lolli pop oohh made that lolli pop oohh they call me the juice when im at the stip club I put thousand hundred on du uh uh ubs it dont matter to a player ima stu uh uh uh cuz when I leave ima fu uh uh uk you be ridin with da mane that give out tha brain lil scared to ride witcha i dont even know yo name its a whole lotta room in the front of the grain like Baraka Obama said yeah its time for a change lookin for a lipa on da role on da backseat backseat pop dat body now you got me you a fine chick kinda classy classy said her name was tina now im grabbin grabbin cause she got grip on da whip big brown belly wit cilicone tips she bouncin on my lap tryinta unzip I whispered in her ear yeah its hard for a pimp lolli lolli lolli lolli let me see you pop that body lolli lolli lolli lolli let me see you pop that body chocolate lolli cherry lolli nilla lolli pink lolli red hot red hot red hot hot made that lolli pop oohh made that lolli pop oohh made that lolli pop oohh made that lolli pop oohh all my ladies wit a body put yo hands in the air you'se a good lookin hotti put yo hands in the air project pat lookin for a model poppin dat booty ima pop bottles yo girls a cutie know she gargles dont get wrong I keep them hollos shawty hawl watch her roll lemme see dat lolli pop body rock dont you stop I love that way dat booty drops sideways front back up and down I like that cherry lolli chocolate lolli I wanna see you pop that lolli lolli lolli lolli lolli let me see you pop that body lolli lolli lolli lolli let me see you pop that body chocolate lolli cherry lolli nilla lolli pink lolli red hot red hot red hot hot made that lolli pop oohh made that lolli pop oohh made that lolli pop oohh made that lolli pop oohh |
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(feat. Joel Madden & Benji Madden of Good Charlotte)
[Intro:] Three 6 Ma-fi-UHH~! Good Charlotte Hypnotize Minds, dat executive Some real shit man, let's drop it Let's go! [Chorus: Good Charlotte] You know I can't live my life, workin no 9 to 5 No matter what they say, I'm doin it my own way Cause time ain't on my side, and they don't understand Forget what people say, I'm doin it my own way [Verse 1:] So many shysters in my ears fool, tryin to pop it On my new fame, they will put new hands in my pocket Standin in the rain buck in hand man, about to cock it I take another one they wanna be up out the rocket I cain't understand why they even wanna see me broke Wanna see me choke off my own blood from cuttin my throat I always wanted the money fame wasn't worth my while That's why I wore a mask on the front of "Mystic Stylez" But one night in March, [? ] my life changed in a sec Whether for better or for worse I can't answer that yet But I'll go to the pen before I lose my ends Murder one, one of you hoes tryin to get me for my Benjamins [Chorus] [Verse 2:] In the field, it's real, slip up, get killed Get robbed, get stuck, get messed off in a deal These kids, are gone, on meth, and pills That's why, I pack, I carry, the steel I'm posted, in the hood, got green, I'm good Trap house, no doubt, is where, I stood Got guap, got hot, 'til shop, got popped These snitches, time cuts, it won't, ever stop The times ain't gon' change change long as cocaine 'caine Goes up the nose nose fries a nigga brain brain See 'em in the mornin time tryin to catch a train train Back out on the block (block) doin the same thang thang [Chorus] [Good Charlotte:] Whoahhhhhhhh... |
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