Gangsta Boo

(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

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(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'

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(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

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(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

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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

[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

(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

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(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...)

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(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...)

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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

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(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

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(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

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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

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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

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(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?

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(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

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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

(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'

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(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

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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..."

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

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(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

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(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 ???

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(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

(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

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(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

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)

"I'm chiefin heavy understand me baby this Gangsta Boo"

"I'm chiefin heavy understand me baby this Gangsta Boo"

{Man1: talking}
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*)

[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)

[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]

[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]

[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]

[Violent J's Intro]
I choke... nope... thats wack hold up.
I stab you with an umbrella,
then open it cause I'm sick like a diseased 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.

[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

[Hook: x2]
Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight

[Gangsta Boo]
If you bitches ain't scared put a bitch right to the floor
Tell her she belong below under shoes where roaches go
Hoe I'm ready if you ready tell me what you wanna do
To the lovely Gangsta Boo, buck as fuck I thought you knew
Put my sign up in ya face
Leave ya stape without a trace
You ain't buck 'cause bitch I saw ya stankin' ass yesterday
Talk ya ? hoe ya ? 'cause I'm comin' in the crowd boy
With niggas and I'm out slammin' bitches to the ground

[Lord Infamous]
I see ya from the stage ya angry face is fighting in the corner
Full of marijuana niggas in the middle in a trauma
While they throwin 'bo's they snatchin' hoes that stuck in a coma
Any thick lil' fine bitch come on through a nigga all up on her
Some trick done got mad and ran to the wagon and grabbed a 12 gauge pump
Probably full of that numby numb that coke and rum and getting dumb
Cars are barrelin' through the nigga shootin' runnin to the Rover
Niggas catchin the heat from slugs
Negroes gettin trampled over

[Hook x 2]

[Juicy J]
Now I got you bitches hot
Platinum out and on the spot
Mad becuase they take your cell
So they stop at slangin rocks
Bring yo ass to North Memphis
Killas hang and niggas pimpin
Playas on them cards flippin
Choppin dope up in the kitchen
And I always keep it real
Way before a record deal
So my nigga don't hate on me 'cause Juicy J be gettin his bills
Clean that mug from off ya face unless you want a casket case
Nigga fuck what you end, who you clean, and fuck ya friend

[DJ Paul]
Nigga you claimin set, throwin', showin' signs
You ain't no one look inside your face is plain as day
Another hoe is showin'
Bitch I'm down with the same game you claim but I will fuck you up
Hoe it ain't the same off in them flames I don't give a fuck
Put some in your liver you so ? in the studio
Nigga all but the liver watch you run like bitch was stealers that I let you
know
Packing automatics full of that static that you stressin' for
Actin' like you want some but it seems you scared to go

[Hook]

[Koopsta Knicca]
Hey don't call me for sweet songs
Ain't no ?
Ain't no funky smilin' faces
Ain't no grins up on this man
It's the ? that keeps me cool
Social security breaking news
Shit could fight up all night with mo henny wait that's how I (breath)
Do you feel it? Is it rare?
Smack that bitch up with that chair
When you see me over there
Raise your hands up in the air
'Cause bitch this ain't no Rosewood
Nigga take another round
Slipped up, chopped up, fucked, lights out

[Crunchy Black]
Claim where I claim, hang where I hang
Burn where I burn, nigga ain't no thing
Do what I do, hanging with my crew
(What, what, what, what) nigga I thought you knew
Ain't no hood, throwin our sets
Me fucking more nigga no disrespect
Get out our way, gun will spray
Easy come nigga anyday

[Hook until fade]

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]

[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]

[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 !

[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]

Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate

Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate

I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest
Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X
Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up
In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts
Bitch where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in'
Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin'
Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life

Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around
Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro
Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow
If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed

*They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya
Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest
No understandin', Projects the greedy, ya could be next
I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ???
No hesitatin', I come out buckin' so watch the nine
Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness I know you straight
I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate

Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air
Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player
I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers
Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares
I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair
All in my bizness, God is my witness I don't even care
Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah

* Repeat

Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin'
Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bitches than London got bridges
Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well
Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it
Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders

My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends
He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane
And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga
Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up

* Repeat

(Till fade)
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown

(Gangsta Boo)
You be lying to you boys like you got a long pipe
Had me screaming last night man dude you outta sight
I don't give a fuck about you; you know I am for real
And you just know how I feel you can fuck me on da pill
Nigga let me hit you weed satisfaction guarantee
You can call me crazy lady took that nigga for his weed
Please listen to da truth lovely lady gangsta boo
Understand this shit been nasty trick on fools
You and nothing to me I'm a fucking O.G.
I can recognize a groupie when I see him in front of me
While you lying on you dick I think that shit is childish
I don't mine if you bust a nut you deserved it
All dat shit dat you be doing trying to bust me wide open
Eat my pussy nigga you know I got to have that tongue in motion
Tell them niggas if I came I came all in ya mouth
While you lying like you really fuck motherfucking brains out

(Hook: repeat 2X)
Why you lying to you boys telling them you slanging pipe
You didn't even make me cum I faked it last night
Talking all dat bull bought you didn't cum and shit
Bitch I don't give a fuck I got my nut ya boy did

(DJ Paul)
And dat sound cool and dat maybe
But I don't give a fuck I represent da CP
And give a damn about a dry pussy bitch that can't fuck
You shoulda concentrate dat made ya wanna sip nut
I didn't hear no complaining when this thuggin was bagging
I was nice on this one when I was hitting it son
I paint you face like KISS with this nut when its runs out
I fuck wit guns cause I heard you was a set up
That's why I came so quick cause I was trying to get the fuck up
Not in ya face not in way up outta ya place
and never heard from again like Mase okay

(Hook)

Why you lying to you boys telling them you slangin pipe
You didn't even make me cum I faked it last night
Talking all dat bull bought you didn't cum and shit
Bitch I don't give a fuck I got my nut ya boy did

(Juice)
Mayne!!!! I can't I'm up in dis joint wit Gangsta Boo. I'm so Hi!
Boogaloo! I'm so hi. Purple!! Purple!! Mayne! I'm so hi!
Good shit Gangsta Boo.
The Juice always blown out on dat fire shit
I'm gettin high den a motherfucker. Damn!

(Gangsta Boo)
Some dumb boys be killin me
Actin like dey want me pounds
I be lookin for the fires
We will not come in ya town
Gansta Boo the scandalous
That's been so freaky when she hi
Oops I ain't go lie, bump and smoke until the day I die
Ridin in the Chevy and you know I'm smokin ink mayne
Got the bongs mayne
Limo tinted for you hataz mayne
Crusin through my hood
Im hot as fuck, my life is on suspension
I don't give a fuck
Im constantly gotta smoke one bitch
As I come up on the spot to eat and sleep and do it all again
Gansta at it again, clean as fuck I'm rollin twenty-twens
Call my nigga dank to see if he know where some hydro at
When I go get dank I got the glock nine and a vest
Rollin through the projects lookin for dat nigga wit dat dope
Fiendin like a junkie thinkin "damn a playa gotta smoke"
Actin like you ballin when you only sellin nicks and dimes
Shit dis habit of mine
Got me clickin when I'm on the ground

(Chorus 4x)
Mask 2 my fuckin face I'm fiendin to increase my high
Eye balls is like red as hell dese bitches better recognize
(could dat fuckin fuckin ink conservin deal dats some shit)

(Gangsta boo)
So I got dis ghetty green
Look here nigga I'm a star
Bout to hit the corner and rap
Stoned and get leaf cigar
I don't smoke on seeds
But not to dis
the ones unfortunate
If you need me, hook up wit me, I'll smoke you to death
All my niggas on dat good dope, If you hi just clap yo hands
All my niggas on dat good dope, if you hi just clap yo hands
Take a trip to Amsterdam
Smoke a blunt wit lady man
Always chiefin gotta wake up wit a blunt up in my hand
It be funny how you dig
Cuz you got green and me and you be friends
If I let you smoke wit me, you lucky I'm a keep it real
I don't give a fuck about a beg or tryin to smoke my weed
If you got some money you need to put half on dis fuckin green
Don't play wit the muthafuckin funky dont play
Smokin on some hay
Once again hid in the black Hay (haven)
Actin like you ballin when you only sellin nicks and dimes
Shit dis habit of mine
Got me clickin when I'm on the ground

Chorus til end

(Verse 1)
If you buck then say so, push a nigga off
With the quickness of my glock fo sheezy, blast a nigga off!
Smoke you like you dro', fuck a sissy hoe, since you wanted to know
Gangsta Boo ain't scared of you, I'll walk up to yo' fucking do'
Na- Na- Na- Na- Na, you can't touch me silly trick
What's the business bitch? I'm the lady of this Memphis shit
Yes I got the hollow words, secret follow words, where the dollar words
Crazy lady yeah, millionaires, sporting Cartiers
Why don't you come around here, let me put you on some fuckin game
You bitches be lame, dope game, my game hoe!
Yes you, yes you bought, fuck what you haters be thinking or saying
Yes you, yes you bought my CD anyway
I'm a come on out, gold and diamonds in my fucking mouth
What you talking 'bout? So so scandalous stay representin the South
Riding on them thangs, tryna dodge you player haters man
I'm a stay the same, fuck whoever talking 'bout I done changed

(Chorus: 4X)
I be at the same block, same hood
Same house, same sto', same folks
Looking good bitch, I ain't changed hoe!

(Verse 2)
Can I ask you something, what you bitches tryna prove?
Acting like you buck, when really you look like a damn fool
See me in the streets, you try to chief, and smoke all your weed
I don't want that babby-jazzy shit, I don't speak seeds
Nigga, nigga please I'm Miss Pimpin-Villain Gangsta Boo
Fuckin with my niggas, paper chasing tryna get this loot
I ain't tryna take no shit, or be labled as a duck
Never will I go out like that, you got me fucked up!
You bitches be talking that shit, do you think that you can handle me?
Raised in B.H.Z., slash North Memphis Tennessee
I don't think so, go and call yo' mother fucking crew
I know where yo' mama stay, I'll send a bullet straight through
Staying high, oh so, oh so high, I'm quick to lose my temper
Bitch, smack you, stomp you down bitch, it be that simple
You know that I be riding in fast cars, quick to hit the strip bar
Sippin on some syrup (sippin on some si-zzurp)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Nigga come and take a ride, what you bitches know about?
Fuck you bitches, stick a mother fucking gun in yo' mouth
Hoes be hating cuz I made it rich, "oohhh...lucky bitch!"
Been down and for years, I still remain untouchable bitch!
Always be the one mean-mugging me, you groupie hoe
Then after the show, you be the one on the flo'
Why you mad at me cuz i chose to, chose to keep it real?
Bitch get bout yo' cheese, stay about yo' hustle only for real
Niggas wanna fuck when they see me on the B.E.T.
Riding in my truck, I pop a flick up in the DVD
Balling through Black Haven, deep as hell in that Suburban man
You silly ass bitches, you wish you could see the shit that I be seeing man
Still I stay the same, ghetto diva known as Gangsta Boo
Undergroundin' clownin', upside downin', bitch I thought you knew
Catch me on my corner burner undershirt, some heat
If you got some questions, catch me in the mother-fucking streets (Bee-yotch!)

(Repeat Chorus to end)

(Chorus 4x)
They don't love me
I don't love them
Well they say fuck me
Nigga I say fuck them

(Gangsta Boo)
See the main reason why I step my foot up in this shit
Crazy lady as a baby had the dreams to making it rich
As I get it, niggas get it, roadies get it what the fuck it on
Bhz my home
never leaver it step to me you gone
coughing, puffing, cheifing for my niggas locked in 201
bumping, crunking, funking on my tongue has got me num'e num
If you want to hate on lady look
into the fucking book
Book of muthafuckers just like you
with out shit to do
Bitch i'm gonna keep it how I keep it underdigging me
It ain't what you think I will catch you in the fucking streets
If I gonna to fuck I'm gonna fuck thats if you talking pay
Prada oh my goda on my shopping list a tenzu day
A celebrity ghetto from the dirty south
Sexy brown skin with the wetness no doubt
I'ma get my money hoe
fuck that shit u saying hoe
fuck that shit u saying hoe
I'ma get my money hoe

(Chorus 4x)
They don't love me
I don't love them
Well they say fuck me
Nigga I say fuck them

(Gangsta Boo)
You can catch me at a game I'm watching Kobe miss his fucking shot
2-way jumping nigga block to block like I be slanging rocks
Pimpin woman mixed with villian memphis queen of set it off
Call it how you see it and I only fuck top nizotch
Niggas, money, bitches whats the bizness it does not matter to me
I devote the bizness put the fire to the gasoline
You hoes see the lugar hanging drive by on your fucking street
You hoes be the bodies droping since you trying to play with me
If you hear I'm chillin then it's heavy understand me dog
Never plan to fall got my back agaisnt the fucking wall
watch out for you fake ass in my fucking way
I can stare a faker in the face and play the same fake game
Nigga I'ma pro and I don't take no shit and that's fa sho
Anything the lady cannot do I let you niggas know
slient night a deadly night so fuck it I'ma grab my glock
walk up to your house knock up on your door and blowed your ass off

(Chorus 4x)
They don't love me
I don't love them
Well they say fuck me
Nigga I say fuck them

[DJ Paul]
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the b-ball piece, when you see this nigga
You know what I'm sayin', I want y'all to whoop his bitch ass
Man you know what I'm sayin, beat his motha fuckin ass
To the ground like a motherfucker man fuck this bitch ass

[Juicy J]
See this how ass kickin' get down, your boys get
(Beat down!)
Your bitches get
(Beat down!)
Your brothers get
(Beat down!)
Your mothers get
(Beat down!)
Your cousins get
(Beat down!)
And any nigga that try to clown we leavin' em on the ground
'Cuz we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up, and after that
Them signs is gettin' thrown up, I'm answer to the right
I'm answer to the left, we snatchin' your chain and check
Your pockets 'till nothin' left

[Crunchy Black]
I'm a crunk this nigga though, treat 'em like a hoe
Ask these lil' bitches what the fuck they hittin' for
Crunchy ain't a hoe, and Crunchy can't go, and
Crunchy ain't a nigga that you wanna fuck with low
If you didn't know, then nigga you can know, then meet me
Down foo in the middle of the floor, I'ma break it down slow
And fill you up with dro, and smoke a little that 'till I
Can't smoke no more

I'm gon' whoop this nigga
I'm gon' whoop this nigga
I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy
I'm gon' call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy

[Chorus]
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor

[Lord Infamous]
You don't know what just happened
You suffering from a fracture
You rebel let me catch you, I'll beat you belly bastard
You have a bad concussion, from tripple six bone rushin'
You all beat up and busted, you shouldn't have pressed that button
You all bloody and bumy, you yellin' for you mommy
And people think its funny, quit tryin' to out run me
Your eyes are blue and black and, your clothes are ripped and tackin'
You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn't have wore that jacket
'Cuz I wreck it, smith and west and my weapon, we steppin'
To let the still meet your chest and, don't play with these killers
They come from those parts, the north where niggaz be pullin'
The whole cart, so mista big playa mista big time playa
You got the shit on lock why you on my dick
Like a bitch walkin' around like you stone high
Hollow tip bullets don't die, nigga they multiply

I'm gon' whoop this nigga
I'm gon' whoop this nigga
I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy
I'm gon' call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy

[Chorus]

[Juicy J talking]
Mane check this shit out we was up in Chicago right
With my nigga big hamp, you know what I' saying?
The nigga pass me a blunt
Like smoke this shit nigga this some bin laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this shit down south
What the fuck is bin laden weed its three different
Kinds of weed all grown together that shit some straight killer
Them Chicago niggaz named that shit bin laden mane some straight fie

[chorus 4x's]
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby brown
Who got that laden weed

[DJ Paul]
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang around my hoe
Sometimes I feel like I got to get high to hang round niggaz I know
I sped it up on weed I slowed it down on snow
Cause I seen somany niggaz fall off that blow
One day they got it all and aint got shit to show
So I came to my natures I had to cut that hoe
So know I'm feeling happy I'm on that binny bin laden
And niggaz is acting like they don't know what the fuck just happened
My vision getting blurry I'm about to fall asleep
Or am I dying I need to eat cause this some poutin weed
My life start flashing like holograms like right in front
Of my own face I never felt this way on one blunt
I see my son gaining life and my dad losing his
And old girlfriends and niggaz I shouldn't hung with
The picture starting to fade its getting hard to breath
I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve

[Chorus 4x's]

[Juicy J]
Well since I'm on bin laden let me tell you a story
Bout these three pussy rappers who couldn't do nothing for me
Gave a whole lot of cheese said I fucked him his shit
Smoked a whole lot of weed so he seem to forget
Who bought trunks and you cars gave you bitches and hoes
Who told you ass to take a bath when you thought you was raw
Mane I tell you he a killer when we talk on the phone
When you see him face to face he'll leave you alone
That's why I'm smoking on this fucking bin laden
All my niggaz in the hood they got it
Take one little puff you a addict
Take a gun to the head means tragic
Boy I tell you like this we can smoke it anywhere
In front of police station with a six pack of beer
Seven a.m. in the morning just watching people stare
Let 'em point them damn fingers say they wild over there

[Chorus 4x's]

[Lord Infamous]
Ey ey its glowing like its indigo I smell it through the bag
I'm floating like a magic carpet straight from bagdad
From my brains from my blood from my lungs from the dutches
Cant just let this reefer just escape from my a conscious
Cause its the substance I'm loving I'm buzzing
Smoking like a narven huffing and puffing
Came from the Indonesia, Colombian or kaliman
Or its by the welfare straight from the taliban

[Crunchy black]
Do you remember me from smoking good weed
Break it down roll it up give it the indo need
Do you remember me from no sticks no seeds
Or you remember me from putting you on this laden weed
Get yo funds together and come go and see
I'm gone take you on the strip where bin laden be
This one blunt action you'll have to smoke and see
Have you choking, falling out with your family

[Chorus 4x's]

[DJ Paul]
The most dangerous posse song ever
It's going down, Hypnotize Camp Posse
You did this nigga, shit talkin
You wanna talk about something nigga
Talk about how many hoes, clothes and bank rolls we got
Who we got in here: Juicy J, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Crunchy Black
Lord Infamous and me DJ Paul the King of Memphis

[Juicy J]
Nigga we some maniacs, fuckin up our brainiacs
Breakin down some dope, wit a razor boy remember that
Crop a mix with Smilax
Take a gun and cock it back
Now I'm bout to blow my brains out cause I dont give a shit
Hope you give a nigga reason to want ya
The bigger gun the better
The more shit you talk, the more blood the sweata'
The plane crashes, the devil, the anthrax, the letters
Forgot about the peddlers, we still in it together

[Crunchy Black]
Let me introduce myself, my fuckin nigga
I'ma be the one to pull that fuckin trigga
I'ma be the one thats sent to fuckin getcha
You better watch out cause ill paint a picture
A pretty little picture now how a nigga getcha
Lock you in the trunk and take care of my business
Paul and Juicy sent me so you know its big business
C.B. nigga aint leavin no witness

[DJ Paul]
Yeah, make me a believer nigga
Make some shit this bumpin you fuckin wannabes, Lord roll!

[Lord Infamous]
I am the predator you are the prey
You play the target, Lord play the gage
You play bitches and I mack hoes
You run from niggaz, I find the snub nose
I come from 3 6 picture platinum clique
And you cant sell three copies of your shit
You smoke garbage weed, and cheap packs a blow
You own a vehicle, pick up the Scarecrow

[Frayser Boy]
Frayser Boy, cockin toy, yall dont wanna fuck with me
Infared got ya scared, in protective custody
The Unbreakables, the most hateable, the unescapeables
Time to bust a nigga head, we arent hesitateable
Ya chest pumped out, mouth talking that shit
Im from the Bay, ima show you how a nigga beat a bitch
Time to damage shit, no understandin this, you know you scandalous
HCP blowin your lights out like a candle bitch

[Lil Wyte]
Well I'm about to rich rip a hole in the industry
Holdin my energy
Wasnt about to let it but you had to come testin me
Givin you one warning change your name before I get your crunk
Lyrically copyrighted all my shit and plus ill fuck you up
You dont want to have to cross the path a killers when you on the streets
HCP got WYT to the E and thats just how it be
Quit ya muthafuckin hatin playin all your petty games
If you wanted to ride my nuts that bad you shouldve asked me man

[DJ Paul]
Danger
You muthafuckas wanted a war bitch then ima bring it on
Catch you in these fuckin streets boy and ima point the chrome
Put you in the fuckin car hoe, and we gon take you home
To hell with all that cryin now nigga we gonna get it on
Beat you with that yawk dead center across your damn dome
The way you ran your mouth, you shouldve known to have the fuckin tone
Beggin from beginning, man winnin cause our camp is strong
The same way your skull started dentin cause we beat it long
You niggaz swear you have the right plan but you had the wrong mans
Tryin to build a clique like the hypnotize camp
Im knowin it wouldnt work so I just sit back
And watch how the trains just runs off the track
Cause it be to many loses, to many boses
Too many niggaz thats wantin they own office
You niggaz gotta realize who got the city owned
Three Six fuckin Mafia not these damn hoes

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me
If I would let her shoot, she'll count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin money cause this honey is good

[Juicy J]
I need a down ass chick, thatll roll wit the clique
For the dope sale, bank robbin, cock it back and buck up on a bitch
Kidnap vamp, leave a busters body, in a ditch
Take the charge for you, always drinking liquor
Stayin lit, when we in the bed, baby girl can ride
Like a champ, give a playa head, lickin on my thang
Like a stamp, if I had that I wouldnt trade anything
For her she my main girl, main dog, thats my name, Paul

[DJ Paul]
Now I can't say that I love her, but I got some love for her
She showed me, she was bout a haul before I really knowed her
I schooled her bout them glocks, I schooled her bout them rocks
I told her how to hold a spot when I was off the block
She kept it hot, as soon as I stepped in the house she had my money spot
Plus a dro blunt rolled up with a syrup lollipop
The hood tried to holler everyday but it ain't nothin
She down with the King but I still love a ghetto ass chick

[Chorus]

[Crunchy Black]
This one here for the old lady but not dissin this time
This for when you took the charge when I commited the crime
I was out there super high playin mister crash dummy
You put up all my money, didn't take nothing from me
Always found your boy a lawyer when I caught me a case
Paid all my fines and kept up with my court dates
And even though I gave you hell with all these other lil broads
You always came and made my bail when I broke the law
The only one thats reliable the one thats dependable
Keep you by my side these other fools is suspendable
I ain't forgot when I was out there hurt for some cash
You never mind takin your last, on out the stash
Always tried to give me the last up out your purse
Always tried to get my ass to go on and go to church
I couldnt pay you back even if I had to
Hard on these fools but I'll never be to hard on you

[Chorus - 2X]

Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch!
Let's start a motherfucking riot in this hoe!
[Repeat 4x]

[Verse One: DJ Paul]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, fucker, yeah
You got to be the weakest hoe in the world
You move all the way to Memphis from [gunshots] (Atlanta)
'Cause you were scared like a little girl
Little sorry broke bitch ass nigga
You ran your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggaz
You landed in the "M" and saw your life was in ruins
By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing?
I thought you we really quick to kick some ass down here
Memphis, Tenn. I'll take the base out of it and say so clear
Then you move back to [gunshots] (Atlanta) and got your shot up
While you were driving you living a life of hell
I guess you wanted to be so much like your favorite rapper
That you even try to die like your favorite rapper
At ninety pounds you're too small
Look all the trouble you found
You've done fuck around and find yourself under the ground
I wanted to get in that ass so I invite you to a show
But you's a ho because your ass didn't show you ain't buck bitch!

[Chorus 4x]

[Verse Two: Lord Infamous]
This right here won't stay quiet
It might strike up a riot
Everytime we bump this shit somebody up in here die
The dangerous Hypnotize is from the deadliest Minds
We are the rowdiest of hypnotists out here you will find
You better fuck with your kind
You do not want none of mine
We're the funkiest, bumpiest out on the grind
This is one your sitting in your junk get ya crunk
We're the specialist Triple six out on the funk
So hit the floor and give

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

[Juicy J]
Now I ain't Don Juan with the magic wand wand
but I can break a bitch for the cheese and the funds
I don't have to use a gun or even make the hoe cum
if a nigga go to jail then a bitch make bond
while you shakin that ass in the shake john john
I be sittin in the back rollin big blunt blunts
let me know when you off to collect my money
If a nigga can't get it then a nigga will hunt
Cause playas like me don't see nothing funny
bitch better have my motherfucking money
black eyes and bruisin up a face I den done it
to let her know these bonified pimps who run it
She make a G a night but she told me 200
but that's what I get fuckin wit a snow bunny
I told her like this ask that nigga you be callin
police found a body that very next morning

[Chorus (2x)]

[Pimp C]
Smoking on the dro Young R-uin
pimpin for my paper and I'm looking for the chewin'
bitch I got to do what the fuck I got to do
sippin' pop pills smoke good and bank spru'
stupid pussy niggaz acting all brand new
when they get some money that's what fool boys do
I ride in the side get high in the side
grip on the granny get plenty good miles
from them deep suckin' hoes with a mouth full of gold
she playin with her nose but she suck a mean hose
I can't even lie like a ghetto ass bitch
is down for her daddy aint scared to break a trick
a yellow ass, switchin' fast, suckin' while a pristic ass
in the six, breakin' bricks, ballin' in the fucking mix
Pimp C, bitch you can't act like you don't know
get down on your knees like a top notch hoe...hoe...hoe...hoe

[Chorus (2x)]

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

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

[Chorus (2x)]

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

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

The money I made didn't change me, nigga it changed you
I stayed the same through my wealth, but take a look at you
Back in the days I went to school wit ya, too cool wit ya
But seems like now I can't fool wit ya

[DJ Paul]
Back in the days I went to school wit ya (Ya hear me)
Like blood brothers I was cool wit ya (Ya feel me)
I remember times I carried tools wit ya (I clapped)
But now days I can't fool wit ya (I swear)
You said I started to act funny (I can't see it)
Since I made me some money (You believe it)
It wasnt no problem when I gave it to you (I know)
But since I quit I'm in the wrong to you (Thats low)
It ain't my fault that I kept chasin my dreams
You claimed you couldnt see the woods, because of too many trees (You dummy)
And dispite impossibilities (You know)
I turned to all impossibilities (For sho')
But that ain't keepin it real in yo mind (I see)
I gotta feed yo family and mine (Nigga please)
I hate so bad that can't keep pleasin (Keep Samplin)
I guess everything happens for a reason (Shit happens)

[Chorus]

[Chrunchy Black]
I can't call you everyday, I got studio and shows
You always want some money but ain't never wrote no flows
You think I gotta put you in all our videos
And every time I buy something you want some C notes
You think you outta quit your job and come and work for me
So you can sit on your ass and get paid for free
So if you sit down and give this shit a little thought
You the one thats actin funny so I cut your water off

[Juicy J]
Some people hate that Project Pat and Juicy J on the spot
We pay cash for our cars that we push off the lot
Back in

[Lil Wyte]
Ya this Lil Wyte layin' it down for that ACP
We 'bout to throw these boys in a motherfuckin mosh pit
For those of y'all who don't know what a mosh pit is
It's just a bunch of drunk, ignorant motherfuckers
gettin' the shit whooped out of 'em to some music, you know what I'm sayin?

[Hook: repeat 2X]
Throw 'em in the mosh pit!
Stomp 'em in the mosh pit!
Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit!

[Juicy J]
Its the Juice, up in the club
So raise your set high in the air and show me love
We drinkin' beer, we smokin' pere
Its just alive and three 6 mafia in your ear
We sippin' syrup, you might get hurt
We snatchin' bitches beatin' 'em down in the dirt
We dumpin' fur, we throwin' chairs
So if you scary get your ass up out of here

[DJ Paul]
Now show them golds, and swing them bows
Take your shirt off and commence to whippin' hoes
We got that danger, built for a stranger
Your boys scared to fuck with us but I don't blame 'em
They swingin' knives, they poppin' guns
Roll with them punches motherfucker don't run
Swing back (swing back!), pop back (pop back!)
Clear the room motherfucker like click click (boom!)

[Hook 4X]

[Josey Scott]
Here I come, an only son
I'm goin' straight out the ghetto to number one
I'm gettin' higher, I'm on fire!
So all you haters better get ready to retire
I'm on the scene, I keep it mean
I went from having no chedder to bling bling
I got some ice, I'm never nice
And I'm a killer so don't make me say it twice
Straight out of Memphis, can I get a witness?
And I be lookin for the chickens with the thickness
I'm here forever, any kind of weather
You say you don't take advice you fuckin' better
My anger swellin', my hate it dwellin'
I might be naughty or nice there ain't no tellin'
My mind trash, I'm about to blast
Not even a hero can save your fuckin' ass!

[Hook 2X]

[Lil Wyte]
See the Lil Wyte, I'm from the bay
I do not play, you best of prayed
This is my time, I'm 'bout to blind
I'm smokin' pine, I am so high
I'm 'bout to ride, best not collide
'Cuz if I see you I'm creepin' up from behind
You better hide, you on my side
You in my hood and I know I'm up in your mind
I'll break it down, just like a pound
Of some of the prettiest gally that you done found
I am the man, you are a lame
I'll fuck you up worst than the effect of a plane
This is the real, don't like the feel?
Then get back off in the kitchen where you can chill
I roll with killers, and drug dealers
And all the others I kick it with 'bout their scriller
Throw 'em in the mosh pit!

[Chris Steve talking]
Yo this is Chris Steve from Saliva comin' at you
I'm bumpin' this Unbreakables motherfucker
You can't even get with this shit
You can't handle it
You can't even fuckin taste this motherfucker
You know what, 'cuz this dick is in your god damn mouth bitch!
Fuckin' dirtiest of the dirty motherfuckin' south comin' at you