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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
[Dj Paul:] Three Six Mafia, you scared 2003 six is goin down
[Intro] You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys [rpt 2x] [Dj Paul] Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up Means I bees the first up on the block I guess to rack it up Pocket full of stones oh boy I gotta track it up Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me wanna keep it up Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough Wishin I could rob me a bank but I ain't theif enough I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough That is bout the time I get my back then I need it up Time to find another boy time I gettin a rita [Chorus] I think I got them scared I think that they scared of me I think you bitch you scared I think that they scared of me I think I got them scared I think that they scared of me Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys [rpt 2x] [Juicy J] Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock Stand infront of your house I'm bout to buck you cowards on the spot Heard you talkin loud at the tuff I guess to gang your pops Man this ain't no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off Pass me the gun I take the handle then saw it off Bust in the bank and make you faint before I knock it off Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law I see them fuzz I see we won cause I won it all So fucken scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh But we don't care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall Buckin you blastin you watch you splatter on the fucken wall [rpt chorus] [Lord Infamous] Creepin carefully through the street because it very real in the field Ain't no love for pity ain't nobody cut you no deal Everyone I know they do whatever just to get a meal Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal Careful of the company you keep everyone a treal Cause when robbas mobbas double jaw just to bust appeal You got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field Guess what I don't hang around the brothas so so mass a gil [Crunchy Black] Crunchy Black in this bitch I'm bout to bring the pain Ain't no gang in my slang do you understand Mess with me then your messin with the grownest man Where I'm from from the slum niggaz shootin a thang On the run now you see me in the papers man They was tryin to stop a nigga from doin his thang Cant ya mug is the song that I'm singin man Hypnotize got me gold diggin for the chain [rpt chorus] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
[Dj Paul:] Three Six Mafia, you scared 2003 six is goin down
[Intro] You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys [rpt 2x] [Dj Paul] Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up Means I bees the first up on the block I guess to rack it up Pocket full of stones oh boy I gotta track it up Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me wanna keep it up Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough Wishin I could rob me a bank but I ain't theif enough I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough That is bout the time I get my back then I need it up Time to find another boy time I gettin a rita [Chorus] I think I got them scared I think that they scared of me I think you bitch you scared I think that they scared of me I think I got them scared I think that they scared of me Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys [rpt 2x] [Juicy J] Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock Stand infront of your house I'm bout to buck you cowards on the spot Heard you talkin loud at the tuff I guess to gang your pops Man this ain't no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off Pass me the gun I take the handle then saw it off Bust in the bank and make you faint before I knock it off Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law I see them fuzz I see we won cause I won it all So fucken scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh But we don't care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall Buckin you blastin you watch you splatter on the fucken wall [rpt chorus] [Lord Infamous] Creepin carefully through the street because it very real in the field Ain't no love for pity ain't nobody cut you no deal Everyone I know they do whatever just to get a meal Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal Careful of the company you keep everyone a treal Cause when robbas mobbas double jaw just to bust appeal You got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field Guess what I don't hang around the brothas so so mass a gil [Crunchy Black] Crunchy Black in this bitch I'm bout to bring the pain Ain't no gang in my slang do you understand Mess with me then your messin with the grownest man Where I'm from from the slum niggaz shootin a thang On the run now you see me in the papers man They was tryin to stop a nigga from doin his thang Cant ya mug is the song that I'm singin man Hypnotize got me gold diggin for the chain [rpt chorus] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys [rpt 2x] [Dj Paul] Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up Means I bees the first up on the block I guess to rack it up Pocket full of stones oh boy I gotta track it up Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me wanna keep it up Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough Wishin I could rob me a bank but I ain't theif enough I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough That is bout the time I get my back then I need it up Time to find another boy time I gettin a rita [Chorus] I think I got them scared I think that they scared of me I think you bitch you scared I think that they scared of me I think I got them scared I think that they scared of me Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys [rpt 2x] [Juicy J] Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock Stand |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
[Chorus]
WOLF, WOLF! All you want, run your mouth in the street But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me I don't give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me [Verse One: Lord Infamous] Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped If crunk was a .44 this be the pump Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump 'Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump So rush them to the left, push them to the right Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads Rush 'em up, push 'em grab 'em and slam 'em Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer! Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch We ain't satisfied 'till a nigga leave paralyzed Underground out warning out it's the Hypnotized Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage! [Chorus - 2X] [Verse Two: Juicy "J"] ["North, North" repeated through the entire verse] What the fuss about? Is it cause a nigga got dough? What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes? Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back" If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad If I get your brains blow out, then they crying TV's as they bump off in the rear, then they dying I close a lot of doors I pimp a lot of whores I fuck your main gal and she's down on all four I'm straight from the North I'm down to the core It's in my fucking veins, and it sweating out my pores [Chorus - 2X] [Verse Three: Dj Paul] They never take me alive, I'm getting high with my .45 Stash in my ride, watching haters in they eyes I rather go in a blaze then be taken by some bitches I seem I'm doing better since I got away from snitches I'm the rawest, quick the break the lamest Really all they saw is how quick I broke his rawest Your dog DJ Paul AKA the K.O.'Em (Memphis) Slap naggers in they mouth cause they act like women We out the fucking frizame, we're off the fucking chizain I keeps me a tone, don't you dare step to me mane I lives in the south where them thugs outta control You look off in they mouth you see a whole lotta gold I love to load clips, I love to shoot guns I love to load bullets in they back when they run These niggaz talk shit around they click just for fun But see 'em in the streets the motherfuckers play dumb, nigga! [Chorus - 2X] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
All you want, run your mouth in the street
But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me I don't give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me [Verse One: Lord Infamous] Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped If crunk was a .44 this be the pump Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump 'Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump So rush them to the left, push them to the right Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads Rush 'em up, push 'em grab 'em and slam 'em Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer! Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch We ain't satisfied 'till a nigga leave paralyzed Underground out warning out it's the Hypnotized Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage! [Chorus - 2X] [Verse Two: Juicy "J"] ["North, North" repeated through the entire verse] What the fuss about? Is it cause a nigga got dough? What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes? Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back" If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad If I get your brains blow out, then they crying TV's as th |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
WOLF, WOLF! All you want, run your mouth in the street But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me I don't give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me [Verse One: Lord Infamous] Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped If crunk was a .44 this be the pump Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump 'Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump So rush them to the left, push them to the right Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads Rush 'em up, push 'em grab 'em and slam 'em Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer! Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch We ain't satisfied 'till a nigga leave paralyzed Underground out warning out it's the Hypnotized Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage! [Chorus - 2X] [Verse Two: Juicy "J"] ["North, North" repeated through the entire verse] What the fuss about? Is it cause a nigga got dough? What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes? Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back" If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad If I get your brains blow out, then they crying TV's as th |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
We Some north side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some south side niggaz and we runnin this shit We some east side niggaz and we runnin this shit We some west side niggaz and we runnin this shit We some north side niggaz and we runnin this shit We some south side niggaz and we runnin this shit We some east side niggaz and we runnin this shit We some west side niggaz and we runnin this shit [DJ Paul] I'm from that Memphis 10 Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that ATL hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that DC Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from That Clevland Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that nashville Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Jackson 10 Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Shi Town Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Richland VA Who gives a f**k where you from Now you don't want no drama boy cause we the drama kings And you don't want no anna boy cause we the anna kings Dont even talk about guns cause we quick to sling And when it comes to beef boy we some burger kings Catch you with the small 22. that I had in my bouge Had that other hand had pulled first but you was scared to shoot Three 6 Mafia for 12 years We've been getting it crunk The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck [Lil Wyte] I'm from the bay I thrown them bows Who gives a f**k where you from F**k you to I be the motherf**ker totin the gun With automatic triggers Chrome handles Red lights to keep you sighted My shit on the rising I'm combining platinum with some diamonds Keep the room rotating like spinners to get you out your seat sensation or vibration as soon as you hear the f**kin beat Its the ones you love to hate same ones you intimidate bring it to the f**kin floor I might respect your f**king state [bitch] I'm from that Birmingham Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Corpres Cristy Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Miami Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Harlem Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Brooklin Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that BX Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Queens Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Statin Island Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from Raise Your Thugs Up [Juicy J] North North Three 6 Mafia Three 6 Mafia Runnin thangs drankin with the drama king Swingin from the left to the right on that purple lean If you got a choppa in your hand than pop that Rob on these cowards tell them D-Boys to drop that Show up at your house disrespecting like a f**king trick Go and get your hood little scary we can handle this Like I told you boys juicy j is on that M-Town Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound [Frayser Boy] I'm rolling with the Three 6 let em peep this Make the heat spit Leave em speechless You don't won't no beef trick If its ana that you want ana what you get Frayser Boy catch me in that bay and don't you forget Reppin where you comming from Make you duck and run Heckteck when them bullits come They miss you then you lucky son All I do is Raise our thug Know we gon be click tight Aint no understandin when we come Best to get right boy I'm from that Dallas Tx Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Bay Area Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Denver Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Oklahoma City Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Albsany Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Gary Indiana Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Indianapolis Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Milwalkee Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from [Cruncky Black] I deep in in I represent It [east side hoe] For yall hataz that hate to get with me Yal dont want ot go to war now Yall dont want to go against hypnotize now We been taking care of our f**king buisness So your hoes might as well get wicked If you want to swing them thangs then hit me Got them hypnotize soldiers with me [Lord Infamas] In case you havent heard we won the championship And if you say three six aint it you will get smacked in the lip Now don't nothin stop Infamous from getting stoned For the rest of the days I take this dro to the dome Know that your jumpin all around if your bumping this World domination couse when the smoke clears The Unbreakables will come to hit you in yo ear [in yo ear] I'm from that Missassippi Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Carlina Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Michigan Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Caltimore Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Kentucky Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Minnesota Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that California Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Arizona Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that St Luis Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Orlando Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Lil Rock Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that New Orleans Hoe Who gives a f**k where you from I'm from that Houston Bitch Who gives a f**k where you from |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
When I Pull Up At The Club Lyrics
Does it real good Does it real good [Chorus: x2] Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin so clean Seventy seven Cut Dog painted lime green Today I'm married and my wife don't play If ya want-if you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay [DJ Paul] Can it be Rolls that pull all these hoes Or could it be my Cadillac wit 20-inch Vogues Can it be my mansion in Memphis jacuzzi Or could it be my crib in Florida on the beach Can it be the ten million records that I sold Or can it be the first one that ever go gold Whatever it be like y'all jaw cause I don't stop Continuously to make a ho draws drop, yeah [Juicy J] I used to always wonder why my girls have fits When I walk up out the mall they be lookin at me pissed Maybe just becuz I ball ridin eight or nine whips And my name is Juicy J and I ain't payin no bitch When I was broke as a joke they didn't wanna get wit me Till I bought a Maybach now they all wanna lick me Wit a Playboy mansion downtown in the city And the hoes lined up like ninety centy pennies [Chorus: x2] [Paul Wall] I got the candy drippin' stains off the frame when I'm switchin' lanes I'm in the slab glass house swangin' grippin' grain They tellin' me I'm the mane stangin' licks to make a gain Livin' life in the fast lane gettin' money I can't complain These boppers see me ridin' swangin' wanna taste the fame But you gotta break that bread wit me baby I'm married to the game I fell in love wit stackin' change I'm addicted to countin' cash I ain't worried bout naan ho I ain't concerned wit naan ass I'm bout that dollar get it right I'm not out here lookin' for a wife I'm out here on that top flight on the grind all day and night I'm a baller I'm a pimp I'm a thug and I'm a hustler If you want some of this lovin' break bread girl you a customer [Chorus: x2] [Crunchy Blac] See she's a freak ho let me tell you all a-bout it I met her in the Valley and the valley ain't Cali She tried to act shy but I knew she was bout it Hotter than a summer day when it ain't cloudy She say she want cheese but that's no doubt it She just another ho I'ma hit then I'm out it I'm just like Jody out the back door see Hidin' my face cause her old man know me [Chorus: x4] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North" Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be Handle that shit [Project Pat] Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt Saw my victim caught me one slippin' On the side of the club takin' a pissin' No mask on face I didn't really need it He can be damn fool and he'll get heated Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar No one saw me made clean getaway That means that I still live to get paid Late night, all night jackin on the spizot Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot [Hook: Crunchy Black - repeat 2X] (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks up A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope A nigga gotta try something [Juicy "J"] I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head Told the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the news nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube most w |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
[Project Pat - on the phone]
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North" Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be Handle that shit [Project Pat] Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt Saw my victim caught me one slippin' On the side of the club takin' a pissin' No mask on face I didn't really need it He can be damn fool and he'll get heated Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar No one saw me made clean getaway That means that I still live to get paid Late night, all night jackin on the spizot Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot [Hook: Crunchy Black - repeat 2X] (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks up A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope A nigga gotta try something [Juicy "J"] I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head Told the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the news nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube most wanted for a felony I should have stayed in class I was a stupid as nigga I didn't even wear a mask [DJ Paul] I guess you know by now the BHZ do not play My pussy valley are down and gonna spray They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes and have you runnin round like college girls exposed My Tulane niggaz you knowin' they stayin' strapped beside DJ Paul they put The Haven on the Map But it's too many hoods in The Haven to claim so we gon all bring guns we gon' all bring pain. [Hook x2 (Crunchy Black)] [Crunchy Black] You can do what ya do to keep ya ass in it's CB and mane I ain't playin Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin right hand I'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandin me muthafuckin money out ya fuckin pockets give me them rings and that fuckin' watch n you betta listen up before I start poppin it's me again I'm constantly robbin [Lord Infamous] Slap on his block wit the glock and lock'em down to the rocks fiendin' for his knot in his pocket strip him down his socks, grab and feel this 44 hopin' steam right off this scope and I let him smoke If I go in ya pockets and ya broke ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my hood on ya twankies now ya gotta drop off them bitches and that ring on ya pankies either ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a buck shot shower |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North" Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be Handle that shit [Project Pat] Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt Saw my victim caught me one slippin' On the side of the club takin' a pissin' No mask on face I didn't really need it He can be damn fool and he'll get heated Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar No one saw me made clean getaway That means that I still live to get paid Late night, all night jackin on the spizot Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot [Hook: Crunchy Black - repeat 2X] (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks up A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope A nigga gotta try something [Juicy "J"] I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head Told the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the news nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube most w |
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from Three 6 Mafia - When The Smoke Clears (2000)
[Serv-on]
Boy,I think this the second time you done passed up this sign you goin'the wrong way main. [Fiend] Slow ya role, slow ya role,ya know what im saying? Look,we about to go I 255,(yeah) straight up to Memphis.(ya show) See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya see what I'm saying? What you gone do? [Fiend] Bitch,you can picture the pain,I rip you in vain While the young soldiers whisper my name I'm dealing the caine,sippin' on crown, smokin' that Jane Open the brain,let that shit inject, you think that I'm playin' Don't make me get at your kin fo those that can't Either you die slow,ride slow, cause Fiend about to show How not only God knows, these niggas our hoes,my stock broke So we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats Buckin the clip at the 5and 0 ,allow smoke Dosha go straight to my lungs I see WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this Got wit you F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6 Talk it like I bring I feel you need this,deep shit Sleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches,it's all on you Like that lil nigga B.G. cd volume 2 I throw hallows threw ,what you use to swallow and chew, 'bout what ya gone do? [Lord Infamous] Infamous I'm leavin brain dust I'll indanger you lamers like strangers I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a Banger I either put you in a cross,or I pull the Moss I'm runnin threw so logs, tring to blow ya leg off I put some shit up in the line that'll blow ya mind It's like some Colt 45, does it every time,nigga get my rhymes [Chorus: Fiend] If I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it [2x's] [Serv-on] Act like you know me when I say Im head thug on your block Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo spot Tell your self you ain't scared when I run in your shit I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch Apollogize when I pass by bootin my grill 3rd World I represent it Blood City fo real Foreget yo know me when I pistol whip you and yo click No limit riders, Tre 6, yall aint runnin like this [DJ Paul] Now whats the fuck the use of holdin a gun and playin wit you hoes I'm bout to shut down yo heart thats how the story goes These boys think cause we some CEO's, we must be some hoes Its consequences and reprecusions fuckin wit pros Thiese bitches hot cause its hypnotized and no limit We off the wham but only real niggas all up in it I tell you what Serv kill the head of yo click And I bet all them hoes quit talkin shit [Chorus 2x's] [Juicy J] I never ran up yo a trunk Blastin on a fuckin punk Toxicated, high, or drunk Try and grab the closest pump Never flodged on how I lived Fight a nigga over a bitch Playa Im just callin pimp Always keep a cigarette lit Never walked up in the club Dissin niggas wit a mug Always keep my owm sack Never wanted to hit your bud Independant on you hoes Makin more than selling dope If you wanna hate the click Nigga I make your body froze [Serv-on] Close yo eyes ? Mouth full its a south thang thuging like that You say you know Im in North Memphis pushin that drill Tearin clubs up in South Memphis and Smokey City Say your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo chest Dont play no games boy, Im kinda wild wit that tech Pretend you death when I scream what city you clame Fuck around wit me I seperate your body from your name [La Chat] Lay down bitch ,La Chat and I ain't playing no games bucking you hoes,my mado keep my distance from lames My 45 be on my side and I be ready to ride We catch you slipin you be missin have you barried alive My niggas downdown we got that anna that you bitches dont won't Step to me wrong Paul,Juicy,Pat,La Chat be strapped wit them pumps Now how you figure when you fuck up that we gone let you live We kill your ass then set a randsome fo your guts that we spill!!!!! [Chorus] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - When The Smoke Clears (2000)
[Talking]
Hey we gonna do a song called Tongue Ring Let me feel your Tongue Ring, is it rusty, hahaha [Chorus One: D.J. Paul] Let me feel your tongue ring, let me feel Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring, let me feel Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring [Juicy 'J'] Me and my niggas try yo' bitch Stole the price and stang yo' bitch All you did was take a shot And ball the fist to close the fist Kiss it at the mall to mill Hold the hands and love the shit Hope you ain't no essency Don't you know she used to trick Open the door to pop the crespt To take your time to fucking sex I never would a will a swept Knowing she'd be chewing paint All my boys the more the better Not a week but when you met her Spits the swallow while she asks Thats as if you gon' eat me now [D.J. Paul] Now nigga (nigga) what ? What the fuck ? Im all about them freaky hoes That like to suck Them brawls wit' them booty blowin' Now thats the bidness I let this kinda camera for show Be my witness Them boys wit the can't block it Get them round Wit' them boys that can't rock it Drink some crown wit it Niggas wit some videos Or some college hoes That playin' hard to get But they the freakiest (freakiest) [Chorus Two: DJ Paul] Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring [Gangsta Boo] I be fucking this nigga Straight corruping this nigga Pussy wet as a river You need a boat for me nigga I be hot as a fire Oh my God I'm on fire I be tellin' these boys I do my thang when I'm higher Come on baby just lay down Or to bed with me baby I be triple the playin' The triple pleasure im sayin' I be comin' with cha' If your freaky like me If your freaky, im sneaky Hey undercover watch me Strawberries and ice Not the ice on yo' wrist Got yo' niggas dick brick See me rubbin' my clit (rubbin' rubbin' my clit) Suckin' (suckin') my tits Camcorder got me staring high In my first click I be major with mine, I don't fuck all the time I don't need you, please believe me Nigga only when I'm in the mood for a quick A quick ride on the dick Through a razor in my mouth Straight slicin' yo' shit NIGGA !!! [Repeat Chorus 2] [Chrunchy Black] Dis' Bitch, dat ho (ho) Let me see you pussy ho Soakin' fuckin' wet Nigga tryin' to play some fat Oldy, freaky, hood rat type of ho Nigga don't you know all hoes ? Go easy Fuckin' cum easy Fuckin' go see me Nigga fuckin' ho bout' a train bro' All nigga, all boy, take off yo' fuckin' hat Let these ho put cap in yo lap (jack) [Lord Infamous] Fornified pleasure girl Lickin' every measure girl Tryin' to find a tresure girl Nigga it's whatever girl Bitch i'll take you round' the world Lick ya dick, a talk ya twirl All to know ya' toes will curl And then your dick will start to hurl Talk like I fuck her in da butt Nigga it ain't hard to cut Wait untill she sittin' up Just waitin' to lick a nigga nuts Quickly gettin' naked Skinny dick, she'll strecth it Pussy stayin' wet, and she loves when niggas rake it [Koopsta Knicca] So did it bitches Pretty bitches Freaky bitches I've had those sticky bitches Grand there thin, all on the flow wit' bitches Them goin' bitches Hoein bitches Blowin' bitches Mad at the stoned up bitches Flowin' bitches Some sort of rollin' bitches Scary bitches Plenty bitches Hairy bitches Even the smelly bitches Ready bitches Beat up the deadly bitches Say what ? To tear up the ugly bitches bout' the news Koopsta my bloodshed bullsucker Bitch you gon' feel the nooooise ! |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Hits (2005)
[Talking]
Hey we gonna do a song called Tongue Ring Let me feel your Tongue Ring, is it rusty, hahaha [Chorus One: D.J. Paul] Let me feel your tongue ring, let me feel Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring, let me feel Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring [Juicy 'J'] Me and my niggas try yo' bitch Stole the price and stang yo' bitch All you did was take a shot And ball the fist to close the fist Kiss it at the mall to mill Hold the hands and love the shit Hope you ain't no essency Don't you know she used to trick Open the door to pop the crespt To take your time to fucking sex I never would a will a swept Knowing she'd be chewing paint All my boys the more the better Not a week but when you met her Spits the swallow while she asks Thats as if you gon' eat me now [D.J. Paul] Now nigga (nigga) what ? What the fuck ? Im all about them freaky hoes That like to suck Them brawls wit' them booty blowin' Now thats the bidness I let this kinda camera for show Be my witness Them boys wit the can't block it Get them round Wit' them boys that can't rock it Drink some crown wit it Niggas wit some videos Or some college hoes That playin' hard to get But they the freakiest (freakiest) [Chorus Two: DJ Paul] Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel your tongue ring Let me feel, let me feel, let me feel your tongue ring [Gangsta Boo] I be fucking this nigga Straight corruping this nigga Pussy wet as a river You need a boat for me nigga I be hot as a fire Oh my God I'm on fire I be tellin' these boys I do my thang when I'm higher Come on baby just lay down Or to bed with me baby I be triple the playin' The triple pleasure im sayin' I be comin' with cha' If your freaky like me If your freaky, im sneaky Hey undercover watch me Strawberries and ice Not the ice on yo' wrist Got yo' niggas dick brick See me rubbin' my clit (rubbin' rubbin' my clit) Suckin' (suckin') my tits Camcorder got me staring high In my first click I be major with mine, I don't fuck all the time I don't need you, please believe me Nigga only when I'm in the mood for a quick A quick ride on the dick Through a razor in my mouth Straight slicin' yo' shit NIGGA !!! [Repeat Chorus 2] [Chrunchy Black] Dis' Bitch, dat ho (ho) Let me see you pussy ho Soakin' fuckin' wet Nigga tryin' to play some fat Oldy, freaky, hood rat type of ho Nigga don't you know all hoes ? Go easy Fuckin' cum easy Fuckin' go see me Nigga fuckin' ho bout' a train bro' All nigga, all boy, take off yo' fuckin' hat Let these ho put cap in yo lap (jack) [Lord Infamous] Fornified pleasure girl Lickin' every measure girl Tryin' to find a tresure girl Nigga it's whatever girl Bitch i'll take you round' the world Lick ya dick, a talk ya twirl All to know ya' toes will curl And then your dick will start to hurl Talk like I fuck her in da butt Nigga it ain't hard to cut Wait untill she sittin' up Just waitin' to lick a nigga nuts Quickly gettin' naked Skinny dick, she'll strecth it Pussy stayin' wet, and she loves when niggas rake it [Koopsta Knicca] So did it bitches Pretty bitches Freaky bitches I've had those sticky bitches Grand there thin, all on the flow wit' bitches Them goin' bitches Hoein bitches Blowin' bitches Mad at the stoned up bitches Flowin' bitches Some sort of rollin' bitches Scary bitches Plenty bitches Hairy bitches Even the smelly bitches Ready bitches Beat up the deadly bitches Say what ? To tear up the ugly bitches bout' the news Koopsta my bloodshed bullsucker Bitch you gon' feel the nooooise ! |
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from Exit Wounds (엑시트 운즈) [ost] (2001)
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 |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds - they're asking if you have any leads or any information about where these rappers may be Please contact 528-CASH [Hook: Juicy "J" - repeat 2X] Yo mami an yo pops man they 'bout to find yo body The snitcher and the cops man they 'bout to find yo body The ambulance and morgue man they 'bout to find yo body Lay out on the floor man they 'bout to find yo body [Crunchy Black] One, two, here I come foo Three, four, kickin' in the door Five, six, rob a nigga quick Seven, eight, get away straight Throughts cut guns shot, wounds broke bones Plagues diseases warclones and ozones Playa depleting, go a heating, west now Everynight on the news under the murder trails [Project Pat] He grew up as a rowdy motha fucka, he didn't give a shit Give my black ski mask and gun and a doh to kick Grown watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin You know Project Pat is there your nigga down to make some fizz [DJ Paul] From the uterus to the funerals I'ma keep my crown Bitch I ain't from England But my money still come in pounds Lost a couple of members for the better Still we hold it down, meet up on the Bees on the ground from a .40 round put 'em down [Hook 2x] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers
formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds - they're asking if you have any leads or any information about where these rappers may be Please contact 528-CASH [Hook: Juicy "J" - repeat 2X] Yo mami an yo pops man they 'bout to find yo body The snitcher and the cops man they 'bout to find yo body The ambulance and morgue man they 'bout to find yo body Lay out on the floor man they 'bout to find yo body [Crunchy Black] One, two, here I come foo Three, four, kickin' in the door Five, six, rob a nigga quick Seven, eight, get away straight Throughts cut guns shot, wounds broke bones Plagues diseases warclones and ozones Playa depleting, go a heating, west now Everynight on the news under the murder trails [Project Pat] He grew up as a rowdy motha fucka, he didn't give a shit Give my black ski mask and gun and a doh to kick Grown watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin You know Project Pat is there your nigga down to make some fizz [DJ Paul] From the uterus to the funerals I'ma keep my crown Bitch I ain't from England But my money still come in pounds Lost a couple of members for the better Still we hold it down, meet up on the Bees on the ground from a .40 round put 'em down [Hook 2x] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers
formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds - they're asking if you have any leads or any information about where these rappers may be Please contact 528-CASH [Hook: Juicy "J" - repeat 2X] Yo mami an yo pops man they 'bout to find yo body The snitcher and the cops man they 'bout to find yo body The ambulance and morgue man they 'bout to find yo body Lay out on the floor man they 'bout to find yo body [Crunchy Black] One, two, here I come foo Three, four, kickin' in the door Five, six, rob a nigga quick Seven, eight, get away straight Throughts cut guns shot, wounds broke bones Plagues diseases warclones and ozones Playa depleting, go a heating, west now Everynight on the news under the murder trails [Project Pat] He grew up as a rowdy motha fucka, he didn't give a shit Give my black ski mask and gun and a doh to kick Grown watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin You know Project Pat is there your nigga down to make some fizz [DJ Paul] From the uterus to the funerals I'ma keep my crown Bitch I ain't from England But my money still come in pounds Lost a couple of members for the better Still we hold it down, meet up on the Bees on the ground from a .40 round put 'em down [Hook 2x] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
[DJ Paul Talking]
[Verse 1: DJ Paul] I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it But yall ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic glocks And please don't try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis) H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you That ain't what they really mean The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement Nigga [Chorus: DJ Paul] Why yall Test My Gangsta These bitches Test My Gangsta [Repeat 8x] Cuz it's on now Nigga yeah it's on now [Repeat 4x] [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun Blow out ya lungs Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son When you see me coming, better run for fucking cover bum (BLITE!) AK, SK, .44, Tre-8 This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat And ya on the ground bro', with your fuckin' shirt soaked Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a nigga out his clothes Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe So if you think ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and test the waters You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed [Chorus] [Verse 3: Crunchy Black] Why you niggaz wanna test my gangsta? Don't make a nigga run up and shank ya Or put some cement in yo shit and sank ya Or make you shoot yourself and then I'm thankin' ya Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya cuz Get nothing from me, but gangsta love No testin' me my nigga, have you laying in blood Or dig you a grave, cut ya bitch ass up [Verse 4: Juicy-J] (Yeah Hoe!) [repeated throw the verse] You niggaz be trying to test, I ain't no slouch I squeeze my fuckin' fist, my nig', I break the law I call out a hit my nig', I make the fall The handle with the bloody trig', is all they saw 'Fo yo ugly face was down, on the ground A barrel pointed at your frown, with hollow rounds I bet ya wanna run and shit, it's too late now You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown Bitch! [Chorus] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it But yall ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic glocks And please don't try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis) H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you That ain't what they really mean The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement Nigga [Chorus: DJ Paul] Why yall Test My Gangsta These bitches Test My Gangsta [Repeat 8x] Cuz it's on now Nigga yeah it's on now [Repeat 4x] [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millim |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it But yall ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic glocks And please don't try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis) H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you That ain't what they really mean The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement Nigga [Chorus: DJ Paul] Why yall Test My Gangsta These bitches Test My Gangsta [Repeat 8x] Cuz it's on now Nigga yeah it's on now [Repeat 4x] [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millim |
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from Three 6 Mafia - When The Smoke Clears (2000)
[Chours: Lord Infamous]
Break bre break bre breakout the dollar and take a bump Pick out the seeds and spit the blunt If you wanna get numb froze and slump If you got what I want won't you give me some [Juicy "J"] How high can you get on that ?frendly fruit?(frendly fruit?) How high can you get sippin gin and juice?(gin and juice) How high can you get sittin next to me?(next to me) How high can you get on that XTC ? (XTC) How high can you get on the ball of snow?(ball of snow) How high can you get wit a Optimo?(optimo) How high can you get in a bathroom?(bathroom) How high can you get in a class room?(classroom) [DJ Paul] Now how high can you get when you fuck with that 6 Now how high can you get if you take a lil hit Now how high can you get if you snort a lil bit Bout as high as you was before you started lil bitch Now how high can you get if you stomp the whole gram I could answer that question you'll be as high as I am Now how high can you get if you of a couple my tail A designated driver need it cause you goin to jail dont play [Chorus 2x] [Gangsta Boo] Uh, The old Gangsta Boo would run up in yo house (for real) Blackhaven style put the glock up to ya mouth (klack klack) I'm trippin like this is an anna song Crunchy Crazy Azz gotcha trippin on this weed bong [Cruncy Blac] Uh , Uh, Uh, You could trust me sell you straight weed or some straight P Lately I've Just been me nigga me nigga hate me I be smokin on the fuckin bud nigga lately Now y'all gonna hate up on a thug [Gangsta Boo] Yo yo yo Yeah for real you be high like that, snortin up the powder pack , pure white funky town take me where the chronic at Tightcamafiacup? filled with hennessy and sprite for all night hit me up 404 yeah right [Crunchy Blac] uh uh uh Nigga lately on ya fuckin P milli me it be dank weed Nigga cant you see cant you see i be stumbilin thumbilin in the fuckin street I be crumbilin crumblin down the fuckin weed nigga dank weed [Chorus till fade] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
I keep purple stuff all in ma cup
84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) On a Sunday afternoon You can see it in ma eyes That I been cheifin like an indian Playa this tha shit Ridin down to a park strip Hollerin' at a bitch Put ya foot on the brakes Ta hit tha gas and make it flick En watch the ho start lookin' But they can't see up in ma tint 'cause there's a playa inside this motha fucker Ridin in the back seat So before you wanna get up in ma whip You gotta suck meat she got me leanin to the right She got me leanin to the left I dun sipped so much syrup Mane I think I need some help You get three fuckin hoes And a 2 liter of playa Then you betta go get you a freaky lil girl You ask her, do she smoke weed And tha bitch holla yeah She pulled out some cigars And some weed wit purple hiar Then ma kinfo call Say that he had purple drank Then I turned that fuckin corner Headin to that purple drank I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) I got them 28's on tha chevy sittin so high Them plastic cups in tha cup holda gettin dry And before I see tha bottom ima holla at LL 'cause that means I needa a are E F I L L On tha bottom ta top nothin but that dick I got a thick bitch playin with ma dick And she dun got hit and she curious She lookin at ma dolla wantin ta take a hit You know I'm passin it Long as she actin right If she get done though Ima smack tha daylight Clean her out tha hole Kick her out tha door Call up get high and cris Go en get some mo I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
[Chorus]
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 1 - Juicy J] Call me the juice and you know Imma stunt Ride in the car with some bump in the trunk Tone in my lap and you know it's the pump Breakin down the good weed rollin the blunt Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the man Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chains Ridin through the hood got me grippin the grain And I'm sippin the same while I'm changin the lanes Eyes real tight cuz I'm chokin the creep Vision messed up cuz I'm drinkin the lean Messing with D boys riding them big toys Make your main gal wanna get on my team She gotta give it up before she get in my car I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star Cuz when I'm in the club I be back in the far in the VIP part everybody in the bar [Verse 2 - DJ Paul] DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust You leave your green around me Nigga your green gonna get lit up You leave your drink around me Believe your drink gonna get drunk up You leave your girl around me And she bet she gonna get stuffed These niggas is spies we living it live keep them nice tires Ridin around what they like Make a couple of nuns a couple of dimes Its purple purp purple purp purple and swallow it down with the yurple yip yurple yip yurples its goin down! [Chorus] I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I [Verse 3 - Young Buck] Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt Let's get high nigga smoke us one Car pull out the phantom Niggas can't stand it but them hoes gon' come out Just really wanna smoke my weed Fuck these hoes and stack my cheese Stop at the light and pause on 3 Hit the mall and it be all on me But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po Close the window when I roll the indo Know they mad cuz I roll the benzo It's that purple not pretendo Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks So when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key I just might not bring my own Cuz them niggas still let me smoke for free [Verse 4 - Crunchy Black] Whats up mary! how you doin? Mary jane stanky nigga Since I have met you girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain) You stole my heart (You stole my heart) Right from the start (Right from the start) So I broke you down lil mama put you in a gar (in a gar) [Chorus] [Verse 5 - 8Ball] Front row full of that dro Leave the club full of rolls 8 mo Yo girlfriend wanna ride with me In the car wit a pimp where she supposed ta be You aint met no dudes spittin cold as me With a bag of kush that cost six-fifty Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller Coughin and choking constantly Tastes like fruit when you hit it Gotta have bread to get it Smoke all night, sleep all day That to me the American way Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that shit out slow Then pass it to me bro [Verse 6 - MJG] MJ gonna sprinkle in some of that super incredible Have a nigga runnin back Where the nigga really good sticky number at Cuttin through the cigarillo like a lumberjack In the morning what I need is to breath again a whole lot of weed But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don't give a fuck We must represent this Tennessee We drink a whole lot of Hennessey Nigga got a little hair on his chest And we be like Bill Clinton girl take it out ya mouth We'll shoot it down right on yo chest [Fade Out...] I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I!! |
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from Three 6 Mafia - When The Smoke Clears (2000)
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
[Repeat 8x] [Pimp C] I'm trill working the wheel, a pimp not a simp Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargaining You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shit You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us I got the wet promenthazine, thick orange and yellow tuss Hydrocor-zone, on the hands-free phone The '84 zone, on them blades, 20-inch chrome If you got 16, you can get a biz-zerd I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp [DJ Paul] Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it Some niggas they joan it joan it, but I be fucked up up on it We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitch Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass And plus there's some type of nigga Dick hard all night and she cool with that She popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice And just when you thought she was freakin' she done got super loose Niggas come in by threes and deuces all in circles like duck-duck-goose All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit 40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus Tuss and X is how its pronounced Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man I'm bout all out Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip [Repeat 4x] [Juicy J] People always asking me, "Me the Three 6 high on that" Rolling on them X pills, stuttering pup-pup powder packs Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need that Nyquil will slow me down, something that keep me easy Nothing like that yella yella that will have you itching man Talking like you "What's up, fool?" Vocal chords sounding lame In my days all we did was chief out on a quarter pound Gone on coke, eyes are bucked, this here shit will knock you down Knock you out, make you fall asleep when you're on them wheels Ain't no doubt, hit me when I beep for this refill Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that drank Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint [Bun B] Nigga tell me what you know bout Frank, Nito and Young Guido Paul and Vito, we play a tune it sweeter than Pedito With my Three 6 nigga pouring up in my southern creedo Quick fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Vito Cause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a Zanger You ain't from the manger boy, but you gets the middle finger Come bang her, rum dranker, occaisionally take Your bitch to the Telly and be a dick and cum slanger When Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarm Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm And that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitches Something that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom And for the most I'm steady sippin' on some sizzerp Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip [Repeat til fade] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Hits (2005)
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip
[Repeat 8x] [Pimp C] I'm trill working the wheel, a pimp not a simp Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinchin' and bargaining You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shit You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us I got the wet promenthazine, thick orange and yellow tuss Hydrocor-zone, on the hands-free phone The '84 zone, on them blades, 20-inch chrome If you got 16, you can get a biz-zerd I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp [DJ Paul] Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it Some niggas they joan it joan it, but I be fucked up up on it We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitch Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass And plus there's some type of nigga Dick hard all night and she cool with that She popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice And just when you thought she was freakin' she done got super loose Niggas come in by threes and deuces all in circles like duck-duck-goose All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit 40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus Tuss and X is how its pronounced Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man I'm bout all out Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip [Repeat 4x] [Juicy J] People always asking me, "Me the Three 6 high on that" Rolling on them X pills, stuttering pup-pup powder packs Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need that Nyquil will slow me down, something that keep me easy Nothing like that yella yella that will have you itching man Talking like you "What's up, fool?" Vocal chords sounding lame In my days all we did was chief out on a quarter pound Gone on coke, eyes are bucked, this here shit will knock you down Knock you out, make you fall asleep when you're on them wheels Ain't no doubt, hit me when I beep for this refill Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that drank Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint [Bun B] Nigga tell me what you know bout Frank, Nito and Young Guido Paul and Vito, we play a tune it sweeter than Pedito With my Three 6 nigga pouring up in my southern creedo Quick fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Vito Cause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a Zanger You ain't from the manger boy, but you gets the middle finger Come bang her, rum dranker, occaisionally take Your bitch to the Telly and be a dick and cum slanger When Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarm Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm And that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitches Something that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom And for the most I'm steady sippin' on some sizzerp Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip [Repeat til fade] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
<i>[DJ Paul]</i>
Yeah... This a dance song for all my niggaz in the club that don't dance... Just be in the back arms folded... Blunt in the mouth... Cap pulled down just scoping everything KnowhatI'msayin? Just in the cut... Watching you haters With a tone on em... <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scoping I'm just Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twisting my body from side 2 side I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scoping I'm just Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twisting my body from side 2 side <i>[DJ Paul]</i> See ho I don't dance (dance) In the city where I'm from I wear the pants (wear the pants) These bitches think they cool (cool) I got the dick so I make the rules (make the rules) I drive a big ol' car (big ol' car) I love a bitch with a big ol' bra (big ol' bra) She love sucking up cum (cum) I think I'mma give her some (some) These niggaz in here think I'm a ho (I'm a ho) Cause I'm quiet and ain't on the dance flo (dance flo) But if one of 'em try me (try me) I'mma be the new ink in his diary (diary) I bet my click thicker than his (his) We gon leave him on the floor in tears (tears) Plus I got a big tone (tone) Y'all suckaz betta leave me alone (leave me alone) <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> <i>[Crunchy Blac]</i> I'm in the club I'm posted up A nigga talk shit so talk up If you a thug then get buck Motherfucker it's whatever with me cause I act a fool I act a clown See I can dance lil buddy I get down You hear my music you know my style You hear the way Hypnotize put it down BITCH! <i>[Juicy J]</i> I thought you knew I was the mane (mane) D-boy off the chain (chain) Gon walk up to a girl tell a bitch I'm Rick James (James) Wit the diamonds in my rang (rang) and gold point fangs (fangs) And you know I'm hood rich means I got a lil change (change) Wit my thugs from the North cause I know they got my back Looking for some chickens that can work it on the track I'm just tryna get a mill I ain't tryna be a mack Posted up in the club wit a pocket full of crack <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> <i>[music to fade]</i> |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
<i>[DJ Paul]</i>
Yeah... This a dance song for all my niggaz in the club that don't dance... Just be in the back arms folded... Blunt in the mouth... Cap pulled down just scoping everything KnowhatI'msayin? Just in the cut... Watching you haters With a tone on em... <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scoping I'm just Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twisting my body from side 2 side I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scoping I'm just Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twisting my body from side 2 side <i>[DJ Paul]</i> See ho I don't dance (dance) In the city where I'm from I wear the pants (wear the pants) These bitches think they cool (cool) I got the dick so I make the rules (make the rules) I drive a big ol' car (big ol' car) I love a bitch with a big ol' bra (big ol' bra) She love sucking up cum (cum) I think I'mma give her some (some) These niggaz in here think I'm a ho (I'm a ho) Cause I'm quiet and ain't on the dance flo (dance flo) But if one of 'em try me (try me) I'mma be the new ink in his diary (diary) I bet my click thicker than his (his) We gon leave him on the floor in tears (tears) Plus I got a big tone (tone) Y'all suckaz betta leave me alone (leave me alone) <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> <i>[Crunchy Blac]</i> I'm in the club I'm posted up A nigga talk shit so talk up If you a thug then get buck Motherfucker it's whatever with me cause I act a fool I act a clown See I can dance lil buddy I get down You hear my music you know my style You hear the way Hypnotize put it down BITCH! <i>[Juicy J]</i> I thought you knew I was the mane (mane) D-boy off the chain (chain) Gon walk up to a girl tell a bitch I'm Rick James (James) Wit the diamonds in my rang (rang) and gold point fangs (fangs) And you know I'm hood rich means I got a lil change (change) Wit my thugs from the North cause I know they got my back Looking for some chickens that can work it on the track I'm just tryna get a mill I ain't tryna be a mack Posted up in the club wit a pocket full of crack <i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> <i>[music to fade]</i> |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
[Chorus]
I like the way she shake dat jelly, jelly, jelly jelly, jelly, jelly; jelly, jelly, jelly I like the way she work dat jelly, jelly, jelly jelly, jelly, jelly; jelly, jelly, jelly Where my double Ds at? Where my D cups at? Where my B cups at? Where my C cups at? Where my double Ds at? Where my D cups at? Where my B cups at? Where my C cups at? [Juicy J] Lil' mama so fine dancin' with them big titties Every nigga wanna save her, every nigga wanna hit it I'ma take her to the movies, I'ma buy her popcorn I'ma rub on her booty, I'ma try to pop on Why you tryin' to act stuck up? Thats fucked up mane I'ma tell ya shut the fuck up, or what's up mane Ain't the kind that like to show out, like I got cash I'm the kind that'll step up, and smack that ass She like to move that body, she can groove that body She the finest motherfucker I done seen in the party I don't know if she got weed, but it's cool with me I can tell she real ghetto and I love a freak Probably got a boyfriend, spendin' all his dough Why he standin' at the bar, she be on the floor I'ma go and make my move, I got nothin' to lose Cause I'm a pimp tight nigga from my head to my shoes Yeah [Chorus] [DJ Paul] Seein' some big thangs, layin' all in my frames I think I'll leave with two cause this clubs off the chain Where my double Ds at? Where my double Ds at? Where my bad bitches with the nice Bs and Cs at? You better believe that If you really bout some business let me squeeze that Your pussy print fat, I'll like to see my dick in that In and out, in and out, up and down, up and down Let me dig in that, dig that [Lord Infamous] You're so explicit when you're licking with your lipstick on my dick (dick) I sit back watching you rubbin' your fingers through your clit (clit) I really wanna rip this little nasty broad apart (part) On ecstasy she talkin', sexin' me, my dick on hard (hard) Me and C already zooted when we walked up in the place (place) Bitches running up in bunches bending over in our face (face) And we always going to go at three or four, to the more Get them full of blow, make them them touch their toes, fuck them in the throat [Crunchy Blac] I like when hos shake that ass I like when hos love to make cash I like when hos put it on your ass I like when hos take me to your stash So don't you get mad, when she bring that All that cash, that she grab from your ass, maggot ass I rob with a ho, and sell her bitch ass [Chorus] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
[Chorus]
I like the way she shake dat jelly, jelly, jelly jelly, jelly, jelly; jelly, jelly, jelly I like the way she work dat jelly, jelly, jelly jelly, jelly, jelly; jelly, jelly, jelly Where my double Ds at? Where my D cups at? Where my B cups at? Where my C cups at? Where my double Ds at? Where my D cups at? Where my B cups at? Where my C cups at? [Juicy J] Lil' mama so fine dancin' with them big titties Every nigga wanna save her, every nigga wanna hit it I'ma take her to the movies, I'ma buy her popcorn I'ma rub on her booty, I'ma try to pop on Why you tryin' to act stuck up? Thats fucked up mane I'ma tell ya shut the fuck up, or what's up mane Ain't the kind that like to show out, like I got cash I'm the kind that'll step up, and smack that ass She like to move that body, she can groove that body She the finest motherfucker I done seen in the party I don't know if she got weed, but it's cool with me I can tell she real ghetto and I love a freak Probably got a boyfriend, spendin' all his dough Why he standin' at the bar, she be on the floor I'ma go and make my move, I got nothin' to lose Cause I'm a pimp tight nigga from my head to my shoes Yeah [Chorus] [DJ Paul] Seein' some big thangs, layin' all in my frames I think I'll leave with two cause this clubs off the chain Where my double Ds at? Where my double Ds at? Where my bad bitches with the nice Bs and Cs at? You better believe that If you really bout some business let me squeeze that Your pussy print fat, I'll like to see my dick in that In and out, in and out, up and down, up and down Let me dig in that, dig |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
I like the way she shake dat jelly, jelly, jelly jelly, jelly, jelly; jelly, jelly, jelly I like the way she work dat jelly, jelly, jelly jelly, jelly, jelly; jelly, jelly, jelly Where my double Ds at? Where my D cups at? Where my B cups at? Where my C cups at? Where my double Ds at? Where my D cups at? Where my B cups at? Where my C cups at? [Juicy J] Lil' mama so fine dancin' with them big titties Every nigga wanna save her, every nigga wanna hit it I'ma take her to the movies, I'ma buy her popcorn I'ma rub on her booty, I'ma try to pop on Why you tryin' to act stuck up? Thats fucked up mane I'ma tell ya shut the fuck up, or what's up mane Ain't the kind that like to show out, like I got cash I'm the kind that'll step up, and smack that ass She like to move that body, she can groove that body She the finest motherfucker I done seen in the party I don't know if she got weed, but it's cool with me I can tell she real ghetto and I love a freak Probably got a boyfriend, spendin' all his dough Why he standin' at the bar, she be on the floor I'ma go and make my move, I got nothin' to lose Cause I'm a pimp tight nigga from my head to my shoes Yeah [Chorus] [DJ Paul] Seein' some big thangs, layin' all in my frames I think I'll leave with two cause this clubs off the chain Where my double Ds at? Where my double Ds at? Where my bad bitches with the nice Bs and Cs at? You better believe that If you really bout some business let me squeeze that Your pussy print fat, I'll like to see my dick in that In and out, in and out, up and down, up and down Let me dig in that, dig |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
<i>[Juicy J]</i>
Let me chirp these fools Juice got weed Juice got pills Juice got the work on the corner cutting deals Juice know you haters out there snitching ain't for real So Juice got some gang niggas down for the kill Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field We never had a job but we sitting on a mill We ball out in the club wit our niggas staying trill We never wrote a check just them big face bills A player drinking Makers Marka, cranberry vodka Wearing a mink coat thats furry as Chewbacca I saw ya main girl and a player had to stop her Her name wasn't Silkk but her face was The Shocker The feds taking pictures of us balling but I got 'em A 7 footer hole for his body we gonna drop 'em We always on the grind we be watching when they watching And when they turn they back its the clucka-clucka-rock 'em yeah! <i>[Chorus - Project Pat x2]</i> If you boys got beef we can (roll wit it) In the club or the street we can (go wit it) It don't make me none (blow for blow wit it} Crack his head wit a gun (I'ma sho split it) <i>[DJ Paul]</i> We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests Them three fifty seven titanium Smith-N-Wess And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust You gonna have hell if you fuck wit us and thats whats up The whole club we maintain These hydrashock bullets mushroom in ya brain We in bed with the med we give 'em something to do Cause clown ass niggas love to act a fool <i>[Crunchy Blac]</i> My hood is real nigga my hood ain't fake My hood is home nigga everything straight My hood will rob you with mask on they face My hood will do it to put food on they plate My hood ain't tame dog they wanna jump fool My hood they hang together they all jump you And if you don't believe me then come to my hood And you will see that it ain't all good <i>[Chorus - Project Pat x2]</i> <i>[Music to fade]</i> |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
[DJ Paul]
This for all my players out there ridin'... spinners I don't care where you at, the club parking lot The express way, whatever What I want you to do right now is just STOP And let em' keep spinnin' man [Hook 2X] I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners I'm rolin' [DJ Paul] Pedal to the metal then STOP, [Brakes] Take another sip from the syrup then STOP [Brakes] Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP [Brakes] See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP [Brakes] My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they got asthma Older people trippin' cause they think they seein' thangs My car sittin' still but my rims still rolin' man, they off the chain [Juicy J] Everybody let ya spinwheels spin like a spinmill Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville See them thangs shinin' sparkin' like a diamond Bumpin' the Alpi-ne, why you's a lyin' Eyes like a Chinese, I'm drinkin' on the Heiny I'm ridin' on the strip, any party you can find me You rollin' with the finest, the North Memphis highness You ball till ya fall, till a player aged ninety [Hook 2X] [Lil' Flip] I got twenty inch spinners on my drop [Brakes] Nothin' but white and yellow rocks in my watch [Brakes] I'm doin' one-fifty so I'm watchin' for the cops [Brakes] Since I'm in the Lamborghini I ain't gon' stop [Brakes] I'm packin' a glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust And down here we drink purple (And we drink that Tuss) So grab a cup Juice so I can pour ir up And if you represent yo hood, go on throw it up It's the L-I-L F-L-I-P If I ain't smokin' trees, I'm pokin' freaks So throw the row of keys and let me roll Cause this the way we ball, I'm just lettin' you know We like our music slow but our cars go faster I'm in the V-12 with my cousin Big Shasta I'm Lil' Flipper and I'm a top ten seller Everybody slowin' down cause my drop is yellow [Hook 2X] [Lord Infamous] I saw my dog with the center circles so I [Brakes] They spinnin' like a saw so don't touch em' when I [Brakes] I saw a shanky broad that owe me money so I [Brakes] See me choke the hell up out my broad when I [Brakes] When ya stand by the blades you can feel a slight breeze Stop by House of Dubs just to keep em' on clean Fell up in the Peabody, the most expensive suite Them thangs still spinnin' when I filled out the receipt [Crunchy Black] I used to be clean in my Expedition A girl see me and she'll be wishin' That I'd stop and spit some pimpin' It's mackin' in me baby, I just thought I would mention She got hot like in the kitchen You see my kin folks, cars, and glisten Ain't nothin' like Sprewells cause they spinnin' It's CB baby I'm just in it to win it [Hook 2X] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
[DJ Paul]
This for all my players out there ridin'... spinners I don't care where you at, the club parking lot The express way, whatever What I want you to do right now is just STOP And let em' keep spinnin' man [Hook 2X] I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners I'm rolin' [DJ Paul] Pedal to the metal then STOP, [Brakes] Take another sip from the syrup then STOP [Brakes] Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP [Brakes] See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP [Brakes] My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they got asthma Older people trippin' cause they think they seein' thangs My car sittin' still but my rims still rolin' man, they off the chain [Juicy J] Everybody let ya spinwheels spin like a spinmill Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville See them thangs shinin' sparkin' like a diamond Bumpin' the Alpi-ne, why you's a lyin' Eyes like a Chinese, I'm drinkin' on the Heiny I'm ridin' on the strip, any party you can find me You rollin' with the finest, the North Memphis highness You ball till ya fall, till a player aged ninety [Hook 2X] [Lil' Flip] I got twenty inch spinners on my drop [Brakes] Nothin' but white and yellow rocks in my watch [Brakes] I'm doin' one-fifty so I'm watchin' for the cops [Brakes] Since I'm in the Lamborghini I ain't gon' stop [Brakes] I'm packin' a glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust And down here we drink purple (And we drink that Tuss) So grab a cup Juice so I can pour ir up And if you represent yo hood, go on throw it up It's the L-I-L F-L-I-P If I ain't smokin' trees, I'm pokin' freaks So throw the row of keys and let me roll Cause this the way we ball, I'm just lettin' you know We like our music slow but our cars go faster I'm in the V-12 with my cousin Big Shasta I'm Lil' Flipper and I'm a top ten seller Everybody slowin' down cause my drop is yellow [Hook 2X] [Lord Infamous] I saw my dog with the center circles so I [Brakes] They spinnin' like a saw so don't touch em' when I [Brakes] I saw a shanky broad that owe me money so I [Brakes] See me choke the hell up out my broad when I [Brakes] When ya stand by the blades you can feel a slight breeze Stop by House of Dubs just to keep em' on clean Fell up in the Peabody, the most expensive suite Them thangs still spinnin' when I filled out the receipt [Crunchy Black] I used to be clean in my Expedition A girl see me and she'll be wishin' That I'd stop and spit some pimpin' It's mackin' in me baby, I just thought I would mention She got hot like in the kitchen You see my kin folks, cars, and glisten Ain't nothin' like Sprewells cause they spinnin' It's CB baby I'm just in it to win it [Hook 2X] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
This for all my players out there ridin'... spinners I don't care where you at, the club parking lot The express way, whatever What I want you to do right now is just STOP And let em' keep spinnin' man [Hook 2X] I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners I'm rolin' [DJ Paul] Pedal to the metal then STOP, [*Brakes*] Take another sip from the syrup then STOP [*Brakes*] Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP [*Brakes*] See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP [*Brakes*] My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they got asthma Older people trippin' cause they think they seein' thangs My car sittin' still but my rims still rolin' man, they off the chain [Juicy J] Everybody let ya spinwheels spin like a spinmill Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville See them thangs shinin' sparkin' like a diamond Bumpin' the Alpi-ne, why you's a lyin' Eyes like a Chinese, I'm drinkin' on the Heiny I'm ridin' on the strip, any party you can find me You rollin' with the finest, the North Memphis highness You ball till ya fall, till a player aged ninety [Hook 2X] [Lil' Flip] I got twenty inch spinners on my drop [*Brakes*] Nothin' but white and yellow rocks in my watch [*Brakes*] I'm doin' one-fifty so I'm watchin' for the cops [*Brakes*] Since I'm in the Lamborghini I ain't gon' stop [*Brakes*] I'm packin' a glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust And down here we drink purple (And we drink that Tuss) So |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Hits (2005)
[DJ Paul]
This for all my players out there ridin'... spinners I don't care where you at, the club parking lot The express way, whatever What I want you to do right now is just STOP And let em' keep spinnin' man [Hook 2X] I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners I'm rolin' [DJ Paul] Pedal to the metal then STOP, [Brakes] Take another sip from the syrup then STOP [Brakes] Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP [Brakes] See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP [Brakes] My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they got asthma Older people trippin' cause they think they seein' thangs My car sittin' still but my rims still rolin' man, they off the chain [Juicy J] Everybody let ya spinwheels spin like a spinmill Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville See them thangs shinin' sparkin' like a diamond Bumpin' the Alpi-ne, why you's a lyin' Eyes like a Chinese, I'm drinkin' on the Heiny I'm ridin' on the strip, any party you can find me You rollin' with the finest, the North Memphis highness You ball till ya fall, till a player aged ninety [Hook 2X] [Lil' Flip] I got twenty inch spinners on my drop [Brakes] Nothin' but white and yellow rocks in my watch [Brakes] I'm doin' one-fifty so I'm watchin' for the cops [Brakes] Since I'm in the Lamborghini I ain't gon' stop [Brakes] I'm packin' a glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust And down here we drink purple (And we drink that Tuss) So grab a cup Juice so I can pour ir up And if you represent yo hood, go on throw it up It's the L-I-L F-L-I-P If I ain't smokin' trees, I'm pokin' freaks So throw the row of keys and let me roll Cause this the way we ball, I'm just lettin' you know We like our music slow but our cars go faster I'm in the V-12 with my cousin Big Shasta I'm Lil' Flipper and I'm a top ten seller Everybody slowin' down cause my drop is yellow [Hook 2X] [Lord Infamous] I saw my dog with the center circles so I [Brakes] They spinnin' like a saw so don't touch em' when I [Brakes] I saw a shanky broad that owe me money so I [Brakes] See me choke the hell up out my broad when I [Brakes] When ya stand by the blades you can feel a slight breeze Stop by House of Dubs just to keep em' on clean Fell up in the Peabody, the most expensive suite Them thangs still spinnin' when I filled out the receipt [Crunchy Black] I used to be clean in my Expedition A girl see me and she'll be wishin' That I'd stop and spit some pimpin' It's mackin' in me baby, I just thought I would mention She got hot like in the kitchen You see my kin folks, cars, and glisten Ain't nothin' like Sprewells cause they spinnin' It's CB baby I'm just in it to win it [Hook 2X] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
[Chorus]
I got them rainbow colors in my cup Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed) That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed) [Verse One: Lil' Flip] Sippin on syrup cause I love to lean I'm high as fuck cause I'm puffin green And I got more enfedimines then Eckers and Walgreens I get high, as I park my, park my drop on the curb I'm smokin on that blueberry yeah I gots that good herb And when you come to H-town just hit me on the phone (Hello) And I'ma come and pick yall up and we gone smoke and zone (Where yall at) Cause you know I got that good weed and I got that purple drank Its one twenty for an eighth and two forty for a pint I got money in the bank so I ball like that Got 20's on my car, on my car like that Hit them all like that we ball like that I'll fuck yo hoe and wont call her back That's how we do it baby I gotta keep it real Oops my bad I'm like bumby I gotta keep it trill And I dont pop no pills I drop, I drop my trunk So you can see my neon light and hear them speakers bump (Boom-Boom) They call me Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip) I'm leanin to the left I'm like the yin-yang twin, sippin this sippin this syrup by myself [Chorus] I got them rainbow colors in my cup Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed) That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed) [Verse Two: DJ Paul] I'm zoned up and seein double Plus everything that I seein is already double So that's like four of you motherfuckers I'm leanin like I'm standin in a muddle puddle And berry, berry, got me wantin a hashbrown ounce this ounce this huddle I let the seat back in my lac and take another sip Then screw the top off of my bottle take this blunt and dip Off in the syrup, my nigga ask me help me, help me for I said you really wanna get high then this here will serve What them girls really know about that yellow tuss, tuss Or them rainbow colors all mixed in a cup Thatll make your dick hard when you ready to fuck I bet your momma told you bitch you better not fuck wit us We some cool type niggaz, all we do is smoke And we sip on syrup, sittin on the front porch Till we get real dizzy fall down on the floor And if I get myself dippin, dippin on somemore [Chorus] I got them rainbow colors in my cup Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed) That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed) |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
[Chorus]
I got them rainbow colors in my cup Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed) That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed) [Verse One: Lil' Flip] Sippin on syrup cause I love to lean I'm high as fuck cause I'm puffin green And I got more enfedimines then Eckers and Walgreens I get high, as I park my, park my drop on the curb I'm smokin on that blueberry yeah I gots that good herb And when you come to H-town just hit me on the phone (Hello) And I'ma come and pick yall up and we gone smoke and zone (Where yall at) Cause you know I got that good weed and I got that purple drank Its one twenty for an eighth and two forty for a pint I got money in the bank so I ball like that Got 20's on my car, on my car like that Hit them all like that we ball like that I'll fuck yo hoe and wont call her back That's how we do it baby I gotta keep it real Oops my bad I'm like bumby I gotta keep it trill And I dont pop no pills I drop, I drop my trunk So you can see my neon light and hear them speakers bump (Boom-Boom) They call me Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip) I'm leanin to the left I'm like the yin-yang twin, sippin this sippin this syrup by myself [Chorus] I got them rainbow colors in my cup Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed) That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed) [Verse Two: DJ Paul] I'm zoned up and seein double Plus everything that I seein is already double So that's like four of you motherfuckers I'm leanin like I'm standin in a muddle puddle And berry, berry, got me wantin a hashbrown ounce this ounce this huddle I let the seat back in my lac and take another sip Then screw the top off of my bottle take this blunt and dip Off in the syrup, my nigga ask me help me, help me for I said you really wanna get high then this here will serve What them girls really know about that yellow tuss, tuss Or them rainbow colors all mixed in a cup Thatll make your dick hard when you ready to fuck I bet your momma told you bitch you better not fuck wit us We some cool type niggaz, all we do is smoke And we sip on syrup, sittin on the front porch Till we get real dizzy fall down on the floor And if I get myself dippin, dippin on somemore [Chorus] I got them rainbow colors in my cup Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed) That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed) |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
I got them rainbow colors in my cup Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed) That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed) [Verse One: Lil' Flip] Sippin on syrup cause I love to lean I'm high as fuck cause I'm puffin green And I got more enfedimines then Eckers and Walgreens I get high, as I park my, park my drop on the curb I'm smokin on that blueberry yeah I gots that good herb And when you come to H-town just hit me on the phone (Hello) And I'ma come and pick yall up and we gone smoke and zone (Where yall at) Cause you know I got that good weed and I got that purple drank Its one twenty for an eighth and two forty for a pint I got money in the bank so I ball like that Got 20's on my car, on my car like that Hit them all like that we ball like that I'll fuck yo hoe and wont call her back That's how we do it baby I gotta keep it real Oops my bad I'm like bumby I gotta keep it trill And I dont pop no pills I drop, I drop my trunk So you can see my neon light and hear them speakers bump (Boom-Boom) They call me Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip) I'm leanin to the left I'm like the yin-yang twin, sippin this sippin this syrup by myself [Chorus] I got them rainbow colors in my cup Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed) That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed) [Verse Two: DJ Paul] I'm zoned up and seein double Plus everything that I seein is already double So that's l |
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from Three 6 Mafia - When The Smoke Clears (2000)
[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] |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
[Intro - Juicy J]
Man let me tell you something Man let me tell you something Man this girl was sucking my dick so good the other day That she would tell me just let it go,just let it go Man i just ran off all in her mouth! [Chorus - Juicy J + {Crunchy Black}] I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} [Hook - Lord Infamous] Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead [Juicy J] This is how a playa Get and take a little slut to crystals I be fuckin on they mama Then I'm going for their sister Treat them hoes like I'm they father But you know a nigga outta Make them hoes remain in check up Whoop they ass like jerry lawler Yes we 'posed to dick em dick em Drop their drawers and take their lichen When I'm on the yellow syrup I like to fuck off in the kitchen Got a bitch with one big holie I call her one of my rolie rolies Foolest girls is always down When the party starts they rollin Free bitch eat bitch Everybody need this Let her suck yo balls while all up But don't kiss Never last long So enjoy it for the morning Boostnies and line Nigga come on let me bone it Hit it from the back or the side Hear her moaning Knew it you a fly hitter Have a nigga enjoyin it I'ma in my verse I'ma take it nice and simple She'll suck yo dick til it's sharp like a pencil [Chorus - Juicy J + {Crunchy Black}] I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} [Hook - Lord Infamous] Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead [Lord Infamous] Some they like to suck the helmets Some they like to lick the sides Some they break out with the ice Some they sip up with the cold blind Some they look in yo eyes Some they turn around and hide Then say it is their first time Of their best dick suckin time Some bitches enjoy the taste Some they squirt it in they face I like the mouths Like the tounge Or fucking with that bitches tonsils Some they eat pussy too Some do him and do you Some can eat the whole pie Some they gagging all night [D.J. Paul] See first I'm gonna buy me a cold two liter To mix about seven ounces of thick purple leaner And then I'm gonna pick up that little freak named christina Hold that bitch a cup and have her throw it on the scener Slammed down on riverside driving carolina Park and banged that bitch on the ass from the back seater She love to taste shit so this bitch she start to eat her I pull that boy out and on her face with the creamer BLAH! [Chorus - Juicy J + {Crunchy Black}] I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} [Hook - Lord Infamous] Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
Man let me tell you something
Man let me tell you something Man this girl was sucking my dick so good the other day That she would tell me just let it go,just let it go Man i just ran off all in her mouth! [Chorus - Juicy J {Crunchy Black}] I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} [Hook - Lord Infamous] Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead [Juicy J] This is how a playa Get and take a little slut to crystals I be fuckin on they mama Then I'm going for their sister Treat them hoes like I'm they father But you know a nigga outta Make them hoes remain in check up Whoop they ass like jerry lawler Yes we 'posed to dick em dick em Drop their drawers and take their lichen When I'm on the yellow syrup I like to fuck off in the kitchen Got a bitch with one big holie I call her one of my rolie rolies Foolest girls is always down When the party starts they rollin Free bitch eat bitch Everybody need this Let her suck yo balls while all up But don't kiss Never last long So enjoy it for the morning Boostnies and line Nigga come on let me bone it Hit it from the back or the side Hear |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
Man let me tell you something Man let me tell you something Man this girl was sucking my dick so good the other day That she would tell me just let it go,just let it go Man i just ran off all in her mouth! [Chorus - Juicy J {Crunchy Black}] I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} [Hook - Lord Infamous] Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead [Juicy J] This is how a playa Get and take a little slut to crystals I be fuckin on they mama Then I'm going for their sister Treat them hoes like I'm they father But you know a nigga outta Make them hoes remain in check up Whoop they ass like jerry lawler Yes we 'posed to dick em dick em Drop their drawers and take their lichen When I'm on the yellow syrup I like to fuck off in the kitchen Got a bitch with one big holie I call her one of my rolie rolies Foolest girls is always down When the party starts they rollin Free bitch eat bitch Everybody need this Let her suck yo balls while all up But don't kiss Never last long So enjoy it for the morning Boostnies and line Nigga come on let me bone it Hit it from the back or the side Hear |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Most Known Unknown (2006)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Now every since I can remember I been popping my collar Popping popping my collar, popping, popping my collar Every since I can remember I been working this hoes And they betta put my money in my hand [DJ Paul] Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery A lot of dudes swear they play man they some fackery Let me catch a girl up out some work in mah site And believe I’m gon’ be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight I’m trying to get paid however money is made A lot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid But me I ain’t no pimp, I just love to borrow Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model, fa real [Juicy J] Well you know me by the Juice man hanging out with Big Keith Standing on tha porch, drinking liquor, drunk, smoking weed Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain’t came yet Thats why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet So I could get paid and relax in the shade And say fuck a nine to five cuz a nigga tired of slaving It’s never easy for a playa in tha hood on tha come up If I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up [Chorus] [Crunchy Blac] She’s just another hoe that I met in the hood I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good She might as well go on head and suck on my wood And let me whisper something in her ear if I could I got some hoes out there bringing ya boy back some good That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood Ain’t having to shout at no motherfucking slut You know I’m acting bitch make cut a fucking rug You better get out there and get my money in the woods I’ma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug You know I gotta have, gotta get my money~ what These hoes out here be fucking for a motherfucking dub, FREAK BITCH! HJK&TG |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
[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 |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
[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 |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
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 Straigh |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
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 Straigh |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
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 |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
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 |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
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 |
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from Three 6 Mafia - When The Smoke Clears (2000)
[DJ Paul (Crunchy Black)]
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*repeats through whole song*] From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga And you know what that mean bitch Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga [Project Pat] Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin' [Lord Infamous] First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate [Juicy J] I got a 357, a tec with a black clip A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get A fiend wiolatin' the business, I ain't wit' And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors [MC Mack] First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA! Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your door 4, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos So, when we creep, drop cause I'ma hit you nine times Take your nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind, blow [Cruchy Black] You can believe this, you can believe that And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on You half steppin' I got the weapon Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that I love to kill, I love the thrill And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga [La Chat] No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy [Koopsta Knicca:] Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard [T- Rock] Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute [MC Mack] I woke up early Saturday morning, suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends And pay a livin', neh nigga, gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin' Fuck the reason, and the treason, time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze [DJ Paul] Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Clean Version] (2003)
[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 |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Explicit Version] (2003)
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, switch |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
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, switch |
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from Three 6 Mafia - Da Unbreakables [Screwed & Chopped] (2004)
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 |
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