Juicy J

[DJ Paul and Juicy J]
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fuckin shit)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Coward ass bitches)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fucking shit)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Fighting niggas over a bitch)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Fuck you motherfuckin hoes)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off

[Juicy J]
To you haters I'm the predator
Set em up, wet em up
When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug-dealer regular
Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don'tcha step ta tha
Triple six, guns click, bitch we the murderers

[Crunchy Black]
Triple six is the clique, why y'all niggas keep hatin me
Y'all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch
Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I ain't gon' let that nigga go, I'ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four

[Lord Infamous]
I'ma sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter
Bitch ass nigga, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed
Soze, Two-L O Y D, sippin ounces of that liter
Ask me if I worship Satan, I'ma send yo ass ta see em

[DJ Paul]
Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth
And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South?
I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan
Left half of you haters alone
and watched you die all on your own and feel for ya

[DJ Paul and Juicy J]
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha bitches wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Cuz nigga we ain't playin wit ya)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha hoes wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(We got them tones ready ta blast)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(What's up nigga?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Scared ass cowards)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Ain't no cowards in this motherfucker)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Ain't no cowards)

Featuring three 6 mafia

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

I'm Crunk Tonight. Just Got Paid.
Pocket Fulla Mothaf**kin Money. Okay!
Imma Ball Till I Fall. Drank Till I Cant.
Put It On My Black Card I Got Money In Da Bank.

Patrone On The Table. Yayah! Crunk & Goose.
Drank What You Want, Bitch.
Go N Get Loose. Ooohhh Act A Fool.
Till They Cut The Lights Off
And We Still Aint Goin Home Till All The Liquor Gone. Yup.

I Jus Dont Giva F**k,.
Standin On The Table With The Weed Fired Up.
Drankin Out The Bottle. Mothaf**ker Crunk.
Ill Pour It In Ya Mouth, Lean Back, Open Up.

Oooh Crunk Aint Dead Bitch, You See The Chain.
And Im The King, Fool. Ya Know My Name
Party Like A Rockstar, F**k Like A Pornstar.
I Dont Giva Damn. Ima Buy The Whole Bar

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

Yessir. A Nigga On Tonight.
I Got My Money Lookin Right, But I Aint Tryina Fight.
But If A Sucker Touch Me, Best Believe Its On.
Get Cracked Cross Your Dome With Bottle Patrone.
Right Here, Right Now, Quick Fast In A Hurry.
Hit The Sucka So Hard, I Made His Vision Get Blurry



Im Too Clean For This, Im Too Lean For This
Figured It Would Happen So I Brought My Team For This

Ya Im The Realest Playa, Trapstar.
Sellin The Biggest Bricks.
Im The Realest Playa, Rap By Smokin Perkulous

Step Up In The Da Club, I Got Love Cause Im Niggerish.
So Come Between My Legs, Do Me Up Like Im Licorise.
25 Stacks At The Bar, Ice On My Wrist
Step Up To This Pimp And Get Your Braided Hair Weave Split.
Back Off In My Chevy, Brains Blown Out
Peanut Butter, Ride High, Stayin High
Im Talkin Like A St-St-Stutta.

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

Crunk In This Mothaf*Cka.
Throw Ya Hood Up
Get Crunk In This Mothaf*Cka.
Throw Ya Hood Up
Get Drunk In This Mothaf*Cka.
Hold Ya Dranks Up
Get Drunk In This Mothaf*Cka.
Hold Ya Dranks Up
Lean Back In This Mothaf*Cka
Turn That Bottle Up.
Lean Back In This Mothaf*Cka
Turn That Bottle Up.

Throw Them Stacks Up, Bitch. Make It Rain. Nigga What.
Throw Them Stacks Up, Bitch. Make It Rain. Nigga What.

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.

[Chorus: Three 6 Mafia]

There's some cowards in this thang, if you see em point em out [4X]
There's some cowards in the South, If you see em point em out [4X]

[Juicy J]
Act like you know me, when I tell that I'm from the North
Act like you know me, when I ask ya let me hit the shorts
Act like you know me, if I holla and front ya boy a ki
Act like you know me, when I'm on the track in evergreen
Act like you know me, when you see the platinum on my wrist
Act like you know me, when you know that I done took yo bitch
Act like you know me, if you know that I been husslin'
Act like you know me, rock for rock the record business man
Act like you know me, if I pull the strap and bring the pain
Act like you know me, if you see me on them twanky thangs
Act like you know me, when that fire shit is all we smoke
Act like you know me, if I tell ya nigga hit this dope
Act like you know me, when I'm winnin in this dice game
Act like you know me, if I tell yo' hoe dont touch the grain
Act like you know me, if I tell you niggas bring it on
Act like you know me, point'n in yo face a fuckin tone

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul]
Act like you know me, cause I'm armed with guns and ready to bum
Act like you know me, cause I bring the war like Vietnam
Act like you know me, when you see me cruising were you lay
Act like you know me, cause with bitches I dont fucking play
Act like you know me, cause I'm super serious with this evil
Act like you know me, in my Regal - chrome desert eagle
Act like you know me, I hate say it but when I'm on some blow
Act like you know, I turn gorilla might rape a hoe
Act like you know me, I'm from straight fucking Black Hav.
Act like you know, that I bet that I blow that I aint afraid
Act like you know me, 'fore you say that on yo CD's
Act like you know, once before I caught you in the streets
Act like you know me, cause these bullets know no fucking name
Act like you know, I brought you in and take you out this game
Act like you heard of Triple Six is bout some bigger bussiness
Act like you heard if it's a murder, you can be the witness

[Lord Infamous]
Act like you know me, when you got pounds of the green dough
Act like you know me, when you want to hit the ski slopes
Act like you know me, when you got gallons of alcohol
Act like you know me, when you braking down the bowling balls
Act like know me, when you got a load of freak hoes
Act like you know me, when you got the pearl to touch her toes
Act like you know me, when I tell you that my name is Lord
Act like you know me, when I tell you Lord will cut your cords

[Crunchy Black]
Act like you know me, cause you know I like to wear black
Act like you know me, cause you know I like to tote a gat
Act like you know me, cause you know I pop up on ya set
Act like you know me, cause you know I came to get it wet
Act like you know me, cause you know you got to call the cops
Act like you know me, cause you know the fucking blocks hot
Act like you know me, cause you know I took yo fucking spot
Act like you know me, act like you know me nigga, NOT

[Gangsta Boo]
Act like you know me, got you niggas saying I'm the shit
Act like you know me, when you see me with my fuckin clique
Act like you know me, when I creep and sneek up in yo house
Act like you know me, when you hear, I done cleaned the house
Act lke you know me, when I'm block'n cruis'n who she be
Act like you know me nigga, Gangsta Boo BHZ
Act like you know me, yo I'm real I'm trill, whatever nigga
Act like you know me, I be crazy lady, know that nigga

[Chorus]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus 4x's]

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

[Chorus 4x's]

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

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

[Chorus 4x's]

Mane check this shit out we was up in Chicago right
With my nigga big hamp the nigga pass me a blunt
Like smoke this shit nigga this some bin laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down south
What the fuck is bin laden weed its three different
Kinds of weed all grown together that shit some straight killer
Them Chicago niggaz call it bin laden mane some straight fie

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

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

[Chorus 4x's]

[Juicy J]
Well since I'm on bin laden let me tell you a story
Bout these three pussy rappers who couldn't do nothing for me
Gave a whole lot of cheese said I fucked him his shit
Smoked a whole lot of weed so he seem to forget
Who boug

Mane check this shit out we was up in Chicago right
With my nigga big hamp the nigga pass me a blunt
Like smoke this shit nigga this some bin laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down south
What the fuck is bin laden weed its three different
Kinds of weed all grown together that shit some straight killer
Them Chicago niggaz call it bin laden mane some straight fie

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

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

[Chorus 4x's]

[Juicy J]
Well since I'm on bin laden let me tell you a story
Bout these three pussy rappers who couldn't do nothing for me
Gave a whole lot of cheese said I fucked him his shit
Smoked a whole lot of weed so he seem to forget
Who boug

Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
Cock 'em up

Hypnotized minds, HCP, hypnotized camp posse
We finna do this for all you thievin' ass
Wanna be us ass niggaz out there
Stealin' motherfucker, take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga
Make this money like we makin' it nigga, throw it down

Ain't never been a motherfuckin' bitch
Hypnotized here just to get that grip
Y'all niggaz talk 'cuz ya talk like a bitch
Y'all niggaz walk 'cuz ya walk like a bitch

Now ain't that some shit ya hatin' on this click
You gon' make a nigga get up with cha kid
Split yo wig oh yes, I did
I told you, you don't want it with a hard hitta kid

I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his stash spot
Took the rock nigga was got that was the plot
Dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop

Open it up for closin' it up I don't give a fuck
On a daily basis I be postin' it up
Smokin' it up choppin' it to match it wit dub
Give us a club six mane tearin' it up

These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow
Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin' getcha merked hoe
Chop it yeah, I hope folk money what I work fo'
Paul and Juicy sent me gotta put you in the dirt bro

Comin' with the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser boy bizzle or beezy it's the hypnotize
HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low
If you know what I know run that shit to my doe

We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker
But ya'll know ya'll done heard all that befo'
Y'all done seen the fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe

You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk
Lights out next to the Mississippi river plumped
Duck tape hog tied wrong place wrong time
Hypnotized minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind

All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already know
I'm the truth and out the booth never been a hoe
Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya through the doe
You ain't know I'm a young rich gangsta nigga

Never been one of them old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucka ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad 'cuz they know they can't fade me
I'm Chrome Carleone Paul and Juicy who pay me

Well it's ya boy grandaddy call me Mr. Man
Fuckin' ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies
See I could give a fuck about ya tossin' all ya tough talkin'
You don't like me nigga hit me in my mouth

Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across then
Candy ass nigga boy you softer than cotton
Fight me or squash it 'cuz I ain't 'bout the spit boxin'
Hootin and hollerin' like a cheerleader squadron

You can't be like me slangin' D 'cuz I'm hurtin' ya
No competition with the juice 'cuz it's curtains
It ain't nothin' shakin' but some pimps in this bizitch
That's why you muggin' and yo face lookin' pizzissed

Stay flippin' cars ballin' out like to shizine
You stay askin' questions how the hell them niggaz do that
We smoke the best of dro while she down with some jack-jack
My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side

They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went platinium
Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at 'em
Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob, kill, murder steal for that ghetty green

U.S. marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head
I'm was like, "I ain't did shit why you hatin' this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this

I been doin' this too long to still be strugglin' livin' like this
Fuckin' off with major labels slayed me like a bitch
And these got cheese and ride on rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road doin' free shows

Tryna get a few spins in a few spots
I growed up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I hear a lotta corny shit on the radio
That's because they record company wouldn't spend dough

Yeah, my label got a hook up with MTV
But they just keep forgettin' to tell 'em 'bout me
They try to play like its love and it's family
But all my marketin' dollars goin' to, shh

Tear da club up was the first crunk fight song
I made that in 92 a lil' not long
That it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on
That's why three 6 is the most known unknowns

Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
Cock 'em up

Hypnotized minds, HCP, hypnotized camp posse
We finna do this for all you thievin' ass
Wanna be us ass niggaz out there
Stealin' motherfucker, take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga
Make this money like we makin' it nigga, throw it down

Ain't never been a motherfuckin' bitch
Hypnotized here just to get that grip
Y'all niggaz talk 'cuz ya talk like a bitch
Y'all niggaz walk 'cuz ya walk like a bitch

Now ain't that some shit ya hatin' on this click
You gon' make a nigga get up with cha kid
Split yo wig oh yes, I did
I told you, you don't want it with a hard hitta kid

I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his stash spot
Took the rock nigga was got that was the plot
Dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop

Open it up for closin' it up I don't give a fuck
On a daily basis I be postin' it up
Smokin' it up choppin' it to match it wit dub
Give us a club six mane tearin' it up

These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow
Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin' getcha merked hoe
Chop it yeah, I hope folk money what I work fo'
Paul and Juicy sent me gotta put you in the dirt bro

Comin' with the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser boy bizzle or beezy it's the hypnotize
HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low
If you know what I know run that shit to my doe

We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker
But ya'll know ya'll done heard all that befo'
Y'all done seen the fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe

You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk
Lights out next to the Mississippi river plumped
Duck tape hog tied wrong place wrong time
Hypnotized minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind

All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already know
I'm the truth and out the booth never been a hoe
Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya through the doe
You ain't know I'm a young rich gangsta nigga

Never been one of them old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucka ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad 'cuz they know they can't fade me
I'm Chrome Carleone Paul and Juicy who pay me

Well it's ya boy grandaddy call me Mr. Man
Fuckin' ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies
See I could give a fuck about ya tossin' all ya tough talkin'
You don't like me nigga hit me in my mouth

Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across then
Candy ass nigga boy you softer than cotton
Fight me or squash it 'cuz I ain't 'bout the spit boxin'
Hootin and hollerin' like a cheerleader squadron

You can't be like me slangin' D 'cuz I'm hurtin' ya
No competition with the juice 'cuz it's curtains
It ain't nothin' shakin' but some pimps in this bizitch
That's why you muggin' and yo face lookin' pizzissed

Stay flippin' cars ballin' out like to shizine
You stay askin' questions how the hell them niggaz do that
We smoke the best of dro while she down with some jack-jack
My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side

They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went platinium
Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at 'em
Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob, kill, murder steal for that ghetty green

U.S. marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head
I'm was like, "I ain't did shit why you hatin' this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this

I been doin' this too long to still be strugglin' livin' like this
Fuckin' off with major labels slayed me like a bitch
And these got cheese and ride on rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road doin' free shows

Tryna get a few spins in a few spots
I growed up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I hear a lotta corny shit on the radio
That's because they record company wouldn't spend dough

Yeah, my label got a hook up with MTV
But they just keep forgettin' to tell 'em 'bout me
They try to play like its love and it's family
But all my marketin' dollars goin' to, shh

Tear da club up was the first crunk fight song
I made that in 92 a lil' not long
That it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on
That's why three 6 is the most known unknowns

Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
Cock 'em up

Hypnotized minds, HCP, hypnotized camp posse
We finna do this for all you thievin' ass
Wanna be us ass niggaz out there
Stealin' motherfucker, take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga
Make this money like we makin' it nigga, throw it down

Ain't never been a motherfuckin' bitch
Hypnotized here just to get that grip
Y'all niggaz talk 'cuz ya talk like a bitch
Y'all niggaz walk 'cuz ya walk like a bitch

Now ain't that some shit ya hatin' on this click
You gon' make a nigga get up with cha kid
Split yo wig oh yes, I did
I told you, you don't want it with a hard hitta kid

I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks
Hit a nigga for his stash spot
Took the rock nigga was got that was the plot
Dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop

Open it up for closin' it up I don't give a fuck
On a daily basis I be postin' it up
Smokin' it up choppin' it to match it wit dub
Give us a club six mane tearin' it up

These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow
Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin' getcha merked hoe
Chop it yeah, I hope folk money what I work fo'
Paul and Juicy sent me gotta put you in the dirt bro

Comin' with the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser boy bizzle or beezy it's the hypnotize
HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low
If you know what I know run that shit to my doe

We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker
But ya'll know ya'll done heard all that befo'
Y'all done seen the fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe

You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk
Lights out next to the Mississippi river plumped
Duck tape hog tied wrong place wrong time
Hypnotized minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind

All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already know
I'm the truth and out the booth never been a hoe
Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya through the doe
You ain't know I'm a young rich gangsta nigga

Never been one of them old type wanksta niggaz
I'm a smart muhfucka ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad 'cuz they know they can't fade me
I'm Chrome Carleone Paul and Juicy who pay me

Well it's ya boy grandaddy call me Mr. Man
Fuckin' ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies
See I could give a fuck about ya tossin' all ya tough talkin'
You don't like me nigga hit me in my mouth

Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across then
Candy ass nigga boy you softer than cotton
Fight me or squash it 'cuz I ain't 'bout the spit boxin'
Hootin and hollerin' like a cheerleader squadron

You can't be like me slangin' D 'cuz I'm hurtin' ya
No competition with the juice 'cuz it's curtains
It ain't nothin' shakin' but some pimps in this bizitch
That's why you muggin' and yo face lookin' pizzissed

Stay flippin' cars ballin' out like to shizine
You stay askin' questions how the hell them niggaz do that
We smoke the best of dro while she down with some jack-jack
My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side

They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went platinium
Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at 'em
Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob, kill, murder steal for that ghetty green

U.S. marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head
I'm was like, "I ain't did shit why you hatin' this?"
Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this

I been doin' this too long to still be strugglin' livin' like this
Fuckin' off with major labels slayed me like a bitch
And these got cheese and ride on rolls it mean hoes
But still on the road doin' free shows

Tryna get a few spins in a few spots
I growed up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock
I hear a lotta corny shit on the radio
That's because they record company wouldn't spend dough

Yeah, my label got a hook up with MTV
But they just keep forgettin' to tell 'em 'bout me
They try to play like its love and it's family
But all my marketin' dollars goin' to, shh

Tear da club up was the first crunk fight song
I made that in 92 a lil' not long
That it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on
That's why three 6 is the most known unknowns

20120112
slayers98







Big Bang

Manuel Arm..







The Curse

Bellman







I Suppose

Bellman






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I know you see me lookin
girl gon wanna nag right
A little closer let me
see you in the spotlight
Now turn around and let me
see just what ya curve like
Go grab ya friends and yall
could come to the back Ohhh
Why don't you take a
sip up on this champagne
Relax relax Take ya coat off
and let me get ya name
I love that hour glass
shape you got up on that frame
I like the way you talk ya
game we might be one
in the same
Now I know you got a
buzz of that alcohol
I got a house that could
entertain all of yall
Maybe later on
I'll give you a phone call
I'm bout to slide out
but I'll get back at ya ohhh
And when I call
don't give me the run around
I ain't gonna have ya
try and play me like a
silly clown
Don't second guess it girl there
ain't nothin to think about
Ya got me feenin but
girl you don't hear me
Little lady lady lady
Ya got me just screwed up
Off of ya melody
Little lady lady lady
Come on and don't chop me up
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady lady lady
Ya got me just screwed up
Off of ya melody
Easy baby baby baby
Come on girl don't chop me up
Please don't make a fool of me
Ya kinda cute
baby are you new in town
My name is Timb
aka Thomas Crown
I heard ya lost
do you know your way around
If ya got a problem
baby I could hold you down
ohhh
I can be ya navigator
or ya compass
Better yet a genie baby
make ya first wish
You the party baby
I'm just the guest list
I think I need some tylenol
you got me restless
So grab ya friends and let's
take ya back to my house
Lets watch sex in the city
or desperate housewives
Simon says touch
your's while you touch mine
Parental discretion is
advised ohhh
Yall could be the star
in my ficky spot light
Studio fifty four
if we get the props right
All we need right now is a
little bit little bit of
act right
Yall lookin shy but yall
act like yall don't hear me
Little lady lady lady
Ya got me just screwed up
Off of ya melody
Little lady lady lady
Come on and don't chop me up
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady lady lady
Ya got me just screwed up
Off of ya melody
Easy baby baby baby
Come on girl don't chop me up
Please don't make a fool of me

Little lady lady lady
Ya got me just screwed up
Off of ya melody
Little lady lady lady
Come on and don't chop me up
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady lady lady
Ya got me just screwed up
Off of ya melody
Easy baby baby baby
Come on girl don't chop me up
Please don't make a fool of me

Screwed up

Chop me up

Screwed up
Off of ya melody

Chop me up
Please don't make a fool of me

20120112
slayers98







Big Bang

Manuel Arm..







The Curse

Bellman







I Suppose

Bellman






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[Chorus: x4]
Click, bang, bang [Repeat: x3]
To your motherfucking brain hoe


Tell them haters get gone, Three 6 Mafia strong
Stronger than ever, ever, since they been gone I been better
Fuck them fackers and them jabbalone fackers
Smiling in your face but got my enemy on your myspace
I cant understand how these haters live with they self,
Deal with they self, what they need to do is kill they self
Suicide is it good, can she handle?
At your funeral for free, I play the piano
Rest in peace is your niggas sweet like Reese's
Got more crosses than churches your heart smaller than feces
You need us, your nothing, your zip, your nada
22's on the road, shoot the hub caps off the Impala

[Chorus: x4]

I'ma creep on this fool, put this gun to his head
Tell him, give me all your jewelry, all your dope, all your bread
All the coke that you brought in, the weed that you brought in
And if I cant get answers say hell to my little friend
Fakin' like you ball, and brawl, shot call
I'm that fool that rejaws at all the state laws
Stupid rappers get your check buy rims now whats next
Need a place to live a crib thats straight shit
With your mistaste niggas hate, say they real but they ain't
Catch 'em somewhere face to face, now they runnin place to place
Club hoppin', mall shoppin', gettin' high, sales droppin'
Now you wanna sober up, tell these niggas shoot that fuck

[Chorus: x4]

[Puff Daddy]
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
Eh eh, eh eh,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
eh eh, eh eh,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
Check it out...

[Notorious B.I.G]
NIGGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGAJe-sus the notorious just,
Please us with your lyrical thesis,
We just chillin,
Milk em top billin,
Silk and pure linen,
Me and little Cease,
Malibu sea breeze,
Dom P's,
Palm trees,
Cats lay in Pablo,
In milked out diablos,
The Williest,
Bitches be the silliest,
The more I smoke,
The smaller the phillie gets,
Room 112 where the players dwell,
To stash more cash than Burn and Hale,
Inhale,
Make you feel good like Tony Toni Tone (feels good),
Dig up in your middle like Monie (yeah),
Don't know me,
But your settin up to blow me,
Try to style,
Fly up north with a homie (yes),
It's style is dondatta,
Playas stay splurgin',
Game so tight,
They call it virgin...

[112]
Oh I need to know,
Where we stand,
Do we share this special thing called love,
I know I do,
What about you,
I just can't get enough of the time...

I need you in my life,
Where do we go,
What do I do,
I can't live without your love,
Thinkin' of you,
Makes me feel,
Like I am the only one for you,

[Chorus:]
Girl I want to be with you,


No one else,
Only you,
Why can't we just,
Make it happen,
Baby, I need you in my life...

Every time I'm with you,
Never want it to come to an end (thought I told you that we won't stop),
You always make me so happy,
You'll always have a place in my heart...

I need you in my life,
Where do we go,
What do I do,
I can't live without your love,
Thinkin' of you,
Makes me feel,
Like I am the only one for you,

[Mase]
Now you can hum all you want to,
Cum all you want to,
Money I'mma front you,
Girl I wanna flaunt you,
I'mma always want you,
When nobody want you,
If I die now my love will still haunt you,
Mase ain't the one that will pay for your phone,
Mase be the one that will take you home,
Even though I'm not the one that gave you the stone,
All your nights alone,
I could make you moan,
Everybody know I got more bounce than the ounce,
Bad Boy get more money than you can count,
Why I'm buying things you can't even pronounce,
I'd do it to your cat for a large amount,
And when the beef come you know where to be found,
Why I be around till the winner is announced (the winner is),
So there ya go girl with thousands in ya palms,
Why you can't let by gones be by gones...

[112]
Where do I go,
What must I do,
If I can't live without your love,
Thinkin' of you, makes me feel, baby,
Like I am the only one for you,

[Chorus]

[Puff Daddy]
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
Eh eh, eh eh,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
eh eh,
I thought I told you that we won't stop,
I thought I told you that we won't stop...

20120112
slayers98







Big Bang

Manuel Arm..







The Curse

Bellman







I Suppose

Bellman






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[Intro]
Dig this right?
A nigga caught a few bullshit charges when he was young right?
So now these motherfuckin' folks don't wanna give me a job ya hear?
But dig this
Now these motherfuckin' police wanna find me a new place to stay
Cause I'm on the corner, posted, sellin' yay
But they gon' have to deal with it
Cause I gotta motherfuckin' live with it ya hear?

[Chorus]
I'ma work this trap and give a damn about these hoes
Cause I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't
If you give me a yard I'ma give a eight of blow
Cause I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't
Call me, the corner man, corner corner man
Find me, on the corner man, on the corner man
Call me, the corner man, corner corner man
Find me, on the corner man, on the corner man

[Verse One]
I'm a Memphis, Tennessee, first 48'er
Give a damn 'bout these hoes give a damn 'bout these haters
If ye ain't talkin' money you can see a nigga later
You can catch me in the South, on my bank, fuckin' papered up
Bitch I sell white but I still do white
But at the end of the night I still give my price
And I get my money like a bee get honey
I got my profit even though some of it I done it
Cause a nigga can't work no 9 to 5
I got charges, but I gotta stay alive
And that's on everything, you know a nigga gotta eat man
And I'ma do it even if it's due to cocaine

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
I'ma tell you some shit right here, real shit nigga
It's a lot of fake-ass niggas that be scared to bust
They hear them choppers then they back on up and shut the fuck
They say they shippin' keys, a hundred percent of that is cut
They say they in the game but niggaz takin' it up the butt
So quit lyin' to kick it, thinkin' you impressin' us
I bet you workin' with the feds and the blue crush
He smell the powder pack, then he wanna get loud and cuss
Nigga sit yo' snitchin' ass down 'fore you gettin' it up
Real niggas on the corner they don't have to talk
Cause they walk the walk, while yo' bitch-ass gettin' caught
I watched the first 48 on TV, Memphis raw
Think they from the bullets, cryin' and shit, man fuck nah!

[Chorus]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[DJ Paul]
You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz out here sideline
Hatin' y' know what I'm sayin'... don't get mad cause a nigga straight up
Out the paint shop or car wash or the car lot or whatnot... feelin mean on
The scene wit a pocket full of green y' know what I'm sayin'... and any one
Of y'all hoes think a nigga gon give 'em somethin I can't give ya
Shit but this dick in ya muthafuckin' mouth and ya muthafuckin'
Hole and you gotta reach me somethin' for that ho cause I ain't
For free bitch.. pay whatcha muthafuckin' weigh

[Crunchy Blac]
I pull up clean in my black fuckin' truck
Rims still spinnin' so you know I'm cuttin' up
I'm ridin' down the street bumpin' nothin' but us
I spotted me a freak she was bout to catch a buzz
I asked her whats her name baby it could be love
But you know ya boy don't fuck wit nothin' but sluts
The ones that make money and stack them bucks
A bank for that cap and a bank for that butt
Slut

[Juicy J]
Nigga I'll tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol' dick
And won't be fucked up bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
And in the publics' eyes she can be legit be my bitch
At the shake joint she gotta work a trick get the grip
Never no back talkin' cause I call her jack backhand slap
She come up short wit money baby then I snap wit a strap
She gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin' this
And you just might have to throw some blows take a hit wit the fist

[Chorus:]
[DJ Paul and Mr. Bigg]
Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
Ridin' ridin' down yo block I got my charm out the window
Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this miss

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul]
I'm swervin', I'm twistin' from side to side
I got that iron right on my side
Them 20-inch vogues wit the yellow stripes
A 'rillo rolled up wit some of that light
The 360 turn on the fold down screens
Turn it all the way around and watch it from the front seat
The knock in the back got the trunk on rattle
Them hoes flockin' to my whip thick like cattle

[Lil Flip]
Hey... you better put that money in my hand
I was born to be a mack not yo muhfuckin' man
You mad cause I hit cha ho me and her split cha dough
Why you actin' surprised I know you heard this shit befo'
Me and quint pushin' 'vettes smokin' 'dro no stress
One tech two glocks infra red no vests
I clock dollaz and pop collaz for a livin'
I'm at pressure world every time I hit Memphis

[Chorus x2]

[DJ Paul]
You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz out here sideline
Hatin' y' know what I'm sayin'... don't get mad cause a nigga straight up
Out the paint shop or car wash or the car lot or whatnot... feelin mean on
The scene wit a pocket full of green y' know what I'm sayin'... and any one
Of y'all hoes think a nigga gon give 'em somethin I can't give ya
Shit but this dick in ya muthafuckin' mouth and ya muthafuckin'
Hole and you gotta reach me somethin' for that ho cause I ain't
For free bitch.. pay whatcha muthafuckin' weigh

[Crunchy Blac]
I pull up clean in my black fuckin' truck
Rims still spinnin' so you know I'm cuttin' up
I'm ridin' down the street bumpin' nothin' but us
I spotted me a freak she was bout to catch a buzz
I asked her whats her name baby it could be love
But you know ya boy don't fuck wit nothin' but sluts
The ones that make money and stack them bucks
A bank for that cap and a bank for that butt
Slut

[Juicy J]
Nigga I'll tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol' dick
And won't be fucked up bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
And in the publics' eyes she can be legit be my bitch
At the shake joint she gotta work a trick get the grip
Never no back talkin' cause I call her jack backhand slap
She come up short wit money baby then I snap wit a strap
She gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin' this
And you just might have to throw some blows take a hit wit the fist

[Chorus:]
[DJ Paul and Mr. Bigg]
Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
Ridin' ridin' down yo block I got my charm out the window
Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this miss

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul]
I'm swervin', I'm twistin' from side to side
I got that iron right on my side
Them 20-inch vogues wit the yellow stripes
A 'rillo rolled up wit some of that light
The 360 turn on the fold down screens
Turn it all the way around and watch it from the front seat
The knock in the back got the trunk on rattle
Them hoes flockin' to my whip thick like cattle

[Lil Flip]
Hey... you better put that money in my hand
I was born to be a mack not yo muhfuckin' man
You mad cause I hit cha ho me and her split cha dough
Why you actin' surprised I know you heard this shit befo'
Me and quint pushin' 'vettes smokin' 'dro no stress
One tech two glocks infra red no vests
I clock dollaz and pop collaz for a livin'
I'm at pressure world every time I hit Memphis

[Chorus x2]

[DJ Paul]
You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz out here sideline
Hatin' y' know what I'm sayin'... don't get mad cause a nigga straight up
Out the paint shop or car wash or the car lot or whatnot... feelin mean on
The scene wit a pocket full of green y' know what I'm sayin'... and any one
Of y'all hoes think a nigga gon give 'em somethin I can't give ya
Shit but this dick in ya muthafuckin' mouth and ya muthafuckin'
Hole and you gotta reach me somethin' for that ho cause I ain't
For free bitch.. pay whatcha muthafuckin' weigh

[Crunchy Blac]
I pull up clean in my black fuckin' truck
Rims still spinnin' so you know I'm cuttin' up
I'm ridin' down the street bumpin' nothin' but us
I spotted me a freak she was bout to catch a buzz
I asked her whats her name baby it could be love
But you know ya boy don't fuck wit nothin' but sluts
The ones that make money and stack them bucks
A bank for that cap and a bank for that butt
Slut

[Juicy J]
Nigga I'll tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol' dick
And won't be fucked up bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
And in the publics' eyes she can be legit be my bitch
At the shake joint she gotta work a trick get the grip
Never no back talkin' cause I call her jack backhand slap
She come up short wit money baby then I snap wit a strap
She gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin' this
And you just might have to throw some blows take a hit wit the fist

[Chorus:]
[DJ Paul and Mr. Bigg]
Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
Ridin' ridin' down yo block I got my charm out the window
Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this miss

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul]
I'm swervin', I'm twistin' from side to side
I got that iron right on my side
Them 20-inch vogues wit the yellow stripes
A 'rillo rolled up wit some of that light
The 360 turn on the fold down screens
Turn it all the way around and watch it from the front seat
The knock in the back got the trunk on rattle
Them hoes flockin' to my whip thick like cattle

[Lil Flip]
Hey... you better put that money in my hand
I was born to be a mack not yo muhfuckin' man
You mad cause I hit cha ho me and her split cha dough
Why you actin' surprised I know you heard this shit befo'
Me and quint pushin' 'vettes smokin' 'dro no stress
One tech two glocks infra red no vests
I clock dollaz and pop collaz for a livin'
I'm at pressure world every time I hit Memphis

[Chorus x2]

[DJ Paul]
You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz out here sideline
Hatin' y' know what I'm sayin'... don't get mad cause a nigga straight up
Out the paint shop or car wash or the car lot or whatnot... feelin mean on
The scene wit a pocket full of green y' know what I'm sayin'... and any one
Of y'all hoes think a nigga gon give 'em somethin I can't give ya
Shit but this dick in ya muthafuckin' mouth and ya muthafuckin'
Hole and you gotta reach me somethin' for that ho cause I ain't
For free bitch.. pay whatcha muthafuckin' weigh

[Crunchy Blac]
I pull up clean in my black fuckin' truck
Rims still spinnin' so you know I'm cuttin' up
I'm ridin' down the street bumpin' nothin' but us
I spotted me a freak she was bout to catch a buzz
I asked her whats her name baby it could be love
But you know ya boy don't fuck wit nothin' but sluts
The ones that make money and stack them bucks
A bank for that cap and a bank for that butt
Slut

[Juicy J]
Nigga I'll tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol' dick
And won't be fucked up bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
And in the publics' eyes she can be legit be my bitch
At the shake joint she gotta work a trick get the grip
Never no back talkin' cause I call her jack backhand slap
She come up short wit money baby then I snap wit a strap
She gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin' this
And you just might have to throw some blows take a hit wit the fist

[Chorus:]
[DJ Paul and Mr. Bigg]
Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
Ridin' ridin' down yo block I got my charm out the window
Don't cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this miss

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul]
I'm swervin', I'm twistin' from side to side
I got that iron right on my side
Them 20-inch vogues wit the yellow stripes
A 'rillo rolled up wit some of that light
The 360 turn on the fold down screens
Turn it all the way around and watch it from the front seat
The knock in the back got the trunk on rattle
Them hoes flockin' to my whip thick like cattle

[Lil Flip]
Hey... you better put that money in my hand
I was born to be a mack not yo muhfuckin' man
You mad cause I hit cha ho me and her split cha dough
Why you actin' surprised I know you heard this shit befo'
Me and quint pushin' 'vettes smokin' 'dro no stress
One tech two glocks infra red no vests
I clock dollaz and pop collaz for a livin'
I'm at pressure world every time I hit Memphis

[Chorus x2]

<i>[Intro]</i> {How many, how many talk that shit} <i>[repeated throughout the intro]</i>
Three 6 Mafia
Frayser Boy
Yeah, yeah it's going down
You know what I'm sayin'?
A lot of times we use the word bitch
That goes for niggaz and hoes
Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullshit
Here's what you do

<i>[Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)]</i>
Put your foot up they ass (what)
Foot up they ass (what)
If these bitches actin' bad
Put your foot up they ass (yep) <i>[2x]</i>
And tell that hoe (Don't violate me hoe, don't violate) <i>[4x]</i>

<i>[DJ Paul]</i>
Now niggaz man they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy
You boys is fakers, nothin' but carbon copies
When we step up in the club, niggaz they play dead
'Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said
It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some motherfuckin' hugs
Y'all niggaz nicer than grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs
Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club
I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this bitch WHAT!

<i>[Juicy J]</i>
I aint playin' wit' you niggaz
I'll put my hands on you niggaz
My foot will stand on you niggaz
I thought you knew we pull triggers
So why you testin' me bitches
You must be tryin' to get stitches
All on your forehead, you're cold dead
For fuckin' wit' pimpin'
I'll take the back of a gun
Hit you, you startin' to run
Split you wit' two fuckin' halves
You mad runnin' your tongue
I ain't no hoe that be likin'
Bustin' and fightin' and bitin'
I'm like a Tennessee Titan
Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' bitch!

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Crunchy Black]</i>
See I'm quick wit' the pistols
Shootin', ain't missin'
If I catch you slippin' then I'm going to get you mister
I ain't gon' miss ya
I'ma go and split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no pictures
Talk that shit bro
Told you I'ma get ya
Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol
Yea' I do it big, shit I'm playin' wit' your sister
Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard

<i>[Frayser Boy]</i>
Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath
Fuckin' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death
Real niggaz, yeah we is, you can come and find out
Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what my mind 'bout
Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone
'Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it's on
Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy's ten toed
Leave his ass in the past nigga like Nintendo, whoa

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Intro]</i> {How many, how many talk that shit} <i>[repeated throughout the intro]</i>
Three 6 Mafia
Frayser Boy
Yeah, yeah it's going down
You know what I'm sayin'?
A lot of times we use the word bitch
That goes for niggaz and hoes
Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullshit
Here's what you do

<i>[Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)]</i>
Put your foot up they ass (what)
Foot up they ass (what)
If these bitches actin' bad
Put your foot up they ass (yep) <i>[2x]</i>
And tell that hoe (Don't violate me hoe, don't violate) <i>[4x]</i>

<i>[DJ Paul]</i>
Now niggaz man they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy
You boys is fakers, nothin' but carbon copies
When we step up in the club, niggaz they play dead
'Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said
It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some motherfuckin' hugs
Y'all niggaz nicer than grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs
Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club
I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this bitch WHAT!

<i>[Juicy J]</i>
I aint playin' wit' you niggaz
I'll put my hands on you niggaz
My foot will stand on you niggaz
I thought you knew we pull triggers
So why you testin' me bitches
You must be tryin' to get stitches
All on your forehead, you're cold dead
For fuckin' wit' pimpin'
I'll take the back of a gun
Hit you, you startin' to run
Split you wit' two fuckin' halves
You mad runnin' your tongue
I ain't no hoe that be likin'
Bustin' and fightin' and bitin'
I'm like a Tennessee Titan
Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' bitch!

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Crunchy Black]</i>
See I'm quick wit' the pistols
Shootin', ain't missin'
If I catch you slippin' then I'm going to get you mister
I ain't gon' miss ya
I'ma go and split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no pictures
Talk that shit bro
Told you I'ma get ya
Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol
Yea' I do it big, shit I'm playin' wit' your sister
Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard

<i>[Frayser Boy]</i>
Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath
Fuckin' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death
Real niggaz, yeah we is, you can come and find out
Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what my mind 'bout
Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone
'Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it's on
Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy's ten toed
Leave his ass in the past nigga like Nintendo, whoa

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Intro]</i> {How many, how many talk that shit} <i>[repeated throughout the intro]</i>
Three 6 Mafia
Frayser Boy
Yeah, yeah it's going down
You know what I'm sayin'?
A lot of times we use the word bitch
That goes for niggaz and hoes
Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullshit
Here's what you do

<i>[Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)]</i>
Put your foot up they ass (what)
Foot up they ass (what)
If these bitches actin' bad
Put your foot up they ass (yep) <i>[2x]</i>
And tell that hoe (Don't violate me hoe, don't violate) <i>[4x]</i>

<i>[DJ Paul]</i>
Now niggaz man they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy
You boys is fakers, nothin' but carbon copies
When we step up in the club, niggaz they play dead
'Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said
It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some motherfuckin' hugs
Y'all niggaz nicer than grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs
Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club
I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this bitch WHAT!

<i>[Juicy J]</i>
I aint playin' wit' you niggaz
I'll put my hands on you niggaz
My foot will stand on you niggaz
I thought you knew we pull triggers
So why you testin' me bitches
You must be tryin' to get stitches
All on your forehead, you're cold dead
For fuckin' wit' pimpin'
I'll take the back of a gun
Hit you, you startin' to run
Split you wit' two fuckin' halves
You mad runnin' your tongue
I ain't no hoe that be likin'
Bustin' and fightin' and bitin'
I'm like a Tennessee Titan
Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' bitch!

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Crunchy Black]</i>
See I'm quick wit' the pistols
Shootin', ain't missin'
If I catch you slippin' then I'm going to get you mister
I ain't gon' miss ya
I'ma go and split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no pictures
Talk that shit bro
Told you I'ma get ya
Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol
Yea' I do it big, shit I'm playin' wit' your sister
Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard

<i>[Frayser Boy]</i>
Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath
Fuckin' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death
Real niggaz, yeah we is, you can come and find out
Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what my mind 'bout
Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone
'Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it's on
Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy's ten toed
Leave his ass in the past nigga like Nintendo, whoa

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Intro]</i> {How many, how many talk that shit} <i>[repeated throughout the intro]</i>
Three 6 Mafia
Frayser Boy
Yeah, yeah it's going down
You know what I'm sayin'?
A lot of times we use the word bitch
That goes for niggaz and hoes
Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullshit
Here's what you do

<i>[Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)]</i>
Put your foot up they ass (what)
Foot up they ass (what)
If these bitches actin' bad
Put your foot up they ass (yep) <i>[2x]</i>
And tell that hoe (Don't violate me hoe, don't violate) <i>[4x]</i>

<i>[DJ Paul]</i>
Now niggaz man they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy
You boys is fakers, nothin' but carbon copies
When we step up in the club, niggaz they play dead
'Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said
It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some motherfuckin' hugs
Y'all niggaz nicer than grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs
Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club
I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this bitch WHAT!

<i>[Juicy J]</i>
I aint playin' wit' you niggaz
I'll put my hands on you niggaz
My foot will stand on you niggaz
I thought you knew we pull triggers
So why you testin' me bitches
You must be tryin' to get stitches
All on your forehead, you're cold dead
For fuckin' wit' pimpin'
I'll take the back of a gun
Hit you, you startin' to run
Split you wit' two fuckin' halves
You mad runnin' your tongue
I ain't no hoe that be likin'
Bustin' and fightin' and bitin'
I'm like a Tennessee Titan
Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' bitch!

<i>[Hook]</i>

<i>[Crunchy Black]</i>
See I'm quick wit' the pistols
Shootin', ain't missin'
If I catch you slippin' then I'm going to get you mister
I ain't gon' miss ya
I'ma go and split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no pictures
Talk that shit bro
Told you I'ma get ya
Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol
Yea' I do it big, shit I'm playin' wit' your sister
Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard

<i>[Frayser Boy]</i>
Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath
Fuckin' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death
Real niggaz, yeah we is, you can come and find out
Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what my mind 'bout
Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone
'Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it's on
Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy's ten toed
Leave his ass in the past nigga like Nintendo, whoa

<i>[Hook]</i>

20120112
slayers98







Big Bang

Manuel Arm..







The Curse

Bellman







I Suppose

Bellman






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