Three 6 Mafia

[fox69]

"Touched Wit It"
(feat. Fiend, Mr. Serv-On, La Chat)

"Touched Wit It"
(feat. Fiend, Mr. Serv-On, La Chat)



[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]

 

[fox69]

"Trap Boom"
(feat. Project Pat)

"Trap Boom"
(feat. Project Pat)



[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
I make the trap - BOOM BOOM [4X]
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got balls [2X]

[Project Pat]
Rocks under my balls, pistol in my drawers
A bird of blow on the table break quarters and halves off
For those who comin through this ain't Casino but I'm your dealer
Tony Montana, chill like Al Pacino in "Scarface" nigga
The jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the realla
Got killers posted up, e'ry Goldfinger's a trigger
Her-on is so intense, the syrup goin by the ounce
Put the money in my hands, cop your goods, and then you bounce

[Verse Two]
See I ain't the nigga that was up at five o'clock to sell no rocks
I'm the nigga that was out at midnight to drop off a block
In a tinted out Maxima, they low-key and quick
Snowin out the do' with a glock and a trunk full of bricks
I make the track BOOM BOOM without even touchin it
As for my black {?} I'm just supplyin it
I went to Key West and picked it up, back in Memphis broke it up
Call my nigga in, get our Crist', then we split it up

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
His dope sales are up, a nigga feelin bellish
His pockets swellin cause e'rything he's sellin
The heat is on the street, my niggaz gettin jealous
The chopper's on the seat to cut you up like relish
The hood ain't changed, got these niggaz still tellin
To lock this nigga up a two-time felon
This boy ain't bullshittin he'll kick in doors and kill 'em
And hide them bodies good that you cain't even smell 'em
He niggarish and ignorant so FUCK who in your crib
This gangster life he livin it so fuck your wife and kids~!
These janky niggaz on the town I hope they know the biz
To all you federal tattletales, swap out where you live

[Chorus]

[Outro - dialogue]
You know the worst part about sellin dope is 80% of black people in jail
because of drugs, domestic violence and murder
So you should think about that
Get your life together my nigga

 

[fox69]

"Triple 6 Mafia"

"Triple 6 Mafia"


Triple 6 mafia, mafia
Triple, Triple 6 mafia, mafia
Triple 6, triple, triple 6 mafia, mafia
Triple 6, triple 6, triple 6 mafia, mafia

It's gonna be deadly night
Kinda silent, kinda violent as we stroll
These niggas got ammo
But I found out that's just way it goes
The Triple 6 Mafia be like quick to ride on some tricks
While smoking on mega blunts
Hoe we take care of our business
The Koopsta the Knicca
The ci-zap peeler is on the scene
The dizevils daughter
Gangsta Boo be looking so, so mean
Call up Crunchy Blac
Get the gats
Let them bustas know
That fucking with triple 6
Yeah you young bitches gotta go (triple 6 mafia)
The cali the hundred
The tricks I wanted I bucked down
The killa man D.J Paul
The G with a evil frown
These niggas be talking shit
'Bout who and who they don't like
These pimp hating bitches gonna make a player
Just take their life (triple 6 mafia)
Scarecrow is the nigga
The mystic nigga that so damn slick
A natural born killa
With no remorse on a funky bitch
The juice man be quicker
But with them things he'll be dropping ya
Ya bustas can't stand a chance
(triple, triple, triple 6, triple 6 mafia, mafia)
Triple 6 Mafia

Triple, triple 6 mafia, mafia
Triple 6, triple, triple 6 mafia, mafia
Triple, triple 6 mafia
Triple 6 mafia, triple 6, triple 6, triple 6, triple 6
triple 6 mafia...

 

[fox69]

"Try Somethin'"
(feat. Project Pat)

"Try Somethin'"
(feat. Project Pat)



[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

 

[fox69]

"Walk Up 2 Yo House"

"Walk Up 2 Yo House"


Yeah, you stand the third house
Right beside the one with the gate
[??]
I'm gonna walk over there and knock on his door
[??]
[knock]
Nigga this is the heaven party
Nigga we got your tests back
You partyin' hoe

[Chorus x8]
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off

[Juicy J]
Late last night lyin' in the bed
Eyes red
Thinkin' should I get these hoes
Thinkin' should get these hoes
Thinkin' should I but they head
Should a nigga plan a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my back
Fruck writin' rhymes
This is real shit not a track
Camouflage in the dark for the ones who act hard
The devil on my left side
The other side I'm God
Why do niggas talk shit
Never tryin' to stick together
Murder in the city streets
Make you fools feel better
So I just walk in a pace
Thinkin' of a case to get a bitch erased
Chrome to your fuckin' face
This an't no game nigga
My finger is on the trigger
Your time is runnin' out
My conscious say I gotta get em'
Is there a way that a nigga can escapre from hell
I fuck em' up with the mosberg buckshell
Bitch

[Chorus x4]

[Gangsta Boo]
Once I step up to your door
I'm lettin' all you bitches know
Point blank range to your skull
No love in me hoe
Once I get that shit
That plan in my head is to get richer
Sittin' back countin' motzerella cheese
That's the picture
What's up, do you wanna come
And compete against this lady
This lady stayin' scandelous
I'm talkin' bout' crazy
Comin' like the NAZI
Kickin' in the doors for your shit
Never ever hesitate
Stay about my profits bitch
I don't give a fuck about
What you sayin' the police know
They don't really know me
All them folk is Jane Doe
Comin' to your soon
So beware of this gangsta shit
Enough has been said
Got you scared so I'm endin' this

[Koopsta Knicca]
See I done built me a two story house up on a rock
I done slept in the dark
And my clothes since a clock get my pocket full nalvy
Bitch, count my head and sense
I got that whole wide world in my hand
Spin that ten as a trill rock
Still for that bill
Hard to kill motherfucker
Koopsta mentally ill
Still [??] in my face and bitch best not say shit
I'm yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick
Quick, quick , quick hold all my power
Stayin' blastin' bitch dip into a crystal rub
That tough I've been seen his face, face thinkin' nigga
Fest for he wishes than just vanity
In my pit with the deadlock on bitch and I'm peekin' now
Them niggas bustin' all over the whole ceilin'

[Chorus x2]

[Lord Infamous]
Checkin' us out while tap on the door
Kickin' them down hit the floor
Innocent victims are shuttin' their door
Leavin' all drippin' in bloody war
Run in the hallways look in the room
Soakin' away them bloody pools
Check for the posse they hidden up there poped
With a pillow case uder their tools
Will it be a bulet behind their ear
Don' want no moaning
No tears, telephone cords
I took out that wall
No one could stop all the terror in here
From the five foot five slut doggin' alcoholic man
Enchanted door kickin' evil nigga
Named Lord Infamous
Nigas what I knowledge do not
recognize the ultimate to you into trouble
With kona kula serious draggin' dead bodies in back of my grey
Chevrolet on the way to send her many
With a bombing in a bouqet

[DJ Paul]
I just can't stop
I keep on loading my gun
I can't be seein' masta stopa
Till I fill and I come
Cause I ain't no sitcom
YOur head com
Fool happy being
Flag on my face
So no identityl they seein'
Your enemies me and a
Six double double six bitch ya bein'
Face to face with the forty bitch
One [??] a fast comes tryin' to scare to the trigga hoe
Forty four in the middle being your life sayin'
I'ma suckin' let this Ruga go
It ain't no dead line
Cause they don't love but plenty hate
When I come at you hoe
I'ma take this mask up off my face
We ain't gonna ring the door bell
Just a couple of knocks
who it be your presence your
Fuckin' heart heart gonna stop
Cause we gone

[Chorus x3]

 

[fox69]

"War Wit Us"

"War Wit Us"


[Hook - repeat 4x]
Do ya niggas want a war wit us
Do ya niggas want to get your head bust
I see them yorks in the sky raise em high raise em high
I see them tones in the sky raise em high raise em high

[Juicy J]
Yeah every time I flip the script
Niggas always talkin shit
Mad beacuase the cards I flip
Maybe he be struckin wit
I think he used to slang them rocks
Set up shop on this here block
Orange Bloosm apartment three
Niggas ain't even know me
Young and buck just full of beer
Drinking out my nigga Clair
Death is like we naver fear
Even if we know it's near
Stealing cars and rollin dice
Trying to dodge the Memphis vice
I'm telling all you young niggas
In this game there ain't no life
Mom told mo to stay in school
All I did was break the rules
Pop was preaching the word of God
I was busy actin' a fool
Mad with a fuckin mug
Loadin' up my 38 slug
Head spinnin' from the killing
And head full with nothin' but drugs

[Crunchy Blac]
Do ya'll niggas want a war wit us
Do ya'll niggas want a war wit us
In gats we trust
In heads we bust
See nigaas like us
Uh uh we can't be trust
We come to your crib
I mean we come to your house
We knock on your door
We put the gun in your mouth
We throw our sets
No disrespect
All we want is money nigga
Can you niggas get met
No game I play
Wit none of you hoes
Like the one in the chamber
Puttin bodies in holes

[hook]

[DJ Paul]
Now when they finally gonna learn about the Hav it's on
When these hip crisp niggas kick a hole in your door
Now bitch it's on cuz you fuvkin' with niggas that's strong
You damn near gone cuz I'm buckin' you bitches with tones
Never alone hoe I run with Triple Sizzix
No full clips hoe I'n leavein' them off in your chest
Can't waste no time cuz cuz I'm droppin' them dimes
That's why the Hypnatize is all about droppin' them nines
Up in your face you bitches are fake
I got some boys they ain't gay
But they knowin' to rape
A little cock sucka like you
Cuz I despite you
If you can't beat em'
You join the right crew
HCP nigga HCP nigga
HCP Hypnatize Camp Posse nigga

[La Chat]
Back up shit
You fuckin' wit some natural killas
Don't want to go to war wit us
We got a sniper to get ya
Hypnatize you ain't heard
We down for whatever
We buckin' bitches
Fuck you hoes
Cuz you ain't on our level
La Chat I clicked up with the right camp
ready to ride
You fuck wit one
You fuck wit all
We ain't scared to die
And we ain't scared to kill a nigga
On the pain we deliver
We chop you up
Don't give a fuck
And throw your ass in the river
I know you bitches know it on
When you fuck wit the click
I know you bitches know you gone
Whe you violate this shit
I'm tired of talking motherfucka
Time to show an example
It ain't no playin' wit ya hoe
Cuz that anna we handle yeah

[Crunchy Blac]
Do ya'll niggas want a war wit us

 

[fox69]

"Watcha Do"

"Watcha Do"


Ah yeah, these hoes always talkin' bout' all the shit they got (??)
Dkny
And i'ma tell you what they do to get it, bitch

[Chorus x8]
Watcha do, watcha do

[scarecrow]
Bitch don't play dumb
Stick out your tongue
And let me take a plunge
For plenty you don't have to suck your thumb
I got yum-yum
At night you have nice dreams
Bout' spices and ice cream
You look kind of fiesty
Your lips they entice me
Don't fight it, don't try to front like you don't like it
I can tell you get excited
I'm gon' spank it
Put your head up under the blanket
It's the tightest
A mafia, so play it to the triple 6 to the tre'
Until tonight lord infamous is on the entree

[gangsta boo]
You niggas be killin' me
Say you'll never do me
But still you do it
Every time i turn around
You punk is in the booty
Is it hard to pick em' out
Hell na
I'm on the top of that
All real hoes know a nigga that lick on the cat
That's a fact
Niggas be one of the main ones doin' it
Come and eat a little punk ass nigga
Fuck screwin' it
Little peter pipter
These playas for the pussy eaters
Got you rock hard
After my nut you's a dick beater

[Chorus x8]
[juicy j]
Slob on my knob
Lke corn on the cob
Check in with me
And do your job
Lay on the bed
And give me head
Don't have to ask
Don't have to beg
Juicy is my name
Sex is my game
Let's call the boys
Let's run a train
First find a mate
Second find a place
Third find a bag
To hide the hoe face

[dj paul]
It's bout 2-0-9
I'm ridin' viper tryin' to find somethin' freaky
Cause i think it's about that time
Me and my dogs
It's not about two balls
Now i need a big mout
For a dick and two balls
It's paul
Askin' with ya
Take face willy
165 pound, skinny nigga, beer belly
I'm bout' to take her to get it tight
From all of ya'll
No paper chasin' i'm in the ocean tryin' to catch some jaws

[cruncy blac]
These bitches got me goin'
The feelin' of a warm mouth
Man i tell you bout' these hoes chewin' in the south
It's on
Once i get it alone i bone
A whole deep along but that's another song
We on the subject of these hoes, and they suckin' dick
Don't frown hoes
You the main ones don' it
Crunchy blac up in the bitch
I tell the truth dog
All these hoes goin'
Don't let em' foll ya'll

[dj spanish fly]
Yo, this is dj spanish fly
Live at the shake joint
And they shake the tooshie, watcha do
Three 6 mafia a worrrrrrrr....

[koopsta knicca]
See i be swanin' at a bitch
Like a nigga tryin' to hit a pinata
Ten niggas dicks
Up in your motherfuckin' stomach
Came across a dick
They got you grippin' up on your head
Buckin' on south spreadin' pussy
Fool it farted
Men, plaster fallin' up off the wass
While i'm fuckin' her like a dog
She constantly lickin' on my balls
All up on my dick
And on my nuts
It's just the best i be, rat tat tat tat tat had to watch how quickly
That bitch react
Like a nigga tryin' to hit a pa

 

[fox69]

"We 'Bout To Ride"

"We 'Bout To Ride"


[DJ Paul: talking]
yeah nigga
the mother fuckin two time two time motherfuckin champions in this bitch
I got another motherfuckin gold plaque on the wall now nigga
now tell me what you think about that look me in my eyes
and tell me nigga bitch bitch bitch bitch hoe hoe hoe nigga

[Juicy J]
(background mixed through various parts of whole song)
drop em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast you'll be flying

[Crunchy Black]
we bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools [x2]

[DJ Paul]
like thisssssssssss
now in my city its so real in my city its so fake
got some niggas that's gone play got some niggas that gone hate
got some niggas that's gone dis the treal niggas on the tape
but them the ones who want the streets so they start to evaporate
that's why them niggas ain't around no more
cause them niggas could sell no more
without the Hypnotize or the Prophet nigga you is no more
got plaques up on my walls
got twenties on my cars
keep coming like you coming and I'm gonna show you
I ain't fucked up bout no charge nigga

[Juicy J]
can you niggas feel my pain
catch me standing in the rain
holding on a rusty 2
bout to act a fuckin fool
is the 6 the devil though
make you wanna powder your nose
have you smoking hydro weed
satisfaction guaranteed
bucking wild and throwing signs
knowing these niggas done loss they minds
blame it on Coriddy and Ooh
when we cock them thangs and shoot
thinking somebody had seen my face
now I'm gonna catch a murder case
just gonna beat him round for round and leave him in the river

[DJ Paul (Crunchy Black)]
They try to
(we bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools) [x4]

[DJ Paul: talking]
hahaha y'all niggas still don't understand
nigga look around motherfucker look the fuck around you
and see who you see nigga all you see is me
Hypnotized C-A-M-motherfuckin-P bitch
come on come on keep it coming keep it coming keep it coming

[Project Pat]
so you wanna try a
nigga with the nine-a
creep up from behind ya
like the macarena
shoot ya in your spine-a
strap ya like a minor
patch out your hizead
slug bloody rized
staying on the low low
hating that's a no no
duck taping trick up
in the trunk you go go
you gonna shake and shiver
pain I deliver
kidnapping fools throw they body in the river

[Koopsta Knicca]
let get this on
you think I just piss off them fuckin sluts then a
the streets auto traffic gonna fuck you up but now
I had to tremble quick cause he bump with it
got some midgets in my clizick now I'm pimping bitch
my friends have brand new teams
twenties hundred ain't she motherfuckin funny
North Memphis come we catching everything and money
home at night keep my motherfuckin eyes open
cause last night I'm dealing with the fedz in the corner store

[Crunchy Black]
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
I locked em in the trunk
and dropped they bodies off
see cash in B.Z. you get that sawed off funk
point to your head and then left someone dead
then try that with thugs and be half out your head
see messing with me is like messing with the fedz
see messing with me is like being halfway dead
most niggas don't walk my path I done already laid
put 2 in the gun and flex so I won't be in that resting place

[Lord Infamous]
don't make me get ignorant, feel the incisions
I shall make fragments, daggerous dragon
poison and lashes, 2000 hazardous
can you imagine, me with the Magnum
fire breathing dragon, blow away the ashes
what the fuck happen, torture and trap them
Satan is digging, Scarecrow premonition
the world is ending, please make a decision

[LaChat]
mayn fuck that shit
go get that bitch and throw her ass in my trunk
that infrared net be getting her head
she make more sounds and she dumped
where the fuck the evidence bitch
only heat for my witness
you think I'm playing what you saying
LaChat ain't bout her business
I tote my glock I keep it cocked
the .38 slug for a nigga
could be my brother husband cousin
fuck him I pull the trigger
got no remorse wont sympathize
ain't got no love in my soul
don't fuck with me know who I be
LaChat that murdering hoe

[T-Rock]
I got him running from my slugs wrath
niggas get they mugs snapped
licking shots from plastic glocks
you marinate in blood baths
ignorance leave my manner
silently concealed with Anna
hoe I pugulize your skull
and split it with the snipers scanner
insert the capping glock
gunpoint faster props
lock and load like master lock
and hit you for an aftershock
I'm a snake so meet your fate
compensate the paper chase
Triple 6 is running shit
corroborate and we make you wait

[Lil Pat]
you's out there thinking we just bullshittin
about this shit gone whined up being
the very motherfucker with they wig split
laying there in the corner
that you cant just see me come out of
now you think a nigga still playing
bitch what's up cuz
like I always said
I'm gonna tell you once and ain't no more
I think I done made it clear enough
about how these ballers like the road
I ain't you hoe
Lil P don't mess with me when I get good and crunk
or you gonna find yourself locked in the fuckin trunk

[Juicy J]
[background mixed]
drop em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast you'll be flying

 

[fox69]

"We Are Waiting"

"We Are Waiting"


Fuck this shit ho
Kill that nigga [8x]

[DJ Paul]
We been waiting,killing you bad boys
Three six mafia,carry them big toys
Automatic,Automatic,Automatic,Automatic
To yo motherfucking head boy.
DJ Paul king of this cronk shit
Took a bunk of that powder now I'm cronk bitch
Hit ya ass so hard,fall in the crowd screaming shit
We been waiting on ya to hit the door
DJ Paul knock ya ass to the floor.

Knock em down
Knock em down
Knock em down

 

[fox69]

"We Shootin' 1st"

"We Shootin' 1st"


[Hook]
'Cause bitch we shoot 'em first
We don't ask questions later
We're Triple 6, Triple 6 fuckin' haters
And it's on if you niggaz
Wanna bring it to the door
To you cowards in my face
I'm a treat you like a hoe

[Gangsta Boo]
Since you niggaz talkin' shit
About the dirty dirty six
Lemme see if you can bump out
And be featured on a hit
Radio the love my songs
Ballin' niggaz love my thongs
If you wanna go to war
I suggest you bring it on, nigga
I ain't no little girl
I been down in the streets
Remember me Hillcrest
Nigga reppin' BAZ
Shoot a finger fuck a spot
Niggaz drop, niggaz drop
But everybody in the club
Lookin' hard nigga he ain't hot
We be cold froze wrists
Got you bitches in a blitz
Mad 'cause I be hanging 'round
Them niggaz in the triple six
Bitches wanna say this
Bitch I ain't stuntin' you
I be on the charts blowin' up
Bitch look at you
Niggaz be mad
Actin' like some fuckin hoes
If you can't stand the truth
Nigga keep your eyes closed
DJ Paul, Juice Man
Crunchy Black, Lord Imfamous
I'm the one
Mrs. Crazy lady Gangsta Boo bitch

[Hook 2X]

[Crunchy Black]
Niggaz talk shit
Well they might as well talk shit
Talk this
When I bring that fuckin' chalk bitch
And put your body in a body bag or somethin'
And drop your bitch ass off in a river my cousin
You should've never played the dozens
With a nigga like me
It be C fuckin' B
And I'm hard to be
Niggaz talk a lot of shit
But I promise you dog
I'm a blast at your ass
And let the gun revolve
Niggaz always tryin' to be real hard
Niggaz always tryin' to pray to God
When they got their ass caught up in some bullshit
And that's some bullshit
You gotta finish it
You gon' remember this
Ain't no game I play
Poppin' shots at your ass
With the A fuckin' K
Nigga watch what you say
When you talkin' to me
Nigga watch what you say
When you talkin' to C

[Hook 1X]
[DJ Paul]
Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit [4X]

[Lord Imfamous]
My arteries pump acid
I love to pop that plastic
Life is filled with maggots
Nigga I let you have it
With automatic havoc
While faggots ride or tag it
Boy I'm psychopathic
Milli clips big rappin'
What I got for a mackin'
For funeral compassion
Better close that casket
When I hit for that stackin'
Wanna know the business
Stay out my fuckin' business
Gossip like some bitches
But y'all no competition
Better pay attention
I'll cook you like a kitchen
Diss and leave you missin'
And on a murder mission
Critical condition
Got plenty ammunition
Don't need to catch you slippin'
I'll fuck you up lil pimpin'
Lord have mercy hurt you with verses
Got you puntas rollin' in hearses
Hate the six we got platinum plus a
Your shit on shelves collectin' dust a

[Hook 1X]

[DJ Paul]
Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit [4X]