Three 6 Mafia

[fox69]

"M.E.M.P.H.I.S."
(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)

"M.E.M.P.H.I.S."
(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)



[DJ Paul (Crunchy Black)]
Finally, I got all real niggas on on a motherfucking Posse song
Niggas that's down to cut some motherfucking heads
(Mafia, you, y-ya, y-ya, you, you) [*repeats through whole song*]
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga

[Project Pat]
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to you
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'

[Lord Infamous]
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz
Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

[Juicy J]
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds with a fist that will bust lips
Some killers on my side, if I tell 'em they're gonna get
A fiend violatin' the business, I ain't with
And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit
And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss
The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors

[Young Buck]
First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggas bodies numb
I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA!
Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your door
4, niggas deep, bandannas with black calicos
So, when we creep, drop 'cause I'm gonna hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, Young Buck and Hypnotize your mind, blow

[Cruchy Black]
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black
You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
You half steppin'
I got the weapon
Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga

[La Chat]
No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time for no shit
Got all my boys, don't make no noise,
just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain't no way La Chat gonna let it slide, with the shit that you done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart
It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy

[Koopsta Knicca:]
Man a bitch'll take that little bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin' that shit about this
man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah we can do it, take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches' gonna start
See now that's that type of shit that get my motherfucking dick hard

[T-Rock]
Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock 'em in the Expedition
No set a niggas got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute

[MC Mack]
I woke up early Saturday morning,
suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers
Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends
And pay a livin', neh nigga,
gonna bother my cheese, gonna reach the ceiling fan
You can catch me in that president thing, on gizold when you see me
You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the treason,
time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze

[DJ Paul]
Bitches think we playin', think this killer shit a joke
Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I despisise
Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays
Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays
And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight
And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
What, what, it's CP nigga
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga

 

[fox69]

"M.E.M.P.H.I.S. (Remix)"

"M.E.M.P.H.I.S. (Remix)"


[DJ Paul]
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga

[Project Pat]
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'

[Lord Infamous]
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz
Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

[Juicy J]
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'
And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit
And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss
The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool

Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya

[Cruchy Black]
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black
You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
You half steppin'I got the weapon
Boom! Boom!
I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga

[La Chat]
No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit
Got all my boys, don't make no noise,just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart
It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy

[Koopsta Knicca:]
Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start
See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard

[T- Rock]
Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition
No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute

[MC Mack]
I woke up early Saturday morning,
suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers
Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends
And pay a livin', neh nigga,
gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan
You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me
You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the treason,
time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze

[DJ Paul]
Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke
Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise
Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays
Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays
And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight
And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga

 

[fox69]

"Mafia"
(feat. La Chat)

"Mafia"
(feat. La Chat)



[DJ Paul-Talking]
Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the mothafuckin' "M"
back in this bitch, nigga. H-C muthafuckin' P.
Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this muthafucka
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town.
And it's goin' down- HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!

[HOOK]
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!...
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!

[La Chat]
La Chat, with that gat
The other queen of Memphis
Hypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...

[Gangsta Boo]
...In the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris fuck a glass
Nigga drink it out the bottle...

[La Chat]
...Don't be hatin' and shit
'Cause we gettin' paid and shit
Ain't no need be lyin' till I die
I'm gon' be lovin' this...

[Gangsta Boo]
...The bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta
Ridin' nigga posted up
Fuck you bitches up when I come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers bust
Chat, you got my fuckin' back?

[La Chat]
Yeah I got your fuckin' back
Buckin' bitches that be hatin'
Blow their chest up through their back

[Gangsta Boo]
High as hell can't you tell
'Cause my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to fuck this nigga
Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotyze Minds be the label that pay me
Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit
You cannot faze me

[La Chat]
So you heard it from the queens
HCP we be together
Fuckin' with my family bitch
It's gon' have to be whatever...

[HOOK 1X]

[Lord Imfamous]
How can you relate to this
Niggaz they be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin' dividends
Burn it man, half in
Better known as "assed in"
All I want is money man
Can't you niggaz comprehend?
Lock and fuckin' load fool
Break the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no attitude fool
This is what we came to do
With them bodies in the bag
Put that dope in the bag
Put that money in the bag
Let's go fool, rat tat tat

[Juicy "J"]
They call me Juicy gigolo
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you bitches
To beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you niggaz
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Put her on the house
I got my dick sucked
When I was on the couch
My nigga walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My nigga took her mouth

[Project Pat]
By love real my nig
Let blood spill my nig
Shoot to kill my nig
If ya real my nig
Project Pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
Hang with macks my nig
Who tote gats my nig
It's blast or be left
Baller in your blood
White girl up your nose
Ya high off that bud
A slug in the lot
Your car and no strap
Blew your gotdamn brains
In your partner's lap

[Lord Imfamous]
Choose your weapons
But boy choose them carefully
Each of my poisons
Are deadlier melodies
I am the doctor
And this is your therapy
You can have one
So you must get a pair of these
Beat, bound and gagged
Bump off bounty
Place all his pieces
All over county
The shit's very lethal
That I place in the needle
Prepare you for your last trip
To the Cathedral

[DJ Paul]
I seen how TV can hurt
And plus platinum plaques to match
And add them twenties and vogues
And Gucci jackets on backs
We got them Bentlys and Benzes
And all them Lexus on lock
The picture gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them bitches hot
You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'
And wanna rise in the hood
It's cold I'm crankin' up heat
And you wish you could
Y'all wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you wish you was
And get off the grind
I'm keepin' one in the chamber
Because I'm filled up with anger
And when I see yo little hoe 'n'
You knowin' your life's in danger
I do a show y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of shit
Is that the best way that you know
To get attention lil bitch
I understand how they feel
They feelin' that they left out
And we the ones movin' on
So we the ones talked about
But niggaz keep it your best
And one day then you'll get a crown
But until then do a hit of coke
And keep feelin' down
'Cause suckaz... that's real

[HOOK 1X]

 

[fox69]

"Mafia Niggaz"

"Mafia Niggaz"


[Chorus: Lord Infamous (repeat 2X)]

We gotta come like we get doen and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
We gotta come you know dat Devil shit is still up in us
We Mafia Niggaz We Mafia Niggaz

[Lord Infamous]
So damn wicked got some shit you bitches never saw
I caught you shakin sawed off's pumpin now'll we'll break the law
I cut the air off where you breath while I'm blazin on these trees
The ? I get from these trees'll take your leg up off
You chokin from exhaust
You lost up in the sauce
You stand against the wall
Don't play wit Lord at all
You dealin wit some now you pissin down your leg
and got a gun against your head you know dis lead is for a bloody brawl
I'm tryna go for boss
Prepare for Holocaust
I got moss and when I toss it will get em off
I'm dirty for the cause
Bitch don't you hit the pause
I'll lock you bitches in the icebox wit it full of frost
Bitch don't you know that when I'm hi I leave a dimple
Cock back dis pistol then I'll pop you like a pimple
I got the tunes in the stones
In your home wit the chrome
You alone and the rest is very simple

[Chorus]

[Crunchy Black]
Ain't no nigga goin play wit me
Play wit me my nigga I'ma lay you in the streets
All I came for is cheese nigga dat's hard to believe
I'ma lock and unload and make your bitch ass bleed
Let ya'll know dat I came wit some shit up my sleeve
Know what I mean my nigga It's only Jus me
Slip dat knife down my sleeve
Slope you dead in your heart
Wit only dat sick shit don't get shit started

[DJ Paul]
Now ever since we done came dem hataz didn't play no joke
Try to bounce to the crib
I shot around in dey home
I'm bustin rugaz
wit some lugaz
Do ya
Nigga I'ma send em straight through ya
School ya
Bout dis bidness
Bout these boys
Ya bout to witness wit these toys

[Juicy "J"]
Wit dem toys yeah we got em
Make the noise when we cock em
Guaranteed to kill and rob em
Stopped em wit the sawed off shotgun
Niggaz in the street dey found em
On dat dog food and Vodka
So much dope the blood was toxic
And the mind is pure psychotic

[Chorus (fades out)]

 

[fox69]

"Medicine"
(feat. Gucci Mane, Keri Hilson)

"Medicine"
(feat. Gucci Mane, Keri Hilson)



[Chorus]
I'll be your prescription
Come and take a dose of me
Once you get a dose of me
You'll think that I'm your medicine
[Gucci Mane] My medicine
[Keri Hilson] Your medicine
[Gucci Mane] My medicine
[Keri Hilson] Your medicine
[Gucci Mane] Your my medicine
[Keri Hilson] I'm ya medicine
[Gucci Mane] I think I need I think I need I think I need my medicine

[Verse 1]
Girl u sumthin like a ?
Sumthin that I gotta have
Run on out for I cut myself
I gotta check into rehab
Her sex is like a zane
When I need a clean half
Took off the latex
And made me drop my refast
I think it got me under
Hell got me like my head back
It's sumthin bout that thing you do
When you do what you do to the ?
Holdin on my pyrex
Pounds of that guttah mile
Tryna slice that special k
Baby you blow my mind
Girl u impressive
Put me to sleep like different dreams
Sooth me
Girlfriend got the best of me like extacy
You n me
We will always be
Nuthin else compares
N u down like air fares
Stay under me like a wheel chair

[Chorus]
Shawty u my insulin
Baby you my insulin
I think I need my think I need my think I need my medicine
Shawty u my insulin
Baby you my insulin
I think I need my think I need my think I need my medicine
Shawty u my insulin
Baby you my insulin
I think I need my think I need my think I need my medicine
I'll be your prescription
Come and take a dose of me
Once you get a dose of me
You'll think that I'm ya medicine
[Gucci Mane] My medicine
[Keri Hilson] Your medicine
[Gucci Mane] My medicine
[Keri Hilson] Your medicine
[Gucci Mane] Your my medicine
[Keri Hilson] I'm ya medicine
[Gucci Mane] I think I need I think I need I think I need my medicine

[Verse 2]
Gotta get with it
Really wanna hit it
So damn thick
I know I split it
Stopped at tha liquor store bought me a fifth
And sum magnun rubbers with the XX fitted
Yea we party
Yea we kick it
Throwin out money like sum might call trickin
I'm just tryna get rid of this cash
I ain't gota job
I work in the kitchen
[Keri Hilson] Work in the kitchen?
Yea I work in the kitchen
I ain't makin rolls or kentucky fried chicken
I'm like a bakery whippin these pies
That's how a dboy make his livin
[Keri Hilson] Make his livin?
Yea makin a livin
Always in the club boy stop pimpin
Baby I keep my head on the low low
Stop real slow by two three women
If you curious
Let's get serious
Don't play games
N don't play delirious
If you thinkin bout makin lil bit of change
[Keri Hilson] Iono bout that
R u on yo period
We can get cheese
N we can get even
You ain't gotta eat with me
You can be a vegan
Look real sexy n work in the streets
N in the summer time
Take off for the season

[Chorus]
Shawty u my insulin
Baby you my insulin
I think I need my think I need my think I need my medicine
Shawty u my insulin
Baby you my insulin
I think I need my think I need my think I need my medicine
Shawty u my insulin
Baby you my insulin
I think I need my think I need my think I need my medicine
I'll be your prescription
Come and take a dose of me
Once you get a dose of me
You'll think that I'm ya medicine
[Gucci Mane] My medicine
[Keri Hilson] Your medicine
[Gucci Mane] My medicine
[Keri Hilson] Your medicine
[Gucci Mane] Your my medicine
[Keri Hilson] I'm ya medicine
[Gucci Mane] I think I need I think I need I think I need my medicine

 

[fox69]

"Mindstate"

"Mindstate"


[Gangsta Boo]
I tried to warn 'em now they gunna
Feel the bitches of the devil's daughter
Horror all because they followed up from sites so quick in sorrow
There is no tomorrow
Armageddon is here to close it and
Smoking on some green
Thinking of a plan to rob a man
ScareCrow my nigga, do you think that I can do this shit?
Do you think I can get away so smooth after I hit this bitch?
It can be done so all for one and one for fucking all
Who got them 9s? Who got them Tecs? Fuck alla y'all!

[ScareCrow]
Psychodelical spirits they spiral inside a kaleidoscope
What would happen if I traveled back in time,
And replaced the Ten Commandments with something I wrote?
The world warfare ended some thousands of years ago by
the rapper Lord Infamous ScareCrow
Happiness is not even an option my friend it is
something that you'll never know
Believe superstitious swampbies and zombies, sea
monsters and sorcery,
Witches, genies, be-witches
Give the ScareCrow permission
Keys to the door way from all the regions of your mind
I explain the unexplainable myths and times

[Chorus: Scarecrow (repeat 4X)]
Triple 6 is my mindstate
Pre-occupied with devil shit
Trying to survive through this crime rate

[DJ Paul]
Sitting on the porch
Trying to torch
To the light green
Weed then proceed
To my mission as I allocate
Meanwhile the sunset
Trees blowing spookiness
Twist the doorknob, torn my bible inside was the massive Tec
So I snooped
Coop and boop
Load up and take a two with me man
Key to the ceiling is what they got for me to come a weary saint
Kick some doors
Put some hoes
On some mother fucking floors
Giving a mother fucking ching, ching hoe before you go and smoke

[Koopsta Knicca]
Forget yo G's, forget yo dead
Where your little kids at?
Half a bag of the hally place 'em with them glocks and tags
Sad to see they killed the nigga was innocent, though
he was guilty they figured
Not knowing that he was a mafia member
A mafia member fell tossed in the river
Using his skull
Denting his wood
Blood scattered all over the place no one scared for
someone that saw all they face
None of them got them a murder case
Laying in disguise
Get the Lies out they minds
As they fly high wide
In disguise hoping they eyes do not turn white

[Chorus]

[Juicy J]
Is it Friday the 13th?
Are you niggas scared?
As I cock my gun back
Put a bullet through your head
I split them dreads
Whatever, whatever
You better beware
The evilest scare
Leave nothing but shells and gun smoke in the air
I got them glocks
So if you run you'll hear them pop
And then you'll drop
I'll come up on you and never stop
Till I reach that point
To wipe you out you hoes and haters
Smoke you like joints
You should have prayed to God to save ya

[Crunchy Black]
It was on a Sunday night a nigga hit Paul back
He said he had a job for us to do to meet him at the
Hardy's on the Mart to deal mo crack
My girl beeped me she told me paul was on his fucking way
Hit me on his cellular phone, big balling down Parkway
Paul rode up in a viper man
I jumped on the passenger seat
and that's when he like started to explain
How we gunna touch these hoes
Shake them hoes
Put 'em in a viper trunk
Roll 'em to our stash spot
And then we cut they body up

 

[fox69]

"Money Didn't Change Me"

"Money Didn't Change Me"


[Chorus: repeat 2X]
The money I made didn't change me, nigga it changed you
I stayed the same through my wealth, but take a look at you
Back in the days I went to school wit ya, too cool wit ya
But seems like now I can't fool wit ya

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

[Chorus]

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

[Juicy J]
Some people hate that Project Pat and Juicy J on the spot
We pay cash for our cars that we push off the lot
Back in the say they use to say this rappin shit was a flop
But we done made our Mil tickets now they jealous and hot
Dont get mad, ghetto niggaz went from rags to riches
Straight outta North Side High now we stackin and pimpin
I ain't forgot about the hood, cause the hood is still in me
I know its all to the good, all together we winnin

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Money Now"
(feat. K-Rock, Killa Klan Kaze)

"Money Now"
(feat. K-Rock, Killa Klan Kaze)



So many, my niggas
Keep reachin' the top of this mountain
So can what I do
K-Roc ain't go beg the believas
I'm from where the prophets
Niggas that a felt me
Make a little rich with Third World Click
K-Roc ain't got no more
I'm on top this shit though
Check this place
Am I came with Juice Man can scratch
Tired of the scam
Fucked up his chest
Alcatraz gimisum
Plus I'm on the dub
They might know we on edge
And why fuck the frown
While these groupie ass bitches be suckin' our dick
Prophet Posse we made it bitch
K-Roc we rockin' wit empty [??]
May kick in this shit that you can't understand
To bad that bitch is a want to be killa
We murder the bitch and fall out of the fame

I got six digits on my bank statement, rock
Eight if you be includin' the two behind the dot
So how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the six
I spend a hundred g-b's
To artillerize this click
Candid cameras be in the trees
Of my domain
So I can feel safe when I'm goin' off that uzi manne
Go low mass Suburban, uh
Go low mass and Impala, nuh
I can brag for days
But because you nosie hoes
I'm stoppin' uh

Bitch rest rest
Out there finna crash like a lunatic
Is it to them bitch
If finna get em'
Tricks with cataract
Head back to bisac
have they take him to woods
Them goose ate his body
The body's no good
I would let that boy go
But the hoe just make me sick
Sick sick like a mad man
When the woofers start blastin'
Here yee, here yee don't you see
I got that Three 6 Mafia here
Were deeper than your faculty

[Chorus x4]
Sportin jewelry and the syndicate
We rollin' hard
Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp

I gotta get it
While the gettin' is good
Yeah, you know the motto bitch
Out to set that chedder
Cause it's better when you havin' shit
Dollar signs is on my mind
Look into my fuckin' eyes
Gettin' you hypnotized
Lettin' you know that Prophet is on the rise
Why you fantasizin'
Visualize me as you mrs.
I'm somewhere on that mowett
And smokin' blunts
Is how I kick it
So niggas recognize that in this here niggas
So don't you see
Comin' hard as thunder
Ready to rumble
What's it gonna be

Come on a journey
On to the world
Or do you know about where the nigga be hearin'
This house of Scarecrow make headin'
to make it back home in the 21st century
We niggas keep letchin' the duration
The Three 6 [??] I punish
Your facin' the ready to place the grace behave
We leavin' no traces
Were paperchasin'
Don't maybe get to rockin'
Whit this motherfuckin' stock and facin' to the stock
And open seseme my forty thieves done a chop
Know what they croppin'
When we ride grand larceny tonight
You best be slidin' through Three 6 murderers
Creep form the black side
I got this plan
This plan to rob a man
Tell him we got plenty of white
Get a nigga a key of sand
Take his fuckin' cheese
Count them g's
Then go overseas
To them damn Columbians make them drop it off
Say nigga please
Back to the hood
With them good
From my niggas dope
Nothin' but the pure
And that chronic that'll make you choke
I'm stugglin' in that paperchase
From day to day
All in the crime
For you niggas snitchin'
Proppin' dimes
I'm takin' care of mine

[Chorus x4]

 

[fox69]

"Mosh Pit"
(feat. Josey Scott, Lil' Wyte)

"Mosh Pit"
(feat. Josey Scott, Lil' Wyte)



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

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

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

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

[Hook 4X]

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

[Hook 2X]

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

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

 

[fox69]

"Motivated"

"Motivated"


[Chorus x2]
Everytime i feel this shit, i'm motivated
Not only do we flow this shit, we demonstrate it
We come to far to turn back now, i hope we make it
But everytime them prophets fly, i'm motivated

[juicy j]
Back in the days
I used to get down
Pockets on e
I can't do nothin' but frown
Feelin' my belly and don't come around
Had to be pushin' that bope by the pound
Go with da folk that be pullin' a bitch
Not to popular now you know you're the shit
Fuckin' with reala
That know you're legit
Pushin' that shit that you shoot in your wrist
Had ot be down about makin' my grip
Pumpin' the beat
Hopin' the needle won't skip
Nukin' a dinner while flippin' the script
Niggas still trippin' still runnin' they lip
Now they just comin' in larger amounts
Then i stack them in my bank account
This is for half of your ass watch it bounce
Motivation for my power and clout

[dj paul]
20 years old
Ridin' in a 80,000 dollar viper
Better watch out for the snipers
They be bumpin' our tapes
But they really don't like us
Why must some local bustas try to dis me
When they don't even know me
Not knowin' i'll run up on they ass
With a motherfuckin' mac
Kill em' all off slowly
I'm tryin' to keep my cool, keep my cool
Cause i got plenty to lose
My fuckin' surroundings be another nigga singin' the blues
So how i keep's myself on top of things and motivate
I quickly erase all you hoes that be playa hatin'

[Chorus x2]

[gangsta boo]
For you motherfuckin' niggas
For you motherfuckin' hoes
Stayin' real as ca be
On my fuckin' ten toes
Never be the one to fall
I'm rising oh so quickly
I know you hate me
But i'm gon' stay motivated
This crazy lady
Don't give a fuck bout' what you say
It don't mean shit
Maybe cause i'm stackin' cheese
And you ain't stackin' nothin' but dicks
Including you niggas too
You be ridin' on dicks
I know you do
I'm stayin' on top of my game
I'll be number one so nigga fuck you

[scarecrow]
This music game is gonna drive me insane
It's all about figures
Cause when you're dealin' with heavy stakes
Somethin' gon' brake or get injured
Niggas talkin' bout' paying dues
I got the bruises to prove it
Did everything a nigga could do
To make it in the game of rap music
But still everytime i try to make a move some mothefuckers always
Gotta doubt
And then them very same niggas don't know what the fuck they talkin'
Bout'
Keepin' the faith up on my plate
Was the reflection of my face
Sayin' it to make it but still gave the good lord his grace

[Chorus...till fade]