Three 6 Mafia

[fox69]

"Who Run It"

"Who Run It"


[DJ Paul:] Who run it [15]

[Chorus: DJ Paul (4x)]
These bitches ain't runnin'(runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out

[DJ Paul]
These niggaz got plenty ammo, but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm bustin' out of these cars, got the hoes on the run
I'm hearin' plenty of words, but ain't no actions to boot
We can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin' and movin'
We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this rain
I can pop your chest, blast the glock, or pop your jaw diamond ring
Bitch don't hate me hate the bank, or snatch the G's that I take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate
See people flip when I'm comin', got some of 'em sick at the stomach
They wonder what I brought in, they wonder what I got comin'
Niggaz I'm comin' like this, off in your mouth like a bitch
Test me when you think I'm in, I'm bringing water, I'll start it

[Juicy J]
What's this
It's that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank
Always have to mention my name, when you high on that drank
Catch you with this boy you can't, cause you know I'm holdin' rank
When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it make you faint
Through the streets now have you heard, out the Mafia droppin' birds
Runnin' from the nazi cops, tossin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel
If you wanna punk me out, pop these niggaz in they grill

[Chorus: DJ Paul (2x)]

[Crunchy Black:]
I can't take any more, I'm bout to explode
I'm bout to overload, I'm bout to kill boy
All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the Ki's at
Keep it easy, you don't want to get speedy
All on this motherfuckin room, nigga boom
Get on your back so we can get up soon
Stab you in your heart with a har-fuckin-poon
Nigga boom, nigga boom

[Lord Infamous]
Scarecrow's on it, I'm still hungry, stoppin' for a platinum supper
Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass set'll be eating rubber
Casue if they skit-skat, gun 'em all down, even ghost towns
Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round
Ball bat, bash him in his back, beatin' bitches down
Battle like blaze from the cross, that he never found
Catch a close encounter from the anarchism of these A-bombs
Chemical reaction cause the venom shot in to his arm

[Chorus: DJ Paul (3x)]

[Gangsta Boo]
Here we go, all you weak ass hoes
In my face like you my friend
Triple Six dropped in again, time to make ends
Dope game , my game, hoes lame, it's a shame
How that Gangsta Boo is runnin' the click up on you bitches man
Fat cat, what I be, packin' how you love that
Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at
(Blap, blap) We dare them to stack it for 10 G's
(Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my P's

[Koopsta Knicca]
Parents beware, watch out for your children
This the one that'll lock 'em in the basement
Some of them talkin' so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa
Cause the fuckin' all my niggaz, Koopsta tryin' to tell ya somethin'
Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Koopsta Knicca
Lord, I done some sins, cause she married, but I don't know that nigga
Figured he is a killa, so he figures he'll watch us fuckin'
Put them muthafuckin' slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh my

[Chorus: DJ Paul (til fade)]

 

[fox69]

"Will Blast"

"Will Blast"


[dj paul:]
Say hello to three 6 mafia got the stick up with the mask we be watchin ya know
Im quick to biggy bang bang a rookie huh trip you like a cookie for you sayin
Yo ass is movin too fast

[Gangsta boo:]
You got this lady gangsta boo comin' to you with a whole bunch of shit that's
Gonna fuck yo ass up nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga get buck wild in dis
Muthafucka let me see ya do ya stuff

[Juicy j:]
Will blast if we muthafuckina have to tie ya body up with the strings from your
Tennis shoes juicy j in the house puffin on a light kool those that wanna step
To the click its a murder fool

[Crunchy black:]
Who i be'z crunchy black you will know who i am once i come up from the back
Kickin do's makin ho's lay it down cuz i gotta keep my muthafuckin prophet black

[Lord infamous:]
I'm the nigga lord infamous the scarecrow demons be dancin roun my throne i
Dont know why everytime i see yo face i wanna spread like rome bring it on jones

[Koopsta knicca:]
Who dat be between them tree's tryin to take a peek at me for himself if you
From the other realm i tell you koop have nothin left nothing left

 

[fox69]

"Wolf Wolf"

"Wolf Wolf"


[Chorus]
WOLF, WOLF!
All you want, run your mouth in the street
But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me
I don't give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep
But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me

[Verse One: Lord Infamous]
Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped
If crunk was a .44 this be the pump
Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump
'Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump
So rush them to the left, push them to the right
Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight
Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg
Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads
Rush 'em up, push 'em grab 'em and slam 'em
Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer!
Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch
I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch
We ain't satisfied 'till a nigga leave paralyzed
Underground out warning out it's the Hypnotized
Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic
Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage!

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse Two: Juicy "J"]
["North, North" repeated through the entire verse]
What the fuss about?
Is it cause a nigga got dough?
What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes?
Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey
Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money
In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack
Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts
Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks
This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back"
If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad
If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad
If I get your brains blow out, then they crying
TV's as they bump off in the rear, then they dying
I close a lot of doors
I pimp a lot of whores
I fuck your main gal and she's down on all four
I'm straight from the North
I'm down to the core
It's in my fucking veins, and it sweating out my pores

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse Three: Dj Paul]
They never take me alive, I'm getting high with my .45
Stash in my ride, watching haters in they eyes
I rather go in a blaze then be taken by some bitches
I seem I'm doing better since I got away from snitches
I'm the rawest, quick the break the lamest
Really all they saw is how quick I broke his rawest
Your dog DJ Paul AKA the K.O.'Em (Memphis)
Slap naggers in they mouth cause they act like women
We out the fucking frizame, we're off the fucking chizain
I keeps me a tone, don't you dare step to me mane
I lives in the south where them thugs outta control
You look off in they mouth you see a whole lotta gold
I love to load clips, I love to shoot guns
I love to load bullets in they back when they run
These niggaz talk shit around they click just for fun
But see 'em in the streets the motherfuckers play dumb, nigga!

[Chorus - 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Wonabees"

"Wonabees"


[Chorus: Project Pat]

Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinkin' Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefin' on green herb
[2x]

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]

I got this clout NOW!
Back in the day, I wasn't here NOW!
Since I been droppin' these verses
I'm out the head
Just like the babies wanna think I'll come home
I'm from the South bloaw,
I got Hypnotize gear on my body, throw on the set
Real quick, y'all squeezin' them triggers we bout to pop (pop)
Any fly lil' mama's boy, who movin' up on the block
Think you the stuff, you think you rough, boy quit playin'
Gangsta Boo know where she stay
Between the nozzle you layin'

[Verse 2: Crunchy Blac]

You tryna wear my shoes
You tryna wear my clothes
You tryna be like me,
I'm tryna be like you bro,
What I'm really tryna say
You got to keep it all real
You can't be takin' no deal
You gotta get you a meal
See it's hard out here,
Peeps'll end ya career
See it's hard out here
People put you in a wheelchair
I'm tryna give you a meal
I'm tryna keep it all real
See you be fakin' a deal
So I'ma let ya see how it feel

[Chorus (2x)]

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]

Thinkin' ya ballin' this bangin'
Ya cold and ya hungry in ya sleep,
You wish that was your life
So y'all been yappin' for a chiefy
Ya greedy and fiendin' to be a happy ?sa-super chi?
But you don't think it because there's plenty
of dues to be paid, up in this industry,
Wanna come in outta nowhere bitch
I kick you on the streets then run in yo ear
And yet you end up wid that set that you claim
To requilinquish? your master start, playa,
I can't play yo album mack,
And everybody can't be on the same thing
And everybody can't be a known rapper
Know what I tell ya exactly

[Verse 4: Juicy J]

In the ghetto we got ghetto stars
Riding in a steamed up car
Lex, wid them tinted windows
Pushing down the Boulevard
In the mouth you see the grill
You face a playa cause he real
Not because he roll and smoke
Or cut some deals, for the bills
Plus I'm tryna stack some G's
Pushing weight like quarter kis
Hey let me ride in that Lexus truck?
Freak you betta hit your knees
Never will I save a broad
Gangsta playas comin' hard
Chickenheads get out my car
I'm leavin' frantic in the park

[Chrous (2x)]

[Verse 5: DJ Paul]

Y'all hatas ain't no killas
Y'all hatas be hoes
Cause neither one is ridin' down blastin
Wid hugs and vogues
Them boys tryna play the hard role
They get a head hole
Them boys shoulda played the smart role
And kept they ass closed
Instead ah sayin', what they saw
What I did, and who I did it to
Who else is in on it?
Who else you told?
I'm yellow paging 'em too
I had it up to here
I'm killin' this bullshit
Y'all fingers on triggers
And all them niggas on bullshit

[Verse 6: Project Pat]

So you wanna be ah,
Playa just like me ah,
Ridin' on tortillahs,
Choppin' up a ki ah,
Project dodgin' lizos,
Glocka in my drizaws,
Optimal after mo never do we pissoz,
Do you have a hizap?,
To unload a trigga,
Crushin' on ya paper,
Thinkin' youse a faker,
Now you got to do 'em
Or get played for a sucka,
Handle that use that gat
Or live like a clucka

[Chorus (4x)]

 

[fox69]

"You Scared Part II"

"You Scared Part II"


[Dj Paul:] Three Six Mafia, you scared 2003 six is goin down

[Intro]
You scared hoe
what what what
You scared hoe
what what what
You scared hoe
what what what
Kickin in the door I make
them bitches hit the floor
for keys

[rpt 2x]

[Dj Paul]
Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up
Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up
Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up
Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up
Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up
Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up
Means I bees the first up on the block I guess to rack it up
Pocket full of stones oh boy I gotta track it up
Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up
But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me wanna keep it up
Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up
Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough
Wishin I could rob me a bank but I ain't theif enough
I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough
That is bout the time I get my back then I need it up
Time to find another boy time I gettin a rita

[Chorus]
I think I got them scared
I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch you scared
I think that they scared of me
I think I got them scared
I think that they scared of me
Kickin in the door I make them
bitches hit the floor for keys

[rpt 2x]

[Juicy J]
Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots
Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock
Stand infront of your house I'm bout to buck you cowards on the spot
Heard you talkin loud at the tuff I guess to gang your pops
Man this ain't no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch
Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop
What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block
The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off
Pass me the gun I take the handle then saw it off
Bust in the bank and make you faint before I knock it off
Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law
I see them fuzz I see we won cause I won it all
So fucken scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh
But we don't care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall
Buckin you blastin you watch you splatter on the fucken wall

[rpt chorus]

[Lord Infamous]
Creepin carefully through the street because it very real in the field
Ain't no love for pity ain't nobody cut you no deal
Everyone I know they do whatever just to get a meal
Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal
Careful of the company you keep everyone a treal
Cause when robbas mobbas double jaw just to bust appeal
You got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field
Guess what I don't hang around the brothas so so mass a gil

[Crunchy Black]
Crunchy Black in this bitch I'm bout to bring the pain
Ain't no gang in my slang do you understand
Mess with me then your messin with the grownest man
Where I'm from from the slum niggaz shootin a thang
On the run now you see me in the papers man
They was tryin to stop a nigga from doin his thang
Cant ya mug is the song that I'm singin man
Hypnotize got me gold diggin for the chain

[rpt chorus]