Three 6 Mafia

[fox69]

"Back Against Da Wal"

"Back Against Da Wal"


[Lord Infamous]
My name is the scarecrow
busters they approach they really don't know me too well
I put in the 50 round magazine watchin them spin as I empty the shells
bodies are smackin the mud busters are constantly donating blood
I pull the sawed off out my coat pump it twice and watch each tear 'em up n' run

oh no we do not mind my part in genocide
oh no we do not mind committing homicide

Although the way you live inside you must die
the scarecrow will try his best to take your life
because I know you will try to take mine
I do onto others before they do onto me
and my fingers refuse to release on the squeeze trigger on the ni ne milli
Cause suckers be trying to take all the things you been working so hard for
but I can hit the floor I would rather go out in the smoke
and so I'll do what I'll have to do I don't want to kill you yet I will fool
before Lord Infamous take a fall I'll spray all of y'all
aww mang
they got my back against the wall

[Chorus]
Ohh that's how it is in the ghetto
(I got my back against the wall wall.. wall)
All the player haters and jealousy in the ghetto
Childrens crying homies dieing
(I got my back against the wall wall.. wall)
It's how it is in the ghetto

[Hook x4]
pop pop pop
..another trick sucka dropped

[DJ Paul]
A quarter after twelve I'm still cruising down on back streets
on my job a dead buyer already lies on the passenger seat
just did one for the money now I'll do two for the showing
when I drop the third body I'm get ready hit the road
I'm spendin bloody money in the streets cause that's all
that I got from ones I've laid in the past and the new heads I just cracked
but all had to go sour when some fools tried to rush
the tables turning before my eyes now its me they trying to touch
I put the pedal to the mizzetal strap my fo fifty five my seventy two
I looked up in the rear view they still comin
those fools must got one too
comin up on the side its on
I feel they can't be with a dead buyer's trance
pump fell on my lap I'm liftin it up they getting my steel they started lettin 'em off
I tried to ram 'em the telephone post on the sidewalk
I got a touch as the chrome smacked I laughed as them fools take a fall
not even tho my roster for the day but my back was against the wall

[Chorus]
Ohh that's how it is in the ghetto
(I got my back against the wall wall.. wall)
When a gun is to your head there's nothing left to be said in the ghetto
you better watch your back cause you might get car jacked
(I got my back against the wall wall.. wall)
That's how it is in the ghetto

[Hook x4]
pop pop pop
..another trick sucka dropped

[Juicy J]
I'm that fool you don't know I'm that one you can't see
thatl' be scopin wit that gat infrared behind the trees you gon drop to your knees
you gon yell brother please all the police on your force gon be scared to witness me
when you see me in the traffic psychopathic killer addict
kid-nappin MPds choppin heads off wit the hatchet
throwin 'em in a rotted ditch while the night is filled with mist
mystic styles bout the killers from the six double six

[Koopsta Knicca]
In the alleys not a bum just a gang creepin low
fourty four is the two pluggin hoes in the fro'
break the law on the slow cop cause I'm down to blast
paul and infamous scrub wit the nine and they left plus the stash
crunchy black at the hideout smokin quarter pounds
(smothered by the weed bomb)
first contestants fallin down flag covered up over the casket
which we leavin a dead cop surrender no cousin a friend a son
sooner no matter your crews gon' drop

[Chorus]
Ohh that's how it is in the ghetto
(I got my back against the wall wall.. wall)
Mothers crying cause their babies are dieing in the ghetto
one time some are straight some from the tek
Ohh in the ghetto yeah

[Juicy J]
Yeah best believe it three six mafia in the house for the nine five
with the all new gime some family bring it to your dope fool
till it just don't pay no mo'
We out

 

[fox69]

"Barrin' You Bitches"

"Barrin' You Bitches"


I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches

[DJ Paul]
My nigga silent night, deadly night
That's when I start when I start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man then I toss the dynamite
Bitches yall ain't got the guns
Bitches yall ain't got the funds
Fuckin' around with Three to Six I'll make you niggas duck and run
Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys
Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga
Make his eyes close I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes

[Gangsta Boo]
I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin'
Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin'
How you bumpin' our shit then you turn around an you diss?
You wouldn't want to step we been in this shit you rookie bitch
Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy
I ain't sayin your name you know who you are Lil' Boy
In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan

I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches

[Juicy J]
Now I ain't fucked up bout these niggas dissin'
Cause a nigga givin these blessings
See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a fuckin' weapon
Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player
Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later
Probably I should call the boys
Tell them to bring them toys
We gonna bust them bitches and fold them up like aluminium foil
And keep loadin them guns
Takin em one by one
Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks until the job is done

[Lord Infamous]
Take em' on a lyrical holocaust
Infamous is just our mafia boss
Nigga walk around with his head blown off
Call me the wicked ass lord of farce
Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart
Infamous coke has got no heart
Coming through the hoe ain't no motherfuckin boss
Fall to the earth ?
Hoes be froze in a permanent dose
These bitches blow me outta their clothes
Call me the nigga with the dirty nose
That will unload a 44 up to the foes
Ain't no playin with you motherfuckin hoes
Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know
But the infamous know you
So and So and Toe and Toe I take the flow

I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches

[Koopsta Knicca]
Ahh... ? dress up on my head see, heard dat?
Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga hell yeah
Jumped up out the bed cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard?
? 4 clickas ain't going out like no bitch
Ain't no ? out this place like that fog up in my face
Ain't no rollin' like no sissy
Ain't no busta bitch, OK?
Grab that gat cocked and handle like they think that I'm crazed
So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid

I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches

 

[fox69]

"Be A Witness"
(feat. Killa Klan Kaze)

"Be A Witness"
(feat. Killa Klan Kaze)



[Chorus]
Killa Klan, come get this, big business, motherfucker be a witness

[K-Rock from Killa Klan Kaze]
Now I was coming in up in Memphis on that muthafuckin real shit
Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all my dues to Triple the 6
Scan Man might take your ass, slowly grab the pistol grip
See Crunchy Black up in the back loading up my extra clip
Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no murder case
I pulled over, grabbed my glizzock, took my hand and popped tthe car
DJ Paul looked at me, nervously without a sweat
Carlo Haywood got his check, robbed the dope mane broke his neck
Ox and vogues put up on hoes, stinging like a bumble bee
European Chevy Thang pop out woodgrain leather seats
South Memphis Killa Playas, we got brand new tapes for sale
"Mystic Stylez" bumpin loud, in the South we bring a crowd
Chevy Thang finna go clean, car jack wit the fuckin pump
Cuz show me love, K-Rock locked 'em in the fuckin trunk
Damn I'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuts on my hand
Maybe I'll be savin babies, fuck my lady I'm the man
Rappin' aint no fuckin thang, triple 6 be biggity-bangin'
Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it woulda been ol' K-Rock
Finna be cockin', attackin' and poppin'
and droppin' these coppers like enemy niggas
That can't pull a trigger, I figure this pimpin'
that's leavin' them limp the Triple 6
Now I'm back when I been on the track wit the Scarecrow
Cuz the DJ Paul pop in the clip, no slippin' you're trippin I'm taking no lip
Niggas are droppin their musical styles
Killa Klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin 'em when they ??? pimpin'
Triple 6 done warned your ass, bitch we have no fuckin witness, fuckin witness

[Chorus x4]

[MC Mack from Killa Klan Kaze]
I got a street sweeper just to keep these playa hater niggas up off my back
But yet I'm always the center of attention, pimpin' ass nigga known as MC Mack
You best believe I'm packin ammunition for these busta snitches
Stangin, robbin, ain't no thang, a pimp done went from rags to riches
Hustling on the track, my ends is stackin, cuz I'm breakin heifers
Make my cheese, bitch break your knees (god-DAAAMN!) the pimpin mack is clever
Bustas trying to playa hate me, but they cannot aggravate me
Droppin salt off in my game, but MC Mack will never change
I'm chiefin like an Indian and thats the type of stage I'm in
I'm blastin wit this ??? trick, we stingin like a fuckin wasp
Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me, buck your bitch ass, pull your card
We creepin late at night with them thangs on the roody-poo,
trick lets see who's hard
I ask myself the question why these watermelon niggas want test my pimpin
Jealous cuz I'm ridin on gold and sweatin these hoes up out they clothes
So brace yourself for the impact of the Mack, this aint the first of the month
And we breakin bones in half, and blastin bitches
Hoe so be a witness, be a witness

[Chorus x4]

[Scan Man from Killa Klan Kaze]
There's no love up in a nigga when I'm creepin for a killing
When you bitches slips, the Mac-10 clicks, buckin bitches with no patience
So in a minute that's when you lie dead , runnin through your crest, bullets
fled Ripping and stripping [???] and worn to shreds
Pimp shit killa Scan the Man, I leave them bitches scared from horror
Of the corpses that I torture sufferer, in them chambers
The mourning, the crying, cuz eternally they torment
The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits bitch
I'm raising back up on you niggas real quick just like the evil dead
My master whatever powers to devour you bitches that burn in hell
I'm clickin with madness from the Triple 6 killa demons
The anger that's in me has got me spittin bitches crazed man
I'm lurkin I'm creepin, here come the Scan Man
Sneakin in to drop a Mac-10 bomb and leave bodies in a slum
The Killa Klan massacre, leavin them bitches to rot in them ditches
When vengeance of demons slit young bitches and rip them, in pieces
No love bitch

[Chorus till end]

 

[fox69]

"Beatem To Da Floor"

"Beatem To Da Floor"


[Juicy J]
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you niggas, 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 you all to whoop his bitch ass
Man you know what I'm saying, beat his motherfucking ass
To the ground like a motherfucker man fuck this bitch ass

[DJ Paul]
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
'cause 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 little 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

[Pre-chorus:]
I'm gonna' whoop this nigga
I'm gonna' whoop this nigga
I'm gonna' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
I'm gonna' rob this boy, I'm gonna' mob this boy
I'm gonna' call the fucking killers do a job on this boy

[Chorus:]
We gonna' beat em to the floor, we gonna' beat em to the floor [x4]

[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 triple 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 it's 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

[Juicy J]
'cause 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 niggas be pullin'
The whole cart, so mister big player mister big time player
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

[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Big Mouth, Big Talk"

"Big Mouth, Big Talk"


[Chorus 4x]
What's up, big mouth, big talk, big game
Teacher pet, taking aim, pump the tech, I'm taiking aim

[Pastor Troy]
Triple six 99 a bitch but fuck it
Creep up on them pussy niggaz hit the lights and the button
Don't you love it shit Pastor Troy DSGB
I represent it with my nigga from what (Tennessee)
The enemy of the state I'm keeping nothing but weight
I top grind on these niggaz quit actin like it's straight
And niggaz fake but I tell them niggaz fuck ya'll
I dump your pussy ass and flip it with my nigga Paul
Who can you conversation you see me pacing
And you can run and run but I'll be waiting
And you can bet I represent it for the southeast
Until death on the motherfucking beat triple six

[Chorus 4x]

[Pastor Troy]
I started rolling at the early age I heard it paid
So I made an investment, all my money was spent on buying drugs
And giving hugs to broads checking for bud
Because I'm dodging the law
I never saw and may I kept a kind the rest was raw
I had a proper ass (?)
I stole the show I didn't know I'd be judged
That's on the low and Pastor Troy praise God
Cause I concealed and my intentions to spill who ever will
Please step up and be killed
Don't think I'm real just to show that blood is red
Ain't no way till you finished just 16 shots in ya head
Ya'll scared

[Chorus 4x]

[T-Rock]
In the land of ATL, run shelves, crack sells for clientele
Brutally your head swell all who oppose get sent to hell
Midrange make ways to stay paid with AK's
Sin folks reload or enter heavy scapeways
We probably get robberies wit 12 gauge technology
So I kill blood spill I show no local modesty
Drop em G pay a fee doing combat killing enemies
Shot heads with infa reds so much death fuck a injury
I specialize and funeralize all the guys my clique despise
Full clip busted in between your eyes symbolize that its surely mine
When I bust my shells hoe leave you stuck like velcro
Throwing blows and elbows them tie that trick to the railroads
Bruise the bitch then shoot the trick now who's the snitch to get crucifixed
Clips and shit be super thick to inform you we ain't new to this
Blaze weed my tendencies bury MC's with jealousy
Assign to kill and steel I keep Pastor preaches eulogy

 

[fox69]

"Bin Laden"

"Bin Laden"


[Juicy J talking]
Mane check this shit out we was up in Chicago right
With my nigga big hemp, you know what I'm 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 it's three different
Kinds of weed all grown together that shit some straight killer
Them Chicago niggas 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 niggas I know
I speed it up on weed I slowed it down on snow
'Cause I seen so many niggas fall of that blow
One day they got it all and ain't got shit to show
So often nasal my nazzle, I had to cut that hoe
But now I'm feeling happy I'm on that binny Bin Laden
And niggas 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 If I O.D.'d 'cause this some potent 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 niggas I shouldn't hung with
The picture starting to fade it's getting hard to breathe
I'm blacking out with no pulse up under my shirt 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 your 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 niggas in the hood they got it
Take one little puff you're 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 it's glowing like it's indigo I smell it through the bag
I'm floating like a magic carpet straight from Baghdad
From my brains from my blood from my lungs from the dutches
Can't just let this reefer just escape from my a clutches
'Cause it's the substance I'm loving I'm buzzing
Smoking like a narven huffing and puffing
This ain't Indonesian, Colombian or kaliman
It's a Bio Weapon 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 your 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]

 

[fox69]

"Blow A Nigga's Ass Off"

"Blow A Nigga's Ass Off"


[Chorus]
Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, Fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off
Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, Fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off
Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, Fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off
Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, Fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off

I aint on this shit
Quick with my fuckin gat
Blow a nigga ass off
Bitch thats just how i react
I'm a real nigga all about my fuckin killin
You busters with that animosity
Yo cap I'm feelin
I'm from the grove with my 4
See I stay straped
Never slip and see no Memphis niggaz on the map
I got that gauge 38 and that four five glock
Deep in the bushes see I'm scooping with that red dart
You try to run I'm a get my glock and blast you
This is a blow a nigga ass off part two

Kill a bitch
Fuck a hoe
Do or Die in the nine for
R.I.D.G.E.G.R.O.V.E bring this to the door
No love loss bitch
North Memphis in the fuckin house
Fuckin bustin bitches
Now you hoes gotta run your mouth
My glock is like a pump
Motherfucker quick
Trizit, bizit I just glizit
Gonna blizit on my dizit
Now hoes better recognize
the glock aint no fuckin joke
Little pretty boy smile
The glock child is going out in fuckin smoke
Ridge grove in this bitch
Hoes gotta pay the cost
North Memphis takin over blowin niggaz ass off

 

[fox69]

"Body Parts"
(feat. HCP)

"Body Parts"
(feat. HCP)



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

[Hook]
Kill 'em and rob 'em and beat 'em and
dump all these body parts into my trunk

[DJ Paul]
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!

[Crunchy Blac]
Ain't never been a motherfuckin bitch
Hypnotized here just to get that grip
Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a bitch
Yall niggaz walk cuz ya walk like a bitch
Now aint that some shit ya hatin on this click
You gon make a nigga get up wit cha bitch
Split yo wig oh yes I did
I told you you don't want it with a Hard Hitta kid!

[Boogie Mane]
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

[Frayser Boy]
These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow
Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha merked ho
Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I work fo
Paul & Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro
Comin wit the pistols is easy we can get you guys
Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy its the Hypnotize
HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low
If you know what I know run that shit to my doe

[Lil Wyte]
We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers
If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker
But yall know yall done heard all that befo
Yall 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 up
Tape hog tied wrong place wrong time
Hypnotized Minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind

[Lil Chrome]
All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already know
I'm the truth and out the booth never been a ho
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 muhfucker ask my mama who made me
A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know they can't fade me
I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & Juicy who pay me

[Granddaddy Souf]
Well its ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) call me Mr. Man
Fuckin all 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

[Juicy J]
You can't be like me slangin D cuz I'm hurtin ya
No competition with the Juice cuz its curtains
It ain't nothin shakin but some pimps in this bizitch
Thats why you muggin and yo face lookin pizzissed
Stay bflippin 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 wit some Jack-Jack
My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side

[Project Pat]
They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num
Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at them
Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam
Niggaz rob kill steal for the ghet-ty 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

[DJ Paul]
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
Thats because they record company wouldn't spend dough
Yeah my label got a hook up wit MTV
But they just keep forgettin to tell 'em bout me
They try to play like it's love and its family
But all my marketing dollars goin to {****}
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...

 

[fox69]

"Body Parts"

"Body Parts"


[K RoC ]
Hoe, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me
Throw a chump
and run a man through da crowd
He gonna give me sumthin
Brap Rap my niggas
And step em when K- Rocin
Dont fuck with dis, see
See if u wit me
if u wit me
mon
We buck em down
We buck em down
Only one
Comin out of that back door
slangin my yae-o
rollin on them po-poes
dropin that viper
smokin that indo
makin that bank roll
Stupid ass bithes
dont you know
Killa Klan Kaze playas makin them profits
Hoe

[MC Mac]
chillin down on the lower level
waitin for my time to come
with this fool
a million styles
maybe i just might make bond
release me on my own
???? bak on the streets
with no employment
no doubt
without no cheese up in my pocket
tell me how can I have enjoyment
throughout my life
say mo shit
knowin MC Mac dont love no bitch
because if I loved them
I cant trust em
breakin this rocks gonna make me rich
the Kaze
my Klan
my click
must buck
cuz theres no testin us
pop em and drop em
lock em and top em
all up in my trunk

[M Child]
dynamite I'm tossin
hatas crossin
its da end bitch
u runnin into bullet proof
hoe, we still da Triple 6
Prophet to da P
earsin niggas that wanna skrive
with flows of horror
I'm droppin like Steven Speilberg
deep into da mound
aint nuttin but killas up in da dark
I'm creepin with the hatchet
with slicin bodyparts in da park
moon full of blood
could it be another Jeffrey Dahmer
I'm sneakin
and creepin
and blowin up shit like da Una Bomber
BITCH

[Indo G]
rollin wit da devil on da level
dig yo ditch
Bitch
hitch
wit da hi-ka
on da mi-ka
I'll make youre ass wish
hicorky
dickory
dock
ass i pull out my glock
and i'm ready to pop
on de bitch
sissy muthafucka
brinin da ruckus
i'm brining my niggas because we dont stop dis shit
yea do Triple 6
brang it real
real
mutafuka down to pack a steal
still i fuk a fly
I pac a real
real on da mic
like Evander Holyfeild

[Crunchy Black]
theres no cries in my life
theres no game that i would play
some people say that if u play a game
then man you get em played
back on you
I thought u knew
you shouldn't have neva dissed this click
the 3 6 Mafia
we popin
slugs
that got u bitches sick

[Koopsta Knicca]
I've neva be brothin
Koopsta stands out from the niggas
who thinkin they hard
I flow up to star
bust in like you da boss
Kaze got my back
now watch how quickly I react wit that
boom boom boom
nigga
rat-tat-tat-tat
Juicy,Paul,and Scarecrow
are rollin in that bucket low
and they causin some static
so they reached and grabbed them 44s
fuckin wit my nigga Black
hes stackin
plus his pimpin
got real on da peal
hoes gonna feel me

[Lord Infamous]
shut the fuck up bitch
its Infamous
youre ass betta not scream
dont make me hafta wipe
urer muthafuckin brains off my sheets
I'm gonna burn u
watch u burning
like my bad dreams
give you to da beast in the pit of hades
thunder rolls
stormy black clouds
I stole the 7th seal
then the angel cried
thats Scarecrow
i love u
I wanna bang with u forever
but u too evil though
we gonna give u to the devil

[Gangsta Boo]
whats up do u wanna come against me
do u wanna get ure ass earsed off the m-a-p
devils daughter comin out
nigga betta watch out
because you got the queen of sins
nigga I'm gonna turn it out
comin to u mean
because its in me to fuck u up
listen here dude
its a ride
so just buckle up
smokin on a fuckin blunts
till my minds about to blow
motherfuck the universe
because we brought u da end, hoe

[Juicy J]
first I want to grab a nigga by his neck
drag em to my fuckin set
take the nigga blow
and his cheese
and them cigarettes
put my gun up to his nose
tie em up form head to toe
take the bitch to EverGreen
throw em in da bayou
call my niggas
D and Blue
Project Pat yall know what to do
creep through the streets
with them thangs
blast on any fool
Triple 6 killas
in this motherfucker runnin shit
if u wanna playa hate the click
then you done with

[Gangsta Blac]
gotta keep my head up
no need for me to stop it
get stuck
so ruck wit luck
as to rollin
because Gansta Blac cant get fucked
look fool we creepin on Ken
from Martin Luther and we wit me
aint nuttin but Prophet and thugs
and S-P-Vs all up in me
rimie sippin
while trippin
while rippin coners wit Juice
women rippin
while dippin
and aint no stoppin this dude
so if yo bank aint on swoll
aint no stoppin the Prophet
thats who was straight for the eight
and look who in it and out it
nigga

[DJ Paul]
look in da eyes of a mad man
shoot em in the head man
level on dat coco
Playa stata calla
da balla
Killa Man
fill the man with slugs
when I'm full of drugs
trust I'm on ya fool
drug and a fuck em up
cant stand
in the first round fool
down and what u learned to do
but you aint got the right tools
clowin on ure new C.D.
now hoe tell me what that proved
I aint seen shit new
check ya bunch of bodies out of film
hoe
the Prophet Posse let ya live
we'll kill ya next year

[Chorus x4]

kill em
and robb em
and beat em
and dump all they bodyparts into my trunk
WHOOP
WHOOP

all the niggas that was in da shit
just diss niggas and give shouts out to they hoods

 

[fox69]

"Body Parts 2"

"Body Parts 2"


[dj paul]
Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka
Prophet motherfuckin' posse hoe
Three 6 mafia, m-child
A whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this shit
You wanna fuck a hoe
Then wait until you're back
When the war's gone bitch
You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas
Thinkin' that i'm for the 9-7
Once again, it's on
Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch
Woow, woow, woow woow woow woo

[dj paul]
Now when they comes to the hood
I be like black in my zone
Now when it comes to parts of the body
I got more (??)
In the middle of fashion i got to keep it like rockin'
And people callin' it green
That smoke how much i like it
Again it's up to him
I need to let some shots off
and dj paul with teflon also take that bulletproof off
But when they jump, i pump
To put some murderin' punks
And then i dump all his bodyparts into my trunk

Scarecrow
Play
I'ma terror from the end
I'll watch that body explode
If they retaliate i blast
I think about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though
Don't you know
I want to get rid of those faked up hoes
It's the city of memphis
Watch me witness how this nigga unload
Rage make me regularly, force me blood
I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge
I'm nuts
You got no crips
You got no heart
You niggas from the start
I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts

[gangsta boo]
Wussup mista trick
Do you wanna get with this
Pimp type ass bitch down with the triple 6
My lexus trunk or viper
Prophet posse nothin' nicer
In this fuckin' body parts through the air
Fuck you playa hatin punks
I was layin' on the top
Look at the billboard charts
Prophet posse takin' over
Nigga now we got you high

[m-child]
I don't know you,
Why the fuck you all in my grill,
I'm stayin, buck on you
Niggaz say you so so treal,
You ain't no killa,
My lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep,
Sleepin' with the lights on,
Hoe you contious of me,me and about 80 mo' muthafuckaz who comin',
4 and 5 vans deep, while ya bitch ass runnin',
We be the prophet devilish and meanin' click so tight,
M-child orange mound,
Smokin' out evey night...bitch!!!!

[juicy j]
I met this fool last week
Who said he slangin' double keys
Also had a group of bustin' all tall and some like, green ink
What you think
I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree
So i drove a low key car
Tryin' to fool the streets
Curve after curve
I return tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour i be chippin' up my bag of herbs
(??) herb ak's all kinds a guns
Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run

[scanman]
please don't test these murderers
Slugs i will pump at your gut
Scan from the killa klan kaze
I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride then play a game
What's the game
The game of names
Now which, which one would you choose
Which ever you choose you lose, you lose

[droopy drew dog]
First time on the maximum, don't be a trick
To see them hatas talk shit but they don't know the deal
Dope sella
B h p's while i dwella
They looked into the barrel of my chin black barretta
Ratta tatta is all you heard
To see you niggas comin' up
In the (??)
But watch the game
Cause you don't got no friends
Droopy drew dog self made to the end

[crunchy blac]
Check this here
Niggas will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel
They don't feel
What i feel, then i fill
Them buck will
Bullet lead two to the head
Then i lay them in graves
That i dig
Just for them
Yes it is

[project pat]
Slammin' bones, throwin' leaks
Puttin' bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck
Down we prophet click
Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas
Mossberg slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We ridin' drinkin' dankin' bodies stankin' i can smell them well
And if the police pull us over
I'm the first to bail

[indo g]
Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead
While i drop this track
I flack (??) i'm straight from very bone
To the motherfucka filin' out
I'm the first
See triple 6, it's`on
Bitch every mud up in a source bone
I don't wanna kill a motha, betta get a motherfucker for talkin' that
Shit
Huh, i don't wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker for
Crossin' my click bitch
Boogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brains
On the motherfuckin' wood grain nigga
Pullin' the trigga like uhh die nigga uhh die nigga

[k roc]
Motherfucker
K roc i dump but what i see in my trunk
See me after killa klan
Seein' that k roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green
Prophet posse my niggas
Gimme that forty glock
In my (??) pullin' that trigga
I see traitors lookin' at playa hatas
Fakin' while we blast our gat
I don't know where you're at
But hata i better witness a (??)
If a nigga don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch
I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk