Three 6 Mafia

[fox69]

"Break Da Law "95""

"Break Da Law "95""


[Chorus]
Break da law, break da law...

[DJ Paul]
Nigga recognize them Triple 6 shit
It's so fuckin' thick
We gotta lay it down
We gotta spray
We gotta break ya bitch
Comin' up stays on my mind
So we gotta drop a busta
A playa hatin' nigga or a crooked cop
Run up
If ya wanna
It aint no thang I put my gun up
Midnight to sun up
Still break you manne in that M
Tha M-Town
Niggas get buck Non stop
fuck off and learn the real meanin of a plastic Glock
G Gotta touch 'em gotta grab 'em cuz I think hes bailin
L Lay 'em down no remorse come with me to hell
O Overnight we be rich when we tell the trick
C Catch ya slippin' he's so soft do a man quick
K Killas on my payroll I gotta stay straight
19 If us fear from work there's no need to trade
Tha Three 6 Mafia real niggas know
Slaw in Memphis Tennessee
We down to break da law bitch..

[Chorus]
Break da law, break da law...
Comin up from the back buckin' niggas down
Comin comin up from the back buckin' niggas down
Comin up from the back buckin' niggas down
Cause when you duck we hit you with the bat

[DJ Paul]
Pass me tha Glock so I can get buck
A mean frown stay on my face cuz I dont give a fuck
Loced out afro
And a big Fila coat
14 carat gold
Smile and a bone around my throat
Glock 19 is tucked nicely down my fruit of the looms
For them niggas that trick it in
Im stickin' up them tracks they boom
Shakin' like a mothafucka when I lock you down tight
In tha Chevy trunk with nothin' but next to dig for yo life
Fool it ain't no game you gotta die the devil sent me
Six in yo chest who's next?
No niceness in me
Tha killas up in my crew they take no shit
Niggas you better run
We bout it bitch
No nigga dont play
[We roll with automatic guns]
Step up with the hoe shit
Nigga we gotta close shop
[Juice on the bugler do a 9 leavin' you hoes to rott]
Big cam with a punk
Malekie with a attitude
Smith & Wesson in his hand
Blowed tha bitch out his shoes
Break da law

[Chorus]

[Juicy "J"]
[x4]
Southside Northside Westside Eastside

Get buck mothafucka Get Buck...

 

[fox69]

"Click Bang"

"Click Bang"


[Chorus: repeat 4X]
CLICK! Bang bang [repeat 3X]
CLICK! Bang bang to yo' motherfuckin brain hoe

[Verse One]
I told them haters hate on, Three 6 Mafia strong
Stronger than ever ever since they've been gone, I've been better
FUCK THEM FAKERS and them tag-along fakers
Smilin in my face but got my enemy on your MySpace
I cain't understand how these niggaz live with theyself
Deal with theyself, what they need to do is kill theyself
BLAOW~! Suicide is a good {?} ano
At your funeral for free, I play the piano
Rest in pieces you niggaz shriek like breezes
Got mo' crosses than churches, heart smaller than a fetus
You need us, you're nuttin, you're zero, you're zip, you're nada
I'm 22 on the Rolls, you da hubcaps on an Impala

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
I'ma creep up on this fool, put this gun to his head
Tell him give me all your jewelry, all your dope, all your bead
All the coke that you brought in, the weed that you brought in
And if I cain't get answers say hello, to my lil' friend
You fakin like you ball and brawl and shotcall
I'm that fool that break jaws and all the state laws
Stupid rappers get your check, buy rims and what's next?
Need to get a place to live, a crib, cause you ain't shit
With your mixtapes, niggaz hate, say they real, but they ain't
Catch them somewhere face to face, then they run from place to place
Club hoppin, mall shoppin, gettin hot, sales dropppin
Now you wanna sober up and tell these niggaz you got fucked

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Corner Man"

"Corner Man"


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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"D-Suckin'-H"
(feat. DJ Paul, Gangsta Boo, Juicy J)

"D-Suckin'-H"
(feat. DJ Paul, Gangsta Boo, Juicy J)



[Gangsta Boo talks]

[Gangsta Boo]
What'd up nigga how you doing
Can you hit me on that late nite tip
Can we hook up somethin' for yo' tongue to touch my pussy lips
(Eat it)
Why not eat it can you feel me bursting full of joy
Can you feel me cummin' like I'm runnin' for the mayor boy
(Stoppin)
You be poppin' game let me bang that pussy mane
You can get the keys to the Range
Boo it ain't no thang
(Yeah)What I'm sayin',naw I'm playin',be for real dude
I ain't trippin' off ya fuckin' car I'm a baller too
(Hit me)If you wanna hook up like we some major playas
Call me and I'll see you later
Ah there goes my fuckin' pager
Nigga what's the dilly
Do you want me to step up to you
I be trippin' how it is so easy to persuade you
Game you need plenty of look as if you were a scrub
I be wantin' thuggy,thug love
You be none above
Cowards that devours now you know you need to get rid of that
Comin' over Gangsta Boo house
Bet you'll eat my cat

[Chorus-2x]
[DJ Paul]
Dick suckin' hoe,nut suckin' hoes
Hoes,hoes they ain't nuthin' but hoes
Gangsta Boo
Pussy eatin' niggas,broke ass niggas
Niggas,niggas ain't nuthin' but niggas

[Juicy J]
Hangin' on the corner wit' my nigga P
Just across the street
Walkin' up a freak
I heard her name Gretchen
Her pussy tight and gripping
Straight from the hood so we call her chicken
Lookin' like her mother,smellin' like her granny
Switchin' wit' a skirt
Never wearin' panties
Said she want a friend to screw her at summer inn
Hydro weed and a case of henn
Take her to a room,next thing ya know
A nigga hit the do' like he on that blow
I was havin' fun tryin' to get her tongue
Then he pulled a gun so I had to run
Call up on the boys smokin' on the pound
Rolled through his hood left him in the ground
Make another stop house of the slut
Walked in the crib beat the bitch up

[Chorus-2x]

[Gangsta Boo]
Chillin' in Miami
Where da bitch at
I'm layin' back
Restin' up to party a club where da stars at
You got that,don't act like you don't when you hit this
You know that,you licked on my pussy you trick bitch
So left bitch,you dig this my pimp shit is too thick
For me to be fuck with so fuck all that gossip
And watch this not topless but Boo bitch so sexy
God bless me,undress thee and open express thee
Lips of the pussy that got you niggas beggin'
(I) I don't give a fuck about you guys(guys)
Like an evil spy(spy)
(Why)Why should it matter
(If) If we out together night
When you wanna eat some pussy
Are you gonna call me or not(call me or not)
I do not love'em though(though)
Ya'll know how the story goes(goes)
You why the fuck I put you lames(lames)
I be a better hoe (hoe)
Hoeing for my bitches that be representin'
I got ya back(I got ya back)
Cause I be representin'
Real shit bring the chorus back

[Chorus-6x]

 

[fox69]

"Da First Date"
(feat. Koopsta Knicca, Tear Da Club Up Thugs)

"Da First Date"
(feat. Koopsta Knicca, Tear Da Club Up Thugs)



[Intro]
(Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good)
[Man:] So what's up with you right now?
[Girl:] What you mean what's up with me? What's up with you?
[Man:] I'm trying to find out what you want to do
[Girl:] I think I need to go home chill out, relax
[Man:] I think you need to go with me and lay down and relax with me
[Girl:] Naw it's too early for that
[Man:] Too early? I been thinking about it for a long time
[Girl:] But I just met you I don't do that...on the first date
[Man:] Been with a man you should have been doing it girl, what's wrong with
you?
[Girl:] What's wrong with you? You ain't getting none

[DJ Paul]
The shit started off real well
Real swell the bitch was talking lovely
She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8:30
It'll be my first time hitting this bitch I gotta work
I call me nigga Big L for about two ounces to serve
I jumped in some kinda fresh smelling like is it me?
I'm thinking I know I'm anxious this bitch is beeping me
This one right here is too wheezy I'm damn near scared of that
But I'ma let you boys know when I take care of that
I'm pulling up to the crib lights out
I hit her Nextel celli tell her to come on out
Stepping out of the crib sexy looking bad as hell
I'm knowing goddamn well I'm bout to get in that tail
So we pulled out first stop J&S liquor store
Don't you play no games young boy you know that's where I gotta go
She talking about going back to my crib but that ain't trying to happen
I changed the subject poured another cup and I kept on yapping
Jumped on the title of six hoping the hoe peeps game
Hickeys all over her neck so I know she got a man
I'm coming out can we fuck? I'm on my period
Bitch the lies
So I dropped the trick off at the first stop sign
And I'ma holla hoe

[Chorus]
My conversates
I'm trying to fuck on the first date
Weaving all on that oil but still you hesitate
I'm wasting time with this funk ass bitch
Riding round with this drunk ass bitch
Hoe let it bump

[Juicy J]
Chicken chicken
Don't be tripping
When I'm bout to spit this pimping
Stacking cheese and counting up easy cause you know I'm into winning
Heard your niggas like a pigeon
Punk ass faggotts always switching
See that Lexus that he ride in
I got that strapped on my wrist'n
Come on hoe and stop the fronting
Keep my dick from jumping jumping
Take a shot of fifths and liquor
But I can't be buying nothing
Where I'm from I can't be saying
Cause I'm just to cheap for paying
Can't be hanging drinking drinking
With this guru what a behavior (moan)
Bout to ball the troops to college
Watching haters ow they be falling
Looking for the freaky freakys
That be chewing the dick and swallowing
We can take a short'n riding
Through the cut to reach your housing
We can ride down to the river
While you work on using your mouth'n
Everybody know you going
Bet you probably saying oh no'n
Then I'm gonna teach you lessons
Stranglin all to death and rowing
And your sister know she with it
Cause she let me nigga hit it
Then she get the licking licking
Then she have to pay to quit it

[Chorus(x2)]

[Lord Infamous]
Bitch I don't wanna just hold hands
And listen to slow jams
I'm not with that romance
Or candle light slow dance
Hoe why don't you take a chance?
Ain't like you ain't fucked before
Come out those tight ass pants
Stop thinking that I won't call no more
Don't listen to the rumors that Lord will school ya and slide
You wanna wine and dine
But don't wanna bump and grind
There's plenty hoes that wanna bone
So next time we don't get it on
The next time you phone
You gets a dial tone bitch

[Koopsta Knicca]
There's many bitches that's fine as fuck
Tell me how many dicks that they done sucked? (say what?)
Them pretty bitches that like to suck
No telling, tell me how many niggas they done fucked? (say what?)
One to the honey bitch over in the corner
Two to the bitch on the porch
Take 'em to the bathroom
Dick them in the fucking moon
Make 'em 'til their toes rub on this side fuck
What the fuck you want though?
Could it be my back room door wide open
Naw you know that'd make me mad
The cheese in my pocket please for the head on the dash
Koopsta Knicca sleeping on the bitch on the weekend weekend

[Chorus(x2)]

[DJ Paul:]
Hoe get up out my shit!
Ugly bitch I aint wanna fuck your little stanking ass anyway bitch
Only reason I man motherfucking
Man took your motherfucking ass and babysitted you all night bitch
'Cause my nigga was trying to fuck you
Motherfucking dike ass greedy little ugly drunk
Stanking breath ass bitch
Cigarette smoking ass hoe
Get the fuck up out my car bitch!
(Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good...)

 

[fox69]

"Da Summa"

"Da Summa"


[Intro: Lord Infamous]
Uh- uhh, the Three 6 Mafia.
Loungin' in the studio.
Finna' give y'all a little demonstration
of how we kick it here in the M-town
Finna' drop somethin' like this......

[DJ Paul]
See in Memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back
In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, I'm blowin' the pack
Hittin' the park about three, sometimes a little later
The last day of the week and they couldn't any greater
They leavin' the park and hittin' the South Park strip. RIDE
The South Gatin' skatin' ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin' our underground rap tapes
Paul and Juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldn't wait
We back at the crib sweatin' into the room
W-30's as [?] in every scenes we use
Straight from the 4 track, two and simple cassette
That's through a pimpsta's mode.
Now it's time to hit the stereos stores and collect
We at the club Friday's and Saturday's special request made
Me and Juice Man hit the tables, scooped the Scarecrow off the stage
Bangin' so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight
They usually made us close up early that night, In Da Summa. In Da Summa

[Chorus]
Pimpin' my grooves, We got to ride
Ridin' through the door with my homies gettin' smoked out. In Da Summa. [x4]

[Koopsta Knicca]
Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog
Me, Scarecrow, Crunchy, Skinny G, and all my bothaz call
Fly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin' blunts
Black Glocks that's in the ride fiendin' for a homicide
Some Tanqueray grab my yey mess with little [?]
That's how we always did it since I was a troubled kid
But we don't stop cuz our heart is pumpin' blood like thunder
No man up in the trauma, head is broken In Da Summa

[Lord Infamous]
Some of the Scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me ease
Until the night fall breeze
Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets
Grab my Uzi up Indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze
Don't want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt
And my automatic gats in case I had to dig up a plot of dirt
Then hit Paul up on his home
Tell him to bring his slow ass on
So we can hit the honey comb before the ganja's gone, Da Summa

[Chorus x4]

[Juicy J]
Pass to little J, Koop. Then let's take a ride and shoot
To the high school, North Side where the playaz rule
I'm scopin' all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch.
"Can I get ya numba"

[Gangsta Boo] "I gotta man"

[Juicy J]
Well I'm a holla trick
Ballin down violent time, one time on my mind
If they pull me over I be hopin' they don't find the line
Made enough from evergreen to holla at Blac and Cam
Chiefin' on the blunts in the alley slangin' balla', yeah
Couldn't forget my roadie big Kurt, Swally, and Dion
Project Pat and the [?] shootin' teflon
Just a few homies who I grew up in the hood with me
And the ones in Orange Blossom [?] University. Yeah
It's gettin' late and I'm ballin' down Elvis street
Blowin' my horn tryin' to get this girl attention in front of me
Cuz everyday I'm out there tryin' to get a freak number
Thats how the Juice is....In Da Summa

[Chorus x4]

[Outro: DJ Paul]
That's how we do it
So that's how it is
The Three 6 Mafia in the house for the '95
Straight from the M-town The Juice, DJ Paul, Lord Infamous the Scarecrow
The Koopsta Knicca, and Crunchy Black
We out

 

[fox69]

"Da Summer"

"Da Summer"


[DJ Paul talking]
Yeah, yall know what time it is
Three 6 Mafia in this thang and we heated it
We bout to let yall know what the business is in the M-town
Like, like

[DJ Paul]
See in Memphis them thugs be kind of like layed back
In some clean ass rides bustin a sac or hittin a pack
I'm fresh for ya pop a drank and I gotta get beamed up
My converty been dirty in the grass but I gotta get it cleaned up
I'm calling my team up
Mess witcha pull list in Marietta
I'm looking at about eleven
Meet me at for I gun and get 'em
Them G's and them fiends so deep
them fools always gotta start some shit
And now the coppers done ran a player clean off the strip
Up in the summer

[Koopsta Knicca]
Book of red dark as we busted through the misty fog
Me, Scarecrow, Juicy, Boo, Crunchy, just sign my role list Paul
None but that 9 up on my side
That side you tried to fight
Got bitches on my side
Get these bitches out now
Who got that fire please pass me that light my nigga
when ya doing that gin
Just want that really, really want that Henney just
want to fucking flare
And men my lung just busted open from disc under
That'll land up in a trauma Koopsta coming from da summer

[Hook - 4X]
Getting my groove we got to ride
Ridin' through the hood with my homies getting smoked out
In da summer

[Gangsta Boo]
When Gangsta Boo ride
Ride with me baby I'm getting caught
Ya come across a chick lil' somethin who sets it off
Its da summer boy lets get together and hit the pool
Skinny-dipping yeah that's what I'm saying it's all good
Ex-ed out a little baby they call me the Lady Boo
Hypnotized a little always da summer who got me loose
It's no prob' to me you
Lets go shine together dude
Come and play with me
Come and ride with me
In da summer

[Scarecrow]
See in da summer can I cut 'em off
Scarecrow chop a limb down, burn a log
Gotta keep a easy eye out for the law
Keep a big bank and buzz when the summer fall
Wanna spread nothing none till it kinda slung
Then I roll up a crumb till it gotcha gone
Here come another bum wanna winning won
Crunchy, Boo, let me hit it triple honey Hun
For the birds that don't know that's yellow
It makes me slow down the pedal
Pre-coasted quick on the medal
And I will leap I will mail it
Don't watch that dope I can't sell it
You and the jealousy mellow
Because you can't fuck with rebels
Lord Infamous hot as a kettle
In da summer

[Chorus 4X]

[Juicy J]
Pastor E. and J, Grandma Gay, lets take a ride and shoot
To my high school
North side where they break the rules
I'm scoping out some freaks in the streets
With a sexy switch
What's up with them dingy shoes, and maybe I'ma holler trick
Rolling through the Green Pearl clean
What's up Black and Kim
Chiefin on the swishers slangin way down to the ground
While I'm dozing off on you cuz haters squalling call 'em Kirks
DM riding on 20 chromes
Under the seat he keep them tones

[Crunchy Black]
In da summer we be coming
We be dropping just like women
We be hurting 'em hypnotize
We be taking people under
Do you people remember me?
When I popped up on the scene
We were fuller of that green
We were high up on that dream
Yeah, Crunchy still the same
No, that game didn't make me change
All we got a little change
Now you people be acting strange
Used to D
I'm used to game
Wont you catch up with them lames
All them people be calling your name
'Cuz you trying to steal my fame
In da summer

[Chorus 4X]

[Lord Infamous talking]
Yeah, yeah, keep it rollin', keep it rollin',
keep it rollin', keep it rollin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, another hot one
Three 6 Mafia heatin' it up
Earthquakin' it, bakin' it, another summer hit
Low down dirty
Mafia, (mafia), mafia, (mafia), mafia, (mafia)

 

[fox69]

"Dangerous Posse"
(feat. The Hypnotize)

"Dangerous Posse"
(feat. The Hypnotize)



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[fox69]

"Destruction Terror"

"Destruction Terror"


[Chorus]
Destruction terror and mayhem
Pass me a.....

[Koopsta Knicca]
Look in the eyes of this muthafuckin' wise guy
I got the nine on my side
But let me tell you why
Inside the blackness of the skies
Lie the fuckein' robbers
Can I call it off you got the dope
You got this coke right on ya
How could you speed with the street sweeper to yo chest
We had to spread
Aw yeah but guess what happened next
Me and my six niggas had to rip them temples in
I didn't want to kill 'em
But I filled 'em I ain't bullshittin'

[DJ Paul]
Bitches when we see ya we gonna get'cha
We cockin' 45's to yo temple
Let the bullet hit'cha
We ain't gonna stop
Mark my word
Ain't no shootin' in there ever
Enemies ain't birds
All this medicine done made me crazy
I'm starting to lace it
I should've stopped a long time ago
But I was lazy
You sissy son of a bitch
You need to turn yo self in
We want'cha bad in the south
The quicker you pay
The quicker the payment be

[Chorus]

[Juicy "J"]
It's about 1'oclock AM in my hood
In my set 4 deep in the steamer
Gettin' high
'Bout to we me a motherfucka up
Aftermath when I blast
Leave a motherfucka bucked
Layin' down in the grass
Niggas acting like they hard
Pullin' cards
But they fake
Niggas claiming that they bad
Looking mad for they trait
Talk down on a playa
But they smile in yo face
We gonna ride on you fools
Get away without no case

[Gangsta Boo]
Hoes killing me softly
Trying to put me to the test
Give me a fuckin' reason just to snap yo neck
I be the one with flow that's hurting all you hoes
Late night
Creeping bitch at your boyfriends door
Never be out to playa hate
Strictly out for my riches
I ain't got time for this shit
Cause it's money over bitches
Bustas be telling me to leave
Niggas stay out of mine
Who gives a damn what you think
Bitch I'm prophet for life

[Chorus]

[Lord Infamous]
Never take her for the reasons of a killa
Six dimensions
Let the ammunition take you through
The darkness of the solar system
Malice murderers of many men
Multiply incisions
They certain their vision
Get them percision and death permission
Best believe
I keep them over seventeen
Up in any magazine
Cuaght the wicked packed
That fool is jacked and catch a casuality
Having the capacity
To try to pull a strap on me
But Infamous is coming with the motherfuckin' stack of the
Teflon plated served peala'
I do not recommend fucking with Scarcrow
Nigga got you making tons of enemies
Triple that much in artillery
Showing no love for not anything
Popping yo head to the butcher swing
Polish the blade on the guillotine
Put that bitch out his misery
Fuck a hoe out the galaxy
Infamous with a fatality
There's no way you can imagine
Bodies stacked up on the battle scene
Living pyschopatheticly
Scarecrow terror Tennessee

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Die A Soldier"

"Die A Soldier"


[Talking]

[Chorus-DJ Paul-(8x)]
I'd rather die a soldier
Than nigga live a coward

[Lord Infamous]
Bullets are spittin' alright
I will let the metal slide
I'm layin wit' late at nite
The hindus state you will die
I know you lay petrified
Cause Infamous set you right
Wit' shotguns and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off ignified
The rope round yo' neck is tight
You pop out your fuckin' knives
And that way you'll never cry,never cry

[Lachat]
Now nigga how you gonna act like
You didn't fuck up
So accept the fact
How many times you've been warned
It's murder when ya fuck wit' Chat
Don't need your sorrow or your pity
Should've thought before you did it
Ash to ash and dust to dust
Ya'll rest in space
You know Chat when a motherfucker run on up
Yeah youse a great bitch
Just letting you know got thoughts of red
Oh,no remorse I buck you down wit' da .44
Never see my cowards
I got too much pride to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ?

[Chorus-8x]

[Project Pat]
Comin' like a duck a
You know I came for trouble
Some thug wit' the crosser
Hollow let a bust a
The hood for da money
Comin' from a junkie
Yo' nose kinda runny
You feel like a mummy
Yo' car gets a crummy
But mine's gettin' phatter
Yo' lips gettin' black a
To me it don't matter
Ya pay whatch owe a
Pla-ya fashoa
True mentality of a ghetto soldier

[T-Rock]
Don't never get next to me
Although platinum thuggin' is my pedigree
I calculate my weapons,to killin' is my recipe
Bless it be my militant Memphis when in jeapordy
Testin' me I blast him in the opens like sesame
West it be a much bigger man than what they measure me
My mother and my rifle are my only 2 treacheries
Best believe a singular shot you plead heavily
Never breathe I guess a casket was his destiny

[Chorus-8x]

[Crunchy Black]
I got a problem
Money dividends gotta solve'em
I heard you niggas they out to rob man
I can't let'em get me bro
I can't let'em get me
No I gotta stand ten toes
I gotta keep a strap on me
I gotta make sure no phone dead catch me cornered
Out here on that streetlife
I'd rather die a soldier than a coward any night

[Gangsta Boo]
How you wanna do it
How you wanna take it
You gon' wake up naked in the bed wit' satan
Shakin',wakin' up and shit
Bitch I betcha when the tech be pointed at ya
Maybe you will catch a fuckin' bullet
Never pistol platin' never bent
Bitch I'd rather be soldier than a coward any day
Bitch I'd rather smoke a hydro watch my cash flow
anyway
Call me Gangsta,Gangsta never fuck me thank ya
If you ain't no man,wit' no cheese and some niggas who
knew me

[MC Mack]
Cm Mack contemplating,waiting for another bitch to
slip
I'm sippin' on the verve
That's where I stay try wit' those pistol grips
I never ever come up short
When it's time to jack a rudypoo
Just place the thangs up to his brain
[Gunshot sounds]
Bitch,I'm MC Mack,I close yo' shop
Trick you done found out
I'd rather go out like soldoer
Then even fuck off wit' you cowards
Come up on me,run up on me
Nigga like you got some anna
Play that role like you so buck
And Kamikaze gonna find ya
They better remind ya

[Scanman]
Kamikaze start nigga
Why nigga
Don't play me nigga
I don't give fuck nigga
Test if you wanna nigga
Slugs gonna hit ya nigga
Leave you in a gutter nigga
Police ain't gon' find me nigga
Cause I'm long gone nogga
Should've listen to me nigga
Told ya I'm a testin' nigga
We gon' leave you dead nigga
Called on by the Scanman
We be like whatever nigga
Whoop ya Kaizie style nigga
If you want us come get us
Come bring it to the camp nigga

[All]
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