Three 6 Mafia

[fox69]

"From Da Back"

"From Da Back"


[Chorus:]
[D.J. Paul]
You dealing with some thugs
who like to hit it from the back (back)
with no kind of springs attached
what you think about that shorty

[Gangsta Boo]
You dealing with some bitches
who like cheese up front (front)
get down on your knees up front
now what you think about that baby

[D.J. Paul]
You dealing with some thugs
who like to hit it from the back (back)
with no kind of springs attached
what you think about that shorty

[Gangsta Boo]
You dealing with some bitches
who like cheese up front (front)
get down on your knees up front
now what you think about that baby

[Verse 1:]
[Gangsta Boo]
Nigga please
im hotter than 100 degrees
poppy in me
but sex don't come until we come to our knees
gimme' yo' cheese
before I get my niggas and weed
flatten you out
take care of that
that's how it be baby
me and my girls cost to much for you nigga
extra nigga in the Jag
can you get with me nigga
Hell No!
Im the bitch wit the chronic that's getting high
Makin' money, lookin funny
when I fuck on you guys
damn right! Im the bitch of da night
no matter what
thugged out
and some shirt
short jeans
a big butt
what you see when im walking on by
I see you lookin
whether male or female
you in I see you lookin'
(Bigger pussy)
When im packin' yo' nigga
you know the taste
At the "S" it's 99'
you serve me wit' cha' face nigga
you know we did it
you be trickin' like daddy
oops I spilled the beans baby
I be braggin' like this
have ya heard ?

[Repeat Chorus]

[D.J. Paul]
I seen em' coming out the club
drop the posse
walk me down
barely able to stand up
barely able to fall down
Hanging in the bathroom
with my dogs
it's all about two balls
now I need a warm cup
for a dick and two balls
It's Paul
in a Jag
but ain't bout' to brag
Im trying to grab a little hot somethin, skattely wag
some bout it
some down it
Stray ghetto ass ho!
Some ready for war!
Cause hittin it boy
will make your ass go!
All motherfucking night dont play
Drop yo' jawphones, it's on, cause this dick on my leg
Y'all niggas want a real dicksucker
come Down South
make you say
"Damn, Grey you still eat with that mouth"!
Then she turned over, caught dripping like a faucet
I called my dog Too Sway cause this ho about to toss it
Im fucking wit chu, cause you fucked wit me!
And caught this christian in a bad little somethin to my whole weed
(Whole Weed)!

[Repeat Chorus]

[Juicy "J"]
First my nigga call the freak
tell her she got dick to eat
balls and all standin tall
dont forget the jack "a" me
tell her five dope we keep
opt a move as just a sweep
heard she liked it from da back
in the back from toronsy
Paul said she wants to blow
with bad (bitch) week we cut off her
I don't wanna hit the jump
Grab my 8.0 we'll get her drunk
"My nigg, what chu' waitin on" ?
"Hey let me use that other phone"
"Fuck that, she got skit to hit
Im'a call that ho while she at home"
"Hello" ?
"What's the bidness bitch" ?
"Who is this" ?
"Mister Dick" !!!
"Im bout' to come and scoop you up" !
"For what" ?
"For what the fuck, the click"
My dog said you got the clams
silicon wit the ass
don't even need a bag
to hide your face
to sit you down !
Rumors say you turn em' out
In da car, or on da couch!
Never hear em' yellin' ouch!
Dick and balls up in yo' mouth!
Grab my 8.0, (and in a hit)
Maybe you can bring you friend
"Do you niggas got that bluff"
"YA" !

[Repeat Chorus]

[Various sexual noises throughout end of song]
[Talking]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck Dat Shit"
(feat. Juicy J)

"Fuck Dat Shit"
(feat. Juicy J)



[Chorus]
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit

[Juicy J]
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Slap a punk bitch
Slap a punk bitch
And raise hell like a mother
Make you call the punks
And when your finish other punks
I'm a cut your throat
Just a fun nigga mayn don't be playin it
And let a nigga know your real and ain't barn shit
Cause with that bullshit front you'll be called a chump
I saw you smokin on a blunt bragin bout your trunk
So what you got pop pop nigga bring it on
22 38 tech nine a tone
So when you shoot your little, shoot your better, shoot to kill
Cause I'm a blow your punk ass to the grave

[Chorus]

[Juicy J]
When I trip it up
I just say fuck the shit
Fuck police
Fuck the feds
Fuck all of it
Cause I don't really care who stepped in my path
Cause I'm a chatch you off guard drop it up your ass
Take your money and your dope and your car keys
That's how a nigga has to live when he's under siege
You got problems with the Juice don't be actin strange
Why even talk behind by my back take care of your bussines mayn
Cause when you cum I'm a cum like a nut cum
And make you think to yourself should I fight or run
If you keep stealin mine I'm a keep stealin
And keep my name out your mouth and put my dick in it
Fuck that shit

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck That Nigga"
(feat. Juicy J)

"Fuck That Nigga"
(feat. Juicy J)



Follow that nigga [x11]

[Juicy J]
Fuck that nigga and his whole damn neighborhood
Let me make one motherfuckin thing understood
In my hood a couple of you niggaz try to sell out, tell out
Now you know don't have to make me take my scope out
And when I do that
I'm a aim then fuck ya
Solid in my face all mayn
I'm a busta
Cap in yo ass
That's for fuckin with me nigga
I know that you a hoe
And now I heard you clamin killa
A killa is a nigga who will look you in the eye
Put tha pistol in your face
And let the pistol meet the fly
But I don't think so
You betta not try
I'm throwin out guns like a kamikaze pilot
My eyelid is raised and I got u in focus
What you wanna faze all you punk ass jokers
I hope this
Lesson motherfuckers gonna teach you
I got 6 slugs and they all wanna beat you

[Chorus]
Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Bling bling bling
Fuck this shit

Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Bling bling bling bling
Fuck this shit

[Juicy J]
Fuck you nigga
And you know just who I'm talkin bout
Livin on that other side
And you crossed a nigga out
I'm about my home
When it comes to stayin down
Use to be my road dogg
Now you just another clown
Hangin round you
Was a very very dumb mistake
Thought you was a real nigga
But you was another fake
Busta, musta
Wanna be thugster
I'm a label you as a dead motherfucker
Fuckin with a nigga like that
You can die hoe
When I come out with the gat
I'm a try hoe
All of my might
Put you six under
Lookin for a fight
I'm a break out with the thunder
Sound of a glock 38
What you gonna do
Last sound that you hear (boom)
Mark ass niggaz fruntin like they gonna blast
Don't make a nigga like me run and kill yo ass

 

[fox69]

"Fuck That Shit"

"Fuck That Shit"


[Chorus]
Nigga buck in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Got my tone in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Straight walk up to that boy like, FUCK YOU BITCH!
Slap a trick in front his bitch like , FUCK THAT SHIT!
Start a fight with the thickest click, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Get kicked out this bitch like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Shoot that thang at security nigga, FUCK YOU BITCH!

[DJ Paul]
See I'mma ride me a chevy with them fo doors
And blow some dough, dough
Sit back and watch a flick on screens wid a red hoe
On double deuce, I met this bitch up at the club
I had a tech, if her neighbors wanna buck
Wid a nigga, cuz I'm from the south side of town
B-A-Z, and I'm reppin, even if ya aren't around
I match a blunt with the real
Shoot a bump with the real
But I ain't a baller, I just deal
With these drugs and thugs and these niggaz that's locked up
I lock em' down with some of that pure white stuff
Like some dro, pop a pill, sip some syrup, It ain't no deal
But you gotta stay the same when you high, keep it trill
And I still blow a blunt to take the pain out
Cuz if I don't get high, I'd probably blow my fuckin brains out
Cuz straight thugs love it, cuz I'mma keep it killa
And I'mma dedicate this to my real ass niggaz! YEA!

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul Talking]
Woooo! I think you know the mother fucking business now, wannabes! (In the
middle of the club)
Hypnotize Minds , Three 6 Mafia , roll with us, or get ran over, (In the
middle of the club)
Shoot with us, or get shot the fuck up nigga!

[Lord Infamous]
In the middle of the club, dolla on swoll
Take me a scoop, put it to my nose
Walkin through the crowd, knock your trick down
Pistol in my draws, don't make me pull it out
Twist another blunt, fill it real krunk
40 in the club, Outside it's the pump
Top off the syrup, take me a swig
There go my dawgs, What's Up My Nigs?
Security starin, they better not try it
Cuz we will start a mother fuckin riot!
The crowd is swayin, Three 6 playin
It's on now, no rules we obeying
Security pissed, they started to march
Just in time, I got outta dutch
But I was spotted, and kicked out
Ran back in, shots rang out!

[Chorus]

[Juicy J]
As a young nigga in the hood kinda pissed off
Cuz I gotta big bank, and his pockets too short
Frustrated all the time, wanna tear the roof off
Wanna be a gangsta, but the nigga too soft
Kinda sissified, like that famous fagot, Ru Paul
But he can not hide, letting them queers knock his boots off
Hope he get his shit together, grow up til he too tall
Instead of letting these rubbers go up in his ass, to raw!

[Crunchy Black]
Niggaz hatin on me, but they just don't know
C-B he gotta gun, and I'm bout to explode
Keep talking that shit, like you standin ten toe
You don't know me nigga, you don't know me bro
I'm up in the club, and I'm smoking on dope
Your bitch is talkin shit but its time to go
I'mma catch you little lame bitches at the door
And spray you bitch down, like a water hose!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck What U Heard"

"Fuck What U Heard"


[DJ Paul talking]

Yeah nigga this shit still goes on
Punk motherfuckas,
I want you to listen to every
motherfucking word in this song bitch
Cause this is directly to you hoe
You motherfuckin' in the face ass
Cross this nigga, fuck y'all
This for you nigga, bitch

[Hook:]

Fuck what u heard,
Fuck what u heard about me nigga
[3x]

Step up to these killas
Feel the fuckin' trigger

[Verse 1: Crunchy Blac]

Fuck what you heard if ya ain't heard this
That I roll wid a group ah niggas quick to throw fits
Quick to go get,
Quick to go rob him a bitch,
Quick to go lay down some platinum hits
I'm tired of you bitches go runnin' y'all mouth
Talkin' about, we ain't really keepin' it South
I put the gun in yo mouth,
And blow ya motherfuckin' brains out
Fuck what you heard and it just no doubt, nigga

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]

Niggas like to gossip like some bitches
They down be round they bitches
Cause they bitches groupie bitches
And since I cut Three 6 these bitches wanna claim my dick,
We throwin' hits, they throwin fits
These bitches need to quit,
They wanna be down wid it
But these niggas won't admit it,
They droppin' to they knees
They beggin' please to be a 6,
You niggas on my dirt,
I smack you like a bird,
Because you fulla sherm,
And by the way, fuck what u heard boy

[Hook (2x)]

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]

My nigga fuck it what u heard
You need to find out the truth,
Or get ya guns and come and test this hundred ninety proof,
Pounds, and silent spotted
Nuthin' but tickets in my wallet
All these hatas got me scopin' man
They still can't stop it for sure,
There's crosses all up in this shit
Crosses all up in my click
Got most of them crosses out
But still I got a few to get
Those who used to be wid me like,
Hope that boy ahead and he fall
Sick ah hearin' from they dogs,
Man you need some beats from Paul
Never happy keep on rappin'
Tryna live as good as me
Just bought my crib for a half a mil
My life complete
I guess that's why they dis-like
And claim my shit, wouldn't twirk
Tryna make them locals come above me
But it didn't work,
I got you bitches hot (hot)
You hopin' that I stop (stop)
I'm ten years in the game
Wid out a fuckin' clock (clock)
It's like I hear me
And it's like I don't hear me
I guess I get bad off in these streets
While they bail off

[Verse 4: Juicy J]

I was born up in the ghetto streets
Always learn to pack the heat
Call me on my cellular phone
If you want that work from me
Cowards like to talk and plan
Point some fingers say some names
Nigga if you claim you buck
Handle ya fuckin' business man
I been rollin' from the start
Always snatch a coward car
Evergreen is where I'm from
Sippin on the syrup we slum
In the night we smoke and light
At the club we start a fight
When we pimpin' on yo bitch
We show them golds and flash the ice

[Hook ('til fade)]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck Y'all Hoes"

"Fuck Y'all Hoes"


[Talking-D.J Paul and Juicy "J"]

[Chorus 1:]
[Juicy "J'']
If you ain't claiming G-D
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming V-L
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Crips Then
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Bloods Then
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming BHZ
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming North Memphis
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Orange Mound
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Southpark
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)

[Lord Infamous (Scarecrow)]
Bitch we are entertainers
we warfare trainers
we ain't gangbangers
but we will make you famous
I show you falling hoes
I show you slippin' slopes
I show you swiss I knows
I dangling from the rows
you top that tokeo
up in the studio
but in the streets they ho
you cool they diff but so...
But if he eat the coke
and wanna go for broke
let's get them guns out ho, I thank you fucking former ho !

[D.J. Paul]
I can fight this nigga
I can whoop this nigga
I can [Gun loading][Gun Shots]
BOOM! With the trigger
I can rob this boy, I can mob this boy
I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy
I can make this fool, I can rape this fool
I can get them off my five o-clock or ten o-clock news
I can lend a helping hand
I can be your fucking friend
I can leave his body stankin' in a Kroger garbage can

[Chorus 2:]
If you ain't claiming Hollywood
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Walker Homes
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Foot Home
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Walter Simmons
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Smokey City
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Evergreen
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming LMG
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Dixie Homes
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)

[Gangsta Boo]
Don't play with the Hypnotize C-A-M-P (A-C)
Blowin' small balls nigga feel me
MAYBE!
I be what chu' call the first lady
Triple Six put me through the doors getting money
Now you
Jelous-Ass-Bitches in my face
tryin take my shit out of place
(you be steppin' bitch)
I be on some Hennesy
mixed with some Alizae
Smokin' on some hay
on my way
on that plat "A"
("A")

[D.J. Paul]
Im hittin on some small niggas
(that rob niggas)
Smoke coke
(With big mob figures)
That star niggas
In P-Agg ya
Get em' recorded they own pictures
Im takin' puss, and dankin' drankin'
drank wit warning niggas
I poke them stagged up
And round wit trick a heavy niggas
Im talkin ski-mask
Engage up out of the back seat niggas
pull the triggers
and I keep a tone, world-rone
Dangers on, Hustle grown
Sippin' on, Burn a post
Papers on, but still im home

[Chorus 3:]
If you ain't claiming New Chicago
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Roxy Brown
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Pussy Valley
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Fowler Homes
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Douglas Then
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Trig Then
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Mclemore
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Bunker Hill
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)

[Koopsta Knicca]
No issues
You think this kid fucked up the fucking problem
Bitch you don't know that Koopsta Knicca is a murder robber
Got yo motherfucking brother in the back seat
Sweat drippin' off his neck
son of bitch you don't know me
"KOOPSTA"
I kinda hear the whispers in his fucking bed
"KNICCA"
And you think you got that strip
than why don't you get with him
and if you wanna stress me
grab my 8.0 is you dead
Say "Mister cum a dress ya"
Koopsta got em' scared!!!

[Chorus 4:]
If you ain't claiming Hyde Park
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Ridge Grove
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Ridge Crest
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Bartlett Then
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Germantown
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)

If you ain't claiming
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't naming
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)

 

[fox69]

"Fuckin Wit Dis Click"

"Fuckin Wit Dis Click"


[?Scream?]
How can you have faith in a god
That can not even control creation
How can he lead you to salvation
There is no hope in chaos-only
Welcome to the other side of reality
And this is your eternity (eternity)

[Juicy-J]
The end of the world
I can see it comin'
So I pack my nine millimeters and I start
Huntin'
For these niggas that talk shit
Man these hoes will never quit until ya
Leave'em hangin' from a tree or thrown
In a ditch
Which one of you
Niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge
Backed up by an A-K
Fore you go to bed at night you bitches
Better kneel and pray
Cause when it's business
We takin' care our business
I'm clappin' on any of a witness
Or any who wanna get in it
Man this shit is real
Not them stories you put in your raps
Not even that bullshit you talk behind
A nigga back
Let me make it simple and plain
Run up and you'll get your brains-blown
To the side of the curb with that plastic
Thang-thang nina glock 19
With the 20 clip
You don't wanna fuck with this
You don't wanna fuck with this

[Chorus x4]
Therefore all you clicks, and you clans
And you crews
Fuckin',fuckin' with this click
And we gon' bring it to your ass

[Koopsta Knicca]
Man for what any crime I swear I'll die
Before I do some time
Bitch the Koopsta massive when I murder
With the muthafuckin' plastic nine
Corpses that we tortured in the chevy
Voices won't let me rest
Could this be the end yet
Or a message sent from Satan (nigga omens)
They open the gates of horror
For them horror lords
We tortured the cases who arrested
The faces of triple six
That which is sorcerer
(Kill that bitch, chop that bitch)
Or you might get caught on a crucifix
I'm sick of that burning inside of my
Cradle I'm wishin' that He could just come
Yet
This nina gots no trigger so I'm clickin'
Real quick like a serial killa mon'
Straight from that cell for real'a
I'll buck you dead my nigga
And it's a shame when I dropped'em off
The break mane
In return I got no thangs
I went in dark room fool Koop be jackin'
For their thang
Everytime I see's you slippin'
I go into a my Mac-10 (Mac-10)
Victims of my devil's playground
Come burn with me until the end

[Chorus x4]

[Lord Infamous]
Totin' the dead body over my shoulder
And sure to break out with my shovel
Or let evil look forward
And I start to dig up and toss in the body
And give up more money as bank of the sore
Three seperate bodies hacked up with a axe
And I think a big sack
Been chewed up by rats
I'm just writing these poems
They bring to renown cause a triple six
Night to rescore
Split rists with nee-dles in my fists
And amidst', thy clicks, of tricks
No I'm not a Christian
But I'm mentally ill and I don't
Understand all the reasons
Well I think it's killin' season
And neither does my schitzophrenic friends
So therefore nigga due to my mental
Defocalty
Scarecrow is only entertained
By helping enemies bleed
Let all the bodies soak in all the blood
Let's go smoke with that chick with no pity
I bloody cut chop up they shell goes in
20 gauge
Finally thinkin' like I was fright-nit-ting
I'm havin'no thoughts
Of the lives I've done lost
When I'm blazin' that stupid gauge fire
Cause I'm havin' a halloween slaughter
It turned my gun focal
Just thank Micheal Myers
No mutilation's paralyzations
Got no patience when I'm chasin'
Down a patient
Tryin' to thwart assassination

[Chorus x4]

[Dj Paul]
I'm on a cross loose up off these
Cut me free (cut me free)
I'l draw your portrait if you put me
Down on my feet (down on my feet)
My cross turns upside down
And finally I'm loose
I flip the land and released up of some
Sinners Scarecrow and the Juice
I look to the sky and all I could say was
"Well finally it's on again"
No lord could stop us now
Cause the demons reborn again
My praise
The first power found me
So I could never cower
Without a mind fool murder bust and bounce
I'll tell you half about this antichrist
Look into my eyes tell me what you see
The demonic man about scarecrowism
Saints can you feel me
I try for years and years
Sinkin' this one day of depression
Stormy weather and church bells
Ringin' to the election of a new-follower
Follow me into the trees
Watch me rob Adam
And watch me rape Eve
In this eve-much destruction
Most will probably wonder
With Dj Paul, the Triple Six click
And Hell take'em under

[Laughter]

[Juicy J]
Bitch, now never

[Laughter]

[Sounds of rain and church bells fade]

 

[fox69]

"Get Buck Muthafucka (Original)"

"Get Buck Muthafucka (Original)"


Ahhh yeah here we go

[Chorus]
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck

[Juicy J]
Yeah 1991 DJ Juicy J
Strikes again
All never turn my back on my city
Since the neighborhoods
Yeah the neighborhoods
Here we go
Here we go
North Memphis
South Memphis
West Wood
Orange Mound
Clabirant homes
Dixie homes
McNeil County
Speedy Henry
Watkins and Brown
German Town
Mid Town
Foot homes
Big Hampt
Collage Park
Hyde Park
Evergreen
Smoky City
Ridge Grove
Ridge Chris
Major Hights
South Paw
Third Ward
Corner Village
Black Haven
New Chicago
Springdale
Hollywood
Frasier

Yeah in the house
In the house

Yeah we gonna call out a few schools
All the high schools
North Side
South Side
East High
Melrose
Cillchris
Hamilton
Sherwood
White Haven
Ferley
Cypress
Hughs
Citicorp
Haverview
Only haven
Yeah

[Chorus]
So get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck

1991 Notorious DJ Juicy J
And we out
We out

 

[fox69]

"Get Ya Rob"
(feat. Project Pat)

"Get Ya Rob"
(feat. Project Pat)



[Chorus: Juicy J]
Stick'em up [repeat], raise'em up [repeat]

All the flossin' on the town'll
(Get ya rob)
You be splurgin' all ya cash'll
(Get ya rob)
I heard trickin' with all them broads'll
(Get ya rob)
And breakin' bread with your dawgs, now that will
Get ya rob
[Repeat]

[Project Pat]
At the corner stores hangin' with my young niggas
Project Pat in the Bay, what we squeeze Chrome triggers
Real killers role around here, lookin' for some prey
Low key behind tinted windows with the blowed face, gold plates
Dirty Ruger 9 kill a suckaz spine
He don't wanna come up off the wallet, then I buck him fine
He done blew off my hide, so I had to blow his life away.
Blew a few more lines, just to send my conscious on its way
Plotted on some crime, then I pulled up on a bank lot
She had a bag of money, snatched the bag, let my gun pop
Skidded off the lot, made a lick, thinking it was
?? bag full of shredded checks, cold but it wasn't ??

[Juicy J]
I'm at this phone booth tell me what do you wanna do?
Across the street from this dope house, I want the loot
And all the drugs, weed, rocks, quarter keys, or a juice
I'm about to go in with them guns out, ready to shoot
The police ridin' down the block, hold up (hold up) a second...
They're just patrolling, I need to get'em
The time is now, I got my ski mask, AK and a pump
I'll call you back in about an hour with one of them locked in the trunk
I'm running across the street (street)
I'm sweating like a beast (beast)
With chains on my hands (hands)
And shackles on my feet (feet)
My second robbery ('ry)
My heart rate just increased ('creased)
I'm kickin' down the back door.....[gun shots/dead phone line]

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul]
Now don't show it if ya ain't gonna share it
Fuck around and get this pistol across ya head
You better look like the 'hood when you roll through it
Or find your monkey ass leaking red like grape fluid
They will do it, my dawgs meaner than them laws
We said it, but ye ain't comin' in our hood to fuck a brawl
Make his car alarm go off, as soon as he step out
We comin' from the side of the house with the pumps out.

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Gette'm Crunk"

"Gette'm Crunk"


Ah yeah, y'all know what time it is
Tear the club up boys back up in this motherfucker
Y'all know what time it is, we gettin' it crunk for the motherfuckin' '97'
biiootch
Y'all can't handle this motherfuckin' shit
It's on for the '97 motherfucker
Nine nickel in two pennies
Ain't no toms was a nigga words clearly biiootch
We finna do this motherfuckin' shit like thiis...

[Koopsta Knicca]
I ain't rollin' oxy fours, come and go I'm lookin' for
Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes
Wood grain chevy thangs, hearin' [...?...] boomerangs
Burbon with that [..?..] mane, with the gear mane, I ain't playin'
I'm insane gone get you with that killin'
Murder, death, kill now I'm flexin' in your lexus
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the corner
Then I holler at your women, turn the fire [.....?.....]
Foolish ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk
Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed bumps
Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you feel me
Three for my pump, in the destine in the meanin'
Itchin' for a killin' nigga for I kill a man
Didn't want to hit'em, but that bitch kept playin' with mine
As I tried to stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low
Killin' his ass before he got to the door

[Chorus x2]

[Lord Infamous]
Nigga's up in the [..?..] wait till Lord Infamous kick in the door
So just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor
So get ultra and buck in this hoe
Bitches get [...?...]cause it's going down right about now
Tearin' and riot [?] cause we comin' straight from the rowdy ass south
Crank up this bitch, shake like a natural disaster, earthquake to blow up the
scale
Name was the Triple 6, end of the world we can enter this bitch [...?...]
Next time we gonna fuck up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out
So people [...?...] like the war started and ended now

[Juicy J]
I'm takin' care of my motherfuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch
Nigga's claimin' killa all the time but ain't did shit
Flodgin' round town, talkin' about what you gonna do
Knowin' if you step up to this pimpin' it's a murder fool
Never try to dodge a nigga cause I let my nuts hangs, strapped
With the smith and wesson if I have to bring the pain, bring the pain
Bring the game, nigga we gone get it on
Smokin' motherfuckers in the night until the early morn'

[Chorus x2]

[Gangsta Boo]
Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on that Chris Style
While my nigga Paul and rowdy Chris head to funkytown
Baby come and get it crunk
What's up, what you scared or somethin'
Loddy, doddy party fuckin' hardy till you fuck up somethin'
Fuck the fuckin police bitch, you can't fade the Triple Six
Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this shit
We gone get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin real
Always smokin' scopin' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, Big Baby

[DJ Paul]
Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoe
Nigga thought we was washed up but we got plenty more
Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of pennies
My words clearly, tom's in so you can hear me
You know the loco break the law but that was '95
Mystic Styles worldwide hoes realize
Chris got the mossberg but they ain't dead yet
The Three 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk