Three 6 Mafia

[fox69]

"Ghetto Chick"

"Ghetto Chick"


[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me
If I would let her shoot, she'll count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin money cause this honey is good

[Juicy J]
I need a down ass chick, thatll roll wit the clique
For the dope sale, bank robbin, cock it back and buck up on a bitch
Kidnap vamp, leave a busters body, in a ditch
Take the charge for you, always drinking liquor
Stayin lit, when we in the bed, baby girl can ride
Like a champ, give a playa head, lickin on my thang
Like a stamp, if I had that I wouldnt trade anything
For her she my main girl, main dog, thats my name, Paul

[DJ Paul]
Now I can't say that I love her, but I got some love for her
She showed me, she was bout a haul before I really knowed her
I schooled her bout them glocks, I schooled her bout them rocks
I told her how to hold a spot when I was off the block
She kept it hot, as soon as I stepped in the house she had my money spot
Plus a dro blunt rolled up with a syrup lollipop
The hood tried to holler everyday but it ain't nothin
She down with the King but I still love a ghetto ass chick

[Chorus]

[Crunchy Black]
This one here for the old lady but not dissin this time
This for when you took the charge when I commited the crime
I was out there super high playin mister crash dummy
You put up all my money, didn't take nothing from me
Always found your boy a lawyer when I caught me a case
Paid all my fines and kept up with my court dates
And even though I gave you hell with all these other lil broads
You always came and made my bail when I broke the law
The only one thats reliable the one thats dependable
Keep you by my side these other fools is suspendable
I ain't forgot when I was out there hurt for some cash
You never mind takin your last, on out the stash
Always tried to give me the last up out your purse
Always tried to get my ass to go on and go to church
I couldnt pay you back even if I had to
Hard on these fools but I'll never be to hard on you

[Chorus - 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Good Stuff"

"Good Stuff"


Where ya been
All of my life
I need ya bad
I've been searchin' for ya
That good ol' stuff
I can't get enough
You know I've been yoanin' (yearnin') for ya
Call me a drunkie that's wrong
Don't play it instead of rich bone
Young son that's full of that come
We needs a one and a one
I gotta get'cha what ever it takes
Gotta hit your bis o
Soon as I flake
i take you how ever you might be
Pack dollar pill away
You know you got me feelin' good
Drop top down up in through the hood
Ask me about a whole key
And man I tell ya I wish I could
It's all goody-good
I think enough
Still like screamin' on after none
Give me that razor that plate the lazer man
I need my medicine
That pulles me oh some nice and slow
Get him some stand lookin' out the door
Better get ready for all night
You know how we wanna moan and blow

Escence up the blessin'
Keep me puzzled like enigma
My partner put me down
Where I start pound
The cop is cheaper
My smoke and flows like mystical music
And know someone screamin' is chiefa
On Holloween
I pass it out to all the trick or treaters
in 1999 them little is will come through for you bombers
So now Lord Infamous blessin' I was sitting bull
And poke the hunters
Smoke out your lungs
And powder your nose
We grabbin' big bitches
Or sometimes we kick it
We breakin' the season
We breakin' our streets in
We breakin' out sick cause I make em' up stick
Triple 6 Mafia gettin' so rowdy because we are out of this atmosphere
Without the smoke hit eyes
So blury blur vision and tears
Kaze on the right, on the left, to the rear
Scarecrow me keyed plus
The smoke flyin' out of me lungs
Me keep these [??]
Sprinkled down little kids gum

[Chorus x2]
Gimme some of that good stuff
Gimme somethin' that'll feel kinda special
Gimme somethin' that'll do it
Do it, Put my mind to it
Until we get high

I keep that good stuff (lady what you mean)
Good stuff for that light green
Everytime you see me
Eyes are red but still I'm on my p's
Smokin' gettin' motivated
Just chillin' with nuthin' but playas
Hatin' as I can be
Relaxed and bumpin' some Johnny Taylor
Feelin' good as hell
It's so swell
High, this stuff has got me goosed up
Got me wantin' some good lovin'
So I call my shorty
Baby, baby some and give it to me, give it to me right
Come in with the quickness
Got you speachless to this freaky night
Still I'm stayin' bout it
Never hate wit bustas
So can you see
Solo never sucka
Always catch me with the prophet p
Gone remain his lady
Kinda crazy
So don't test me
I will buck your bro down
When that good stuff got me in disquise

What you got down in your trunk
Nothin' but good stuff
Knowin' this funk
Guaranteed to keep you up
Make you hyper super crunk
Let me know on what you need
I'm cuttin' up gears
Come shock with me
Your partner used to pluck you twice
I'm giving out samples
And it's free
Package deals from state to state
The ice cream man
Who deliver that cake
You wanna get a piece
To shake
The bigger the plate
The bigger the blade
The thicker the cheese
The more you can take
On and on gotta keep that pace
From scene to scene
Supplyin' that D
Some of that pure
Not none of that dank
It's over solder
Dodge their forty
Get with the man if you want to get bloated
Just like taking a sniff of roses
This lil sniff
They roll it up all night to the early mornin'
Constantly movin' now for yawnin'
Burnin' my people on every pay phone
And allow that good stuff
Surper [??]

I be like Indo in
Don't go hollow what your friend
Plus have them twins
The henn and a bunch of bird shit
Swith your man
So I can get into the groove
And he whos cool can't
Juicy's constantly speakin' at me though
He ain't sayin' nothin'
Man he may be the crunkin'
that funny
Or the super bionic
Sick here wanna sit here
Fartin' like I'm a motor or somethin'
Is it the squish
I cannot remember
Yes sir it's understood
Koo must donw got a little bit of hit of somethin' good

[Chorus: till fade]

 

[fox69]

"Gotcha Shakin'"

"Gotcha Shakin'"


-Yeah, you fuckin punk, I’m finna take ya muthafuckin beat and go
nationwide with it, bitch. Don’t ever bite the muthafuckin dick that
feeds you.

Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my
Thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse I’ll give em a reason to duck

[Gangsta Boo]
What’s up to my gangsta bitches chargin niggas
All up out they profits
What’s up to my niggas slangin dope or dodgin crooked coppas
Yes this crazy lady all up out it for the n-zine 6
How the fuck you think I love you boy when I’m a playa, dig
All that shit I’m sayin, I’m not playin, fuck you slaw ass boys
Actions speakin louder than my words, but you still makin noise
Nigga, let me tell ya ho you fucked up with the wrong click
Turn yo volume up and listen closely to this gansta bitch
While you out there fackin on them jacks man we comin up
Smokin on them sweets filled with ink, gettin real buck
Talkin all that shit, moviemaker I must say you are
Nationwide, shit, on yo ass, ho we movin far
Not buyin that shit, Prophet Posse, Triple fuckin 6
Smilin, clownin, upside down and frownin back up out our shit
Mrs. Lady Gangsta Boo just had to let you know
Closin up the chapter, trick that’s after, bitch that’s all she wrote

[Chorus x4:]
Triple Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin
Just my thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse
I’ll give em a reason to duck

[Juicy J]
These niggas be playa hatin and runnin they fuckin mouth
Then get in the studio and that’s all they rap about
We totin them ya’ll thangs, you smokin that cocaine
I heard you do primos bitch, you can’t fool the Juiceman
I’m blowin these Port squares, and snowball, ?AC air?
Ridin, click on you hoes, while you walk with nappy hair
Keep runnin yo mouth my nig, we constantly gettin rich
And after you hear this I bet you will ride it, BITCH!

[Lord Infamous]
Look at the mess that my floss start to make
Bullets are bouncin all over the place
Bodies start fallin upon to the floor
Everyone’s tryin to file out the door
What did you fuck with the Triple 6 for?
Knowin we blessed with no prisoners of war

Me fill a slug behind yo earlobe, duck me leave you plugged
Me leave you suffocating soakin in yo fuckin blood
Scarecrow, buckin bastards, back up of me
Knock off your dust, stop puffing on my bud
You got castrated cause you got no nuts, ho

[Chorus x4]

[D.J. Paul]
It’s gon be another deadly night more violent, more silent
As we stroll this bitch mo got down, my infrared got em on the roll
Owens, burbans clean as fuck, smile as I roll down the street
Yo lyric was weak as fuck, so ho I just stole yo beat
Crunchy man I been thinkin man I know what we got right here
A nigga that shoot, a nigga that lately get his name out there
Fuck man these bitches weaker than water, black,
He need to stay the fuck up outta my hood or Chris and I’ll find Pat
I’m gettin low down and dirty with my 30-30
Just like you’ll never be in Rolls, be a hook, with my nose
Dirty blastin that infrared at yo ass, ain’t you scared ho, tangaray
Mad Dog, and I’m full of blow
Man never will you set our bodies in the same clothes, oh, bitch
Never will you ride the same rides I done rode
Just lookin at ya, I plan to tell ya you broke as fuck
Triple fuckin 6, givin yo ass a reason to duck bitch

[Chorus x4]

[D.J. Paul, Gangsta Boo, Juicy J]
-Yeah, bitch, ya’ll know what time it is, 3-6 muthafuckin Mafia in this
ho, you muthafuckin bitch ass boy, you’ll never ride the muthafuckin
rides we done rode, nigga, on gold thangs, ho, you know what I’m sayin,
you ain’t never gon wear Versace like a nigga or drink Cristale like a
nigga you muthackin, muthackin malt liquor drinkin ass bitch
-You is a weak as nigga, why you talk all that shit, shit talkin
muthafucka, moviemakin, actor, character ass, bitch ass, weak ass, trick
nappy hair ass boy
-You boodie eatin muthafucka, dick suckin ass lickin, cock lickin
-Nigga, nigga, nigga you’s a payless ass nigga, bitch
-Punk ass, ho, You can’t claim Funkytown-
-We muthafuckin nationwide, bitch, you better ask somebody bout it ho,
Billboard bound, ho, Prophet Town bound, bitch
-Nigga ain’t got no money, you broke ass...
-You muthafuckin $2 ass nigga, I break ya down to $1.50 muthafuckin ho
-You primo smokin muthafucker
-You muthafuckin bitch, you milkshake ass nugga, I’m stirrin you up ho
-I heard you had AIDS you weak muthafucka
-You sissy muthafucka straight dick goin dirty ass round ho, ho,ho, fuck
all these hoes
-Wooooooooo!
-Yessir! 3 muthafuckin 6, bitch
-Prophet Posse the posse bitch! Prophet Posse the Posse bitch!
-Woo Wooooooooo!
-Prophet Posse the Posse, bitch!
-Hey, yessir!
-Prophet Posse the posse bitch!

 

[fox69]

"Gotta Touch 'em (Pt. 2)"

"Gotta Touch 'em (Pt. 2)"


[DJ Paul and Crunchy Black Talking]

[Chorus]
Psycho in da [x3]
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I gotta' touch'em [x4]

[Lord Infamous]
This shit is begining to come into focus
But no one can figure out Infamous murderous of psychosis
Trippin' I'm runnin' the darkness
I'm loadin' barettas I'm jackin' yo' hoe shit
A posse of satanic mothers we comin' to smuggle
And leave them in puddles of plasma
I'm comin' for stashes for cash
The blast until everyone in here passed out
My fellow man you cannot comprehend strength of the devil military killers
Execution to death you will send us no harmony
Now enter your head through the pillow
The Tre-six niggah comin' to injure you at nightfall
Give it up or this desert eagle shall make them fall up on you all
(Come on mayn, you finna give me them [?] niggah)
Naw bitch...
(Aww dog [?])
Naw bitch...
(A couple of hundred mayn just a couple of hundred mayn a couple hundred)
Check it out my nig
I'm gonna kill you anyway you won't need none of that shit
Ran through the backyard jumped the gate to the corner of the back street
Hopped into the steamer tossed the fuckin' stash behind the seat
I'm comin' to rusm'em son, crush'em son, buck my gun
I'm gonna reach out and touch someone.

[Chorus]

[Crunchy Black]
I got a problem, money dividends, gotta' solve them
The only thing going through my head is murder and rob them
I heard they got cash, i gotta touch they ass
Quick fast in a hurry get away with a fuckin' dash
Every night I sit and think on why these hoes keep playin' wit' me
They gonna make me click them clicka click
and they don't wanna see my bad side
[?] they gonna make me transform to another man
And make they mother fuckin' ass do the devil dance
Crunchy Black bitch, comin' at you hoes easy come easy go
Easily we kickin' doors, I gotta' touch'em

[Koopsta Knicca]
In my fuckin' head I vision blood be red
As I chopped off his fuckin' head
Left him dead for them bitches
A psycho at large
Some bitch gone step to this bomber squad
I'm harder niggah when I click you will feel like a prey that was predator
[?] for them paramedics
See wait for the Koopsta scare'em
Sk-skinny [?] in the pimpin'
Now waitin' for that armegeddon
Bitch

[Chorus]

[Juicy J]
I hooked up with a freak down
Niggah's from the M-town
Then we started robbin' outta town makin' them lay it down
Touchin' crackers wit a 12 gauge to they fuckin' back
Stickin' them liqour stores, robbin' banks, plenty car-jacks
Snatchin' old ladies purse knockin' niggah's to the dirt
My 9 gone make yo body hurt
I'm go put your body in hearst
Call me a playa hater traitor, what you want bitch
Strapped wit them thangs on your ass hear them guns clicks
Inside job strictly robbin' so you better beware
Other niggah wit a gat a mask raise'em in the air

[DJ Paul]
Now raise'em up an down for the killah man as a youngster
Stickin' these tricks up daily you trippin' I'm still a hustler
Cuttin' class don't make my snooze behind the barrel
Shootin' crowds I hit it up in a honey comb
An smoke a fuckin' pamper house
Hollerin' at my brother Phil D. I gotta' get straight
No thang mayn he got me straight that thang fool be boomin' weight
Hoppin' on my skooter with my ski mask an my deuce duece
All blue joggin' suit tube socks and [?]
But now I'm gettin' old and comin' clean is what I'm hopin'
And now that I got boulder dope girls are what I'm Scopin' bitch
This is the touch....

 

[fox69]

"Grab The Gauge"

"Grab The Gauge"


[Hook: (4x)]

Grab my guage and then erase
Grab my guage and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]

Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit
This shit so funky comes way under nigga grounds are Triple 6
I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large,
I keep you hatas out my face
Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage
My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game
I'm chargin' niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid
You hoes can't fuck wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hata
Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later
Everybody wanna ride for he say she say they say next
You suckas need to grow up out that kiddy shit
Quit fakin' just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia
Coming nine-six, to two G bitch
Misses lady gangsta on that weed, chicken rib shit
Just to let you know my partner hoe come on the scenery
Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red beams
Now where you gon' go?
You can't hide your life is over kid,
It's time for the killin'
Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch

[Hook 4x]

[Verse 2: DJ Paul & Juicy J]

[DJ Paul]
Man this nigga kill me
tellin' these people that he's about to go nationwide
When he gotta drop his tapes of his self
Plus he gotta call Kim, to get a ride

[Juicy J]
I saw the motherfucka standin' out in front ah Best
talkin' about, bout my tape
The nigga talk about the hard shit on that tape,
Knowin' he sweet as cake

[DJ Paul]
The type ah nigga to tell these hoes
that's he about to blow the fuck up
The only blowin' up bitch you doin'
Is when I stick the grenade in your butt

[Juicy J]
He say he smokin' so many blunts
I can't tell, ooh, he's a liar
I saw you for real,
Hit that ill shit,
You female buyer

[DJ Paul]
Juice man I know what you sayin'
These hoes be killin' me ever so softly,
But little bit a bitch boy know
I be sellin' his first cassette or tape offa me

[Juicy J]
Don't forget about the dope,
You enraged, after you got that page,
From a doctor from the health department
Tellin' you you are gettin' fatal wid AIDS

[DJ Paul]
This hoe boy holdin' card
Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it
Then he got fucked signed his contract
You bitch boy you's a fuckin' dummy

[Juicy J]
Lookin' tryna deal wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
Young nigga you'll never sell more than the Three 6, bitch please

[Hook (4x)]

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous & Koopsta]

Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian Arabic
I reckon I wreckin' ya South American
Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some, loop
Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of your neck
put your heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes
and straight to the head for the chief
and the blunt of the Indicut down in my stash,
I reside in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where there is no smilin'
the niggas buckwild and the weapons are silenced
there's nothing combine us,
Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
scarier, insanitarium, popper and carry 'em,
There's no merry love, only murder blood,
Till I take something worst out ah all ah these
hollow points burst and disperse going through
flesh and bone through the back of your shirt
you be burnt up and buried in dirt that'll work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas for shit
they can't get wid these bitches they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 niggas still
sufferin' every day that I swear

[Koopsta Knicca]

I see them fucking pressin' on they brother man,
It happens everyday don't make me grab the guage,
Dangerously I play I best to kill wid guage
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet

[Hook ('til fade)]

 

[fox69]

"Gunclaps"

"Gunclaps"


[Chorus x3]
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps

[juicy j]
5 a-m in the mornin'
Nigga heard them tones pumpin' like a thousand-five cannons
Nigga gettin' it on
Peep out the window, i was solo flashin'in the streets
Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty sheets
Right they ass chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put em' straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my fuckin' window
Make you think your through
Like it's the forth of july
With them niggas spook
I wish the folks would hurry up
I cock my gun back with my thumb
Nigga rowdy rowdy like it's north memphis, vietnam
As i gotta check to take a look and then fired back
I realized i was out numbered
In a deadly trap

[scarecrow]
Three 6 mafia, prophet posse, killa kaze
With the shotties
Leave your chest cavity
Stoppin' at the autopsy
I slaughter
And i can't help but notice all your pain
When the monsters got that clappin', clappin', clappin'
On them thangs man
We hear the gunshots
Nigga bang diggy dank
Got a shank full of thangs
And it is kind of insane
I scarecrow with mystical styles
Niggas are getting buck wild
Look at my dirty fouls
Bodies are stacked up by pounds
You wanna fuck with me player
First you must say a lil' prayer
Ask the nigga over there
Yeah, that be my preacher there
Niggas are all actin' (??)
Grow up actin' now fight
Infamous buckin' all night
Burnin' em' after a light

[Chorus x2]

[crunchy blac]
Slip, slide come and take a ride
To my fuckin' stash pile
Nigga you can't hide
It's a mug crunchy got a tug
Stuff a nigga in my trunk
Told ya'll niggas what
Crunchy ain't no fuckin' whore
Get down on that floor
Bitch i want more (more)
Bitch now give me more
Give me chocolate chunk bitch, i bitch i kill you more
They pay, that pay that five
Now bitch i want some more
All i wanna feel
Is some motherfuckin' rain
Let it rain motherfucker, let it rain (gon' let it rain)
See you inside by the game that i spit
Never ever in your life
Can you ever get with this

[dj paul]
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
Where the keys to room 2-10
I got thugs with price tage bout' to get in
We heard it's goin' down, tricks about 2 mil
Feel, the fuckin' prophet posse get ya killed
Nigga, we got 40 cals' to your face
Na'ad mean
Three 6 leave no fuckin' trace
It takes more gunshots for these boys to save ya
Me and crunchy chunk ya' over like white with a razor
Several automatics in a blazer
Before we bump you off
Give me that plate and the lazer

[Chorus...till fade]

 

[fox69]

"Half On A Sack"

"Half On A Sack"


[Juicy J talking]
Hey nigga get yo weed, yo blow
Get yo drank together
Cause we bout to get hiiiiiigh

[Chorus 2x (Juicy J)]
Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some
Bring that dro and play the beat

[Juicy J]
Nose all runny, fine snow bunny
Take her to the crib, make her drink cummy
I'm from the hood I ain't never did this
But now I can say I done done it
Cocaine Blain, that's my dog
Called him up to house this slut
We gone fuck her in the back of the bus
And fill her nose up full of that dust
Three 6 Mafia, wild on tour
Whooping these niggaz and fucking these hoes
In the bathroom bout two whole hours
Gettin' real high, passed out on the floor
Fuck that shit, niggaz out of the frame
Take 'em one and one, back in the game
Back on the street, back on the strip
Looking for a freak to run a train

[Crunchy Blac]
What you boys doing with that weed?
Where you boys going with that shit?
Begging like a little kid
Give the homie a little bit
I ain't smoke, yeah I smoke
Cheefin on that endo dope
Hypnotize better, we make cheddar
All the haters hit the road (kill yo self!)

[Chorus 2x (Juicy J)]
Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some
Bring that dro and play the beat

[DJ Paul]
My nostrils so stopped up
I can't even smell the weed smoke
The green man, it got locked up
So I better make the best out this dro
I sniff, I choke, I really enjoy myself
It might seem like I'm sick
But that (?) done got me there
I got a couple of chocolate thangs
I got me a couple of white thangs
I got me a couple of Chinese bitches that pussies really sideways
I got a bag, zip lock
Filled to the brim with a pound in it
Me and scarecrow gone fuck these hoes
And make sure the click hit it

[Crunchy Blac]
DJ Paul, that's my dog
We break down walls like king kong
Any nigga by my pad later on
We smoke so much call us Cheech and Chong
High as a bird, no like a plane
Got me high, I'm feeling it man
Ain't no shame in my game
Give yo boy the co-cocaine

[Chorus 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Hard Hittaz"

"Hard Hittaz"


[Intro DJ Paul talking (With Echos)]
Yea! (Yea)
Three Six (Six)
Boogie Mane (Mane)
Hypnotize Mindz (Tize Mindz)
You know.. (You know)
Niggaz get scared when they see these hard hittas (Hard Hittas)
Walk up in the motherfuckin' club we comin to repossess and shit (Possess and shit)
They start talking like girls and shit (And shit)

[Woman]
You cant touch me
Stand back
No!!! [2x]

[DJ Paul]
Yeah

[Hook 2x]
They got scared when these hard hittas came in
They got chains but they all tucked in
We got them thangs and we brought 'em all in
These niggaz play dead when they hear we came in (Came in)

[Crunchy Blac]
See I'm a hard hitta yes I am
And I dont really nigga give a damn
About you and how you fuckin rock shit
I put a 45 that make you bitches stop dead
You wanna cock it go ahead and cock it
Dont make a nigga like me make you drop it
I'm ten toes I'm from tha M-fuckin-Town
We gangster walkin
You hear the fuckin gangster sound
Its ashes to ashes dust to dust
The gats we trust
Y'all dont really wanna bust
I see you and your crew nigga in da club
You tuck in yo chainz you must be some sissy club
Do you wanna go to war nigga & spit some blood
You talkin that shit like a fuckin slut
You talk shit then you might as well bring shit
I shut this muthafuckin club down for you bitch!

[Hook 2x]

[DJ Paul]
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Now if you wonder why so many diss Hypnotize
Its cause them haters ain't eatin
they on some muthafuckin diets
A lot them is really sick I think they got amnesia
Cause on Sunday they diss ya
But come Monday they need ya
Quit tellin lies to the public
If you could rewind your life back
You probably be wit me on this track
But I ain't come here my nigga for no sorrow no wounds
But im'a stay bumpin till I bump by head on my tool
Fo' real!

[Juicy J]
Niggaz wanna blame us cause they ain't famous
They wanna ride a new whip instead of catchin the matter bus
So why I gotta take the blame for lame ass niggaz not havin things
Maybe you need to boost some clothes get yourself some pocket change
I know you like them fairy tales say you make the three six sell
So while my pockets still on swoll you reachin in the garbage pale
Player I'm not your friend wit' it name a price and J'll spend it
Get yourself a nine to five and try your luck on a lottery ticket

[Boogiemane]
What's up nigga
Wanna be bad as the next nigga
True facts you ain't gettin shit but fuck nigga
Buck nigga catchin the cut when I rush nigga
Jump nigga thinkin you cool you chump nigga
Fuck that im'a get nine to get mine
If you hood dog off in the club I'm on shine
Pine in my mouth fuck up your cloud and get paid
Wit' the same place to call our own and get away
Whats the deal dog I be bout buckin and getting crunk
And really dog I could care less about stunts
In my trunk though where you gon' ride after the show
Ain't no punk goes so I suppose you'll get throwed by some elbows
Fuck it I'll fill his ass wit' holes on that funk blow throwin high low
Like I'm a pro get crunk dog get buck dog
But actin like a fuckin' fool gon' get you jumped dog

 

[fox69]

"Hit A Muthafucka"

"Hit A Muthafucka"


I bet you won't
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (bitch)
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (hoe)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't

This ain't no game, we bring the pain
So don't you niggas trip
Fallin the club with all them thugs
And five extra clips
Deep alsways deep is how we come cause we ain't no joke
So when you hoes talk all this shit
We gonna cut ya throat
And let you chuck right out the door, the three 6 mafia game
Now i was pullin a fucking gun
We out so throw them thangs
Don't hit that white
Any why the fuck act like you crazy man
We know you niggas just some hoes
You let our nuts hang

[??]
And let me crack you mind up
Want to get you hypnotized cause you this scarecrow
Keep a mystic type of business than we run
You may not cap to the s's
Cause we young, my time, my flex
It's a futuristic and autistic mega plisto plex
I rack up many shots cuase on my run colegri pop
I make sure they get so wild, they bustin caps right on the spot
All around the planet rock, the ghetto clocks don't stop
My nigga gotta take a deep breathe
A keep blowin till they drop

[chorus x2]

[??]
We ain't going to stop until some down people die up in the audience
Word up, push them to the floor
Put your foot in his guts so aple watch them fully trample
Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so kit kiddy can't handle
The crowd, the gotta ru rush before a few gonna get crushed
Crush crush, we got it buck buck (the three 6)
And when the shows over i want to see (??) nothing but bodies
On the floor and they got no three 6 (surprise)

[??]
I heard the streets that a nigga has said, something about that nigga
I think his name was cruchy blac
But i walk up to his house, i knocked upon his door
When he came to the door, i hit him in the mouth
And i knocked him on the floor
Then i hit him and hit him somemore
Then i told that fucking boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the motherfucking prophet boys
Cause the prophet boys be hypnotizing all of ya'll
Ganna tear around your throat and drag you like you want

[chorus x2]

[gangsta boo]
Why to styling at my face
Why you talks behind my back
Hitting you hitting you down when i (??) to attack
Never can't be fade
Cause this lady roll with right click
Now i'm talking shit
Call me misses mobb bitch
Smoking automos all you hoes boutin' my damn self
Never hanging with you skanks
Cause i'm bad for your health
Playa haters out you stars pullin' cars bout' yourself
We be stanking like some fart under sheets, hold your breathe

[??]
(??)
See i call up then niggas operator tellin me they
Was stressed with you up on that house that i'm hell
Looking out there
See you telling always tell who freezy's always shells
(??)
How she really cares bout' her hair
Here he thinks he stabbs around a hoe round'

 

[fox69]

"Hoes Can Be Like Niggas"
(feat. Lil Chat)

"Hoes Can Be Like Niggas"
(feat. Lil Chat)



I'm sick and tried of coward bitches taking advantage of me
I told these hoes that I can't go I grip my crown three-eighty
I keep my distance from these bitches cause they are with that shit
Ain't got no choice these hoes be clicking
Lil Chat can't fuck with no bitch
I'd rather kick it by my lonely cause I'm all that I need
I'd rather kick it by my lonely cause I don't share my weed
You see most of these niggas
See they do not know
Gone call Lil Chat that come with flow that make you kick in them does
So most of you hoes that be trying to run dope
Fuck'em hong'em by the rope befoe I grab you in a chock
Tossing foties hold up shorty niggsa there ain't no love
Don't give a fuck bout what you say and I don't play with that bud
I'm hitting a seven on my row cause you can't fuck with a mac
If you fuck up no hesitation I'm gone go get my gat
I got my block I slang my rocks
I'm now busting down them streets
That chick so hot my baby daddy got the vest watching me

[chorus 2x's]
Hoes can be like niggas
and pull triggas slang
dope up on a curve and
droppin bodies in the river
I said
Hoes can be like niggas
and pull triggas slang
dope up on a curve and
droppin bodies in the river playa

My everyday race is different places
Yeah I'm about that chedder
When I got my glock my drank and smoke I'm guaranteed to feel better
A real true thug ass bumping slugs
Ain't got no hoe in my blood
These fake ass bitches throwing falses so I show them no love
Ol' shit tell my why these bitches be bringing me ana
They must don't know where I stay
So strapped on situations I handle
We could be feddy
I be ready to release out these slugs
You pump your nuts its going down
Bitch you better be strapped up
Hoes you should think before you start
cause once you start I'm gone finish
I guarantee your so called niggas ain't gone want to get in it
Can't catch me slipping
You fucked up I keep ny nine in my truck
They call me that phyco bitch that't leaving you dead on your porch
A bad ass bitch that's making sure
I'm teaching all hoes a lesson
Muthafuck a friend
I don't need no friend
My friend is spim'em west'in
Grab that skee mask off my dresser and that rifle to get ya
Just letting you know that I'm the bitch with no decision but kill ya

[chorus 2x's]