Three 6 Mafia

[fox69]

"Hood Star"
(feat. Lyfe Jennings)

"Hood Star"
(feat. Lyfe Jennings)



[Intro]
Yuh! Hypnotize Minds, {?}
Three 6 Mafia, Lyfe Jennings, goin down
Life is beautiful man
But niggaz don't respect niggaz, y'knahmsayin?
You help a man out just for him to dog you out
Niggaz don't appreciate shit, fuck 'em all!

[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings]
So you crack this weed
It's respect that'll cost my nigga
Double back through the water if you cross a nigga
It's greasy at the top, don't fall off my nigga
And get lost my nigga
I'm a marijuana smokin, never been broken
I don't give a fuck about the po-lice, I'm a hood star!
Sixteen inches on my Impala
Daddy I'm a motherfuckin gangsta, ahh

[Verse One]
These niggaz wanna be in my shoes, but they feet too small
They only yell so I turn to, just to see me fall
The new code in the streets, that's used by the phony
If you cain't beat him, just call the police on him
Or hate on him so bad try to turn the world against him
Go in the studio like a hoe make some bullshit and diss him
But none of that surprise me I done been through it all
17 years in the game, real game, DJ Paul
I done seen the real, I done seen the fake
I done seen fake bitches turn real to fake
Cause hateism is a disease, it's kinda like AIDS
They feed you shit for years, and then they send you to your grave

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
First I'm broke, so I hang out with the rat and roach
And still broke, cause I'm sleepin on apartment flo's
The hood struggle is to get it, got to make the change
See every dark is like the dark cloud full of rain
You wonder why niggaz high and they robbin folks
Ain't nuttin to tell you but to pack yo' heat and let it go
Them junkies get a fuckin kick, when they smoke a brick
I never seen a drug dealer ever call it quits
But get money (yessir~!) Make the block pop off
Niggaz snitchin man they heads will get chopped off
The feds tappin fool it's dangerous when you hood trappin
So don't get lost in the sauce slingin cold crack'n

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I Ain't Cha Friend"

"I Ain't Cha Friend"


[laughter]
Yeah, ya'll thought that underground shit
Wouldn't gon' work in ya
Yeah
For the ouijas of sin is death
For the gift of god is eternal life
Through jesus christ our lord
Roman 6-23 nigga
Read it and weep, biatch

[koopsta knicca]
Hit a man bustin' up in my door
So i grab my 44
Now them bustas on the floor
Covered up by pillows
Oh no
I'm lookin' for them trizicks
Tryin' to put a group up in they clizick
I'm comin' up quick
I'm takin' no shots bustin' these caps off in these bitches
So why you wanna mess with this
So why you wanna take off this piece
Fool i'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech (??) fatality
You'll be fled
I'll be glad
When i make you hit that grass
I ain't showin' no mercy
God damn it i'm bustin' that ass
I'm havin' cisions of flesh (??) like that roozer tech
That mess in my head
If the constantly teachin' this evil shit
You hear some laughin' whose that in the window gaspin'
Now if you feel me tell me whose that creepin' for your head

[gangsta boo]
This goes out to all of you suckas
Includin' you crossers
Includin' you bustas
This shit is so fucked up
I can't even trust ya
This lady is tried of you motherfuckers
I'm bumpin' so hard
It's like oh my god
Gangsta boo is rippin' the mic all apart
If your ass wasn't so full of that fart
Never would you have tasted me from the start
I'm trying to tell you hoe
Let me tell you bitch
You ain't my fuckin' friend
Prophet entertainment member known as boo
Had to tell your ass time and time again
Ride with my click
Bitch triple 6
Is all i need plus my weed and the n-i-n-e
To keep you frilly hoes off of me
Come into my face
With that pimpin' ass shit
Watch you see this gangsta bitch get scandolous
You friendly ass hoes i scratch off my list
I don't need you
Don't want you bitch

[crunchy blac]
Friends like foes in these hoes
Keep on talkin' that shit
Actin' like they bad as fuck
But they ain' really talkin' bout' shit
Keep on dissin' this click
And we gon' hurt one of you tricks
Put your body in a ditch
Or dig a grave for that shit
Don't you ask who like it
Crunchy blac did it bitch
Keep on talkin' all that noise
And i'ma get big like big business

[Chorus x4]
I have to tell these niggas time and time again
Bitch i ain't your fuckin' friend
I'll do your ass in

[dj paul]
Smiles can be deceivin'
Even if it's your friends
And hoes that know we can't be even steven
Should not believe in
Too late one of them slip it's my foes
You already got my glock to the back of your head
Prayers already said
Done consider yourself dead
Your family and friends might be sayin' that i crossed you out
But nigga you was fake from the beginning
So i had to toss you out
Friend i'm no more
I kill all you foes
Step in my trunk
And i give it to a stroll back
The hammer release
And leave your chest with holes
All in the club
With that buck ass tube and pot
It's kind of hard
You can't beat us
And you can't join us
Cause we ain't gonna stop if you don't stop

[scarecrow]
Some of the superior astronomical bends
From that of my mystical dreams
Of the many scenes
Mighty, manipulative, mercilous, multiple murderers
Sit back in dangerous
Hittin' and strippin'
And critical injury
Misery, seriously witness to the tremory
Trajedy, agany, infamy, agany brutal mentality
Assassatain
My voodoo tribe
If you don't want to be fried
Put on a feary disguise
Lord infamous takn' no prisoners
Forget the begging, pleading, and the cries
Your reservation revalation
A satanic nation
Has be prophesized
I can look in your eyes and tell that there is fear
From the eternal burning of each of your lies
Flights of headlights
Black clothes and limos
Another negro startin' to decompose
From his casket the scarecrow shall place a bloody black rose
Who knows that hate
That goes behind closed doors
With corpses froze in six foot holes
Wicked throws
Evil flows and torturing of foes

[Chorus x4]

Yeah, i ain't ya fuckin' friend
You do your ass in nigga
[laughter]
Three 6 mafia comin' at your ass for the 9-7 bitch
Yeah
Watch your back niggas
You know who you are motherfucker
That brown shit would (??)
[laughter]

 

[fox69]

"I Ain't Goin'"

"I Ain't Goin'"


[Lord Infamous]
Sound the alarm
Infamous comes
From the slums
Lookin' them done
Within' they pump
Cough the thoughts
Bitches are numb
Niggas they run
All of my guns
Droppin' a fuss
Filish the wound
Bitches are doom
At high noon
Billy the Kid
Splatter his wig
Without a clue
Niggas get blue
Off they shoes
What's up dead fool
I got my tools
Don't get the rules
It's up to you
What will you do
Here comes the rat
Here comes the tat
Hit 'em with bats
Chop off they ass
Blow up the gats
Don't hit a mack
Infamous packed
Down for a jack
Ready to buck
Wantin' to fuck
Testin' my nuts
You will get stuck
Down in the rut
Fillin' the slugs
Empty your gut
All on the rug
[?] dug
All on my mug
They will pay
When I'm comin' with the shanks
And my dank
And the chains

[Koopsta Knicca]
Fallin' up and down the street
Lookin' for some shit to creep
Niggas knowin' my bogus tags
And they pull up they gangsta setts
They knowin' bout my roll
Part of robbin' niggas who thinkin' they hard
And dumpin' trick in a ditch
That's my hobby cause I ain't ready
In the bushes where I hang
But you want to be a wild thang
And throw yo ass up in my face
Now I got your little monkey ass
No I'm not a scapula
So try to break it off with the rest of your dough
[?] the rest of yo bag
[???]
Which will die or bleed elite
Watch yo body hit the street
[?] they say where you lay
No one knows your damn face
But I do and that's a fact
Come play the game of pitty pat
I thought you on the railroad track
Slice yo head and leave you dead

[Chorus]
I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business
I ain't goin' bitch
Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be...

[Juicy "J"]
Ain't no fuckin' negotiatin'
When the nines cocked
Don't get yourself in a situation
Straight to a pinebox
I think it's time for meditation
To all this crime stop
Three 6 known for demonstratin'
For makin' bodies drop
Sometimes it's like I'm in a movie
Like the movie Scream
These niggas don't say nothing to me
Cause I be lookin' mean
And if you stick a knife right through me
Cut through my bloodstream
You hoes ass niggas better kill me
Cuase fool this ain't no dream
I'm comin' for you like I'm crazy
Straight out the institution
Like a mafia member pay me
They know there nothin' to it
To leave my house lazy
And throw her in a sewer
The 97 you can't fade me
When I got something to do with it

[DJ Paul]
Now we got some killas in the house
When you claim you couldn't tell
Do I need to leave it here?
(buck, buck, buck)
To leave your ass convinced
Or do we need to put some kick dose on you fucky hoes
Mack 10's and 12's rebel
WE got this under control
And when we call this type of deal
It's a splash party
When them brains paint the wall
It's Dj Paully all off of ya'll
Watch me blas
Watch me grasp for this stash
Rip off this mask
I done got hotter hope it's all cash
And the n we hopin' in this essense
But throw them gats
The mask and sacks of cash in Juicy's Lexus
And now we goin' out own separate ways
We got six hundred and sixty-six ways to get paid

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I Got"
(feat. Pimp C)

"I Got"
(feat. Pimp C)



[Intro]
Three 6 Mafia! Put your money where your mouth is boy
If you really wanna do somethin GET THE FUG UP!!!

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Bitch I got money (ha) I got clothes (uhh)
I got whips (hold up) I got hoes (be-atch)
I got money (uhh) I got clothes (HAH)
I got whips (hold up) I got hoes (hold up)
Bitch I got money (ha) I got clothes (uhh)
I got whips (hold up) I got hoes (be-atch)
I got money (uhh) I got clothes (HAH)
I got whips (hold up) I got hoes

[Verse One]
I'm ridin tall on 24's, spittin game out to the hoes
With my windows tinted black, make you think you saw a ghost
My home painted white on white, inside leather white on white
Chiefin, drankin up all night, ballin out yeah that's the life
Ladies wanna ROLL with me, blow a bag of 'DRO with me
Party to the crack of dawn, when I'm down in YO' city
I'm all about this pimpin, when it comes to wo-men
Get some head while drive mayne, oh what a feelin~!

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Here I am; here I am so fresh, so so clayn
Off in the club, aww shit I see I blew the hoe's brain
Befo' I came, I say I blew a whole thang
Clean as a dollar, off in my black on black Impala
The Don Dada, is what they call me overseas
But over here I should say I'm the king of Memphis, Tennessee
Rap, is a wrap, haters wrapped off in my duct tape
What it take I say I been hard since first mixtape
Face get your G's up, way way up to my level
Higher than the clouds where my daddy restes in heaven
But on another note I'm so stylish I changed the name
I surpassed clean, like a baby, I'm clayn clayn

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Ay let me tell you niggaz somethin
Let me tell you somethin nigga

[beat changes to a piano loop]

[Verse Three]
That paper is like trash nigga, throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
That paper is like trash nigga, throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out) - YESSIR
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
We got - big rims, big cars, big guap, ghetto stars
In the hood, gettin rich, gettin it, livin large
Sellin white, sellin pills, sellin crystal meth meth
Sellin D's, sellin speed 'til there's nothin left left
Fresh clothes, pullin hoes, get my roll on (roll on)
Phone ringin off the hook, bitch hold on (hold on)
I got a brand new woofer, put some more hoes on
So I can hit the club, strip, and get chose on

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I Told 'Em"

"I Told 'Em"


[Intro]
Yeah!! Hypnotize Minds!
Three 6 Ma-fi-UHH!
Yuh~! You niggaz wanna motherfuckin play nigga
Don't go by the Terrance playin no motherfuckin TV show or movie nigga
Lookin to test me sucka?
I'll show you niggaz where motherfuckin tears come from nigga
From the motherfuckin haze of these niggaz guns right here boy!
It's goin down!

[Chorus - 2X]
I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em
I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em
I hate to be FUSSY, I said I hate to be FUSSY
I said I hate to be FUSSY, I swear I hate to be

[Verse One]
Come one come all, to the Hypnotize gun show
Young hoe, gun let go, I've been gung-ho
Run yo' click clean out of that shit
Did they forget, or did they not know who they was fuckin with?
D Paul, Three 6, king of this Memphis shit
Any nigga think otherwise they need to stop it
Prayin when the red tape'll introduce a faker to they maker
Call me The Undertaker for haters causin vapors
And you can catch a hot one, I got plenty of 'em
They called bullets and they burn just like a oven
You know we can do it however, it ain't no use to play
Fire on a nigga like they used to say, YUH!

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Coward niggaz ride 20 niggaz deep
With a piece, underneath the seat, make 'em think they street
I don't need nobody else, whup you by myself
One on one, leave the guns at home, keep 'em on the shelf
But you cain't, cause you need a crew, extra fist or two
Only one, might really shoot, but that is not you
And you show out, try to buck, make 'em think you tough
Been to jail about a couple times, I guess that puffed you up
If you real nigga what the deal? Take some weed or pills
Maybe thinkin get your confidence up, tell 'em how you feel
You a Jew, and a fuck nigga, cain't stand yo' grind
But you walk around, fake-ass frown, but I know you're a clown beotch!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I'd Rather"
(feat. Unk)

"I'd Rather"
(feat. Unk)



[repeat 2X]
I said I love havin sex, but I'd rather get some head
But I'd rather get some head, but I'd rather get some head

[Intro: Unk]
Hypnotize Minds!!
Three 6 Ma-fee-UH~!
And your boy DJ, Montay
And this another {Oomp Camp production}
Goin down

[Chorus: Three 6 Mafia + (female) + {both}]
I said I love havin sex, but I'd rather get some head
But I'd rather get some head, but I'd rather get some head
(I said I love havin sex, but I'd rather get some head)
(But I'd rather get some head, but I'd rather get some head)
I said I'd rather get some head, I said I'd rather get some head
I said I'd rather get some head, I said I'd rather get some head
{I said I'd rather get some head, I said I'd rather get some head}
{I said I'd rather get some head, I said I'd rather get some head}

[Verse One]
Ridin down the street man I whip my big car
I scoped a little sexy little minx, little bra
She make my dick stand like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
I hit that brake so hard, that I dropped my cigar
Pussy print fat like cash in a wad
I'm lookin like, "Damn baby girl, don't start!"
I'ma take you to my crib girl and screw you like a fraud
Or maybe get some head while I'm ridin in the car
Either way it go man a nigga gotta bust some
Storin my dollar, a nigga got some dust some
High as the moon, I'ma a goon like Plies
Spray it like Big Oomp spray, dead in your eyes
In your eyes

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
I'm the one that supply that D
I'm the one that keep freaks with me
I'm the one that be ridin clean
that be on the scene with that Texas tea
I'm the dude that took yo' girl
I'm the fool that changed the world
I'm the mayne with the twelve inches
she love to lick and it made her earl
Always fresh when I'm at the club
Sippin Goose the plan keep a buzz
From the hood so I throw it up
and the other side they don't mess with us
Love a girl that do it right
Make my toes like curly fries
In the bathroom or in the car
or behind the bar she dy-no-mite~!

[Interlude]
Give me head [4X]
In the dorm room make me pass out, make me dead
Give me head [4X]
Wake me up then put me back to sleep, I ain't scared

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Unk]
Ayy~! Three 6, what's happenin, yooo
Hold on, hold on, hold on hoe! Stop lenme borrow yo' lips that's what I told her
Girl got that Aquafina with a good head on her shoulder
She whispered boy I'm hungry, so I told her she could come
And I didn't feed her nothin but some dick and bubblegum
She want mo' I give her some, I keep them magnums, I'm strapped
And if she tired, lay down, just place yo' head in my lap
Ay Big Oomp Records on the map, we keep that mouth wide open
I Clarence Carter that pro, from the East to the West I'm strokin
From the North to the South I'm pokin, every time this a hit it gets greater
Two choices that she got to make, she can chew me now or later
I'm 'bout that puh-puh paper, but see I love havin sex
And the mo' puh-puh paper, I know that head is the best

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I'm So Hi"

"I'm So Hi"


[Hook: (Crunchy Black) repeat 4x]

I'm so hi', all i smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green
Yeah, that got damn dope

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]

I fuss wit' the light green
I fuss wit' the drizzle hoe
I puts five to the tail
I smokes till it is no mo'
I fuss wit' this hotel
I got towels to the do'
I fuss wit' this freaky hoe
That's down fo' the dicky flo'
I'm blazin' this sticky, but never mixing it wit my coke
This one right here for the nose,
This one right for the smoke
This one right here for the dollars
This one right here roll the blunt
I'm taking six from the Styx
I'm wildin' like niggas stunt

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

1st you get the swishers
2nd buy the liquor
3rd buy some of that sticky, most smokers call it sticker
Can't forget the Newport, suckin' on my too short
Call my nigga Big Tris, bring that blow and snizort
I'm high ass fucking lizzy
I'm stressin' how I'm livin'
Oh please, oh please, oh please,
just give me just one mo' hizze
This hydro weed I got some
I might blow you a shotgun
But if you can't play hizzap
I guess yo ass don't want none

[Hook repeats 4x]

[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]

Give me weed, give me green,
give me somethin wit no seed
Give me somethin I can break down wit
no sticks or unstamy
It don't makes no d if its ? or that bud
gently give it to me and my hand will gently tuck
In yo hand you receive is a big face from me
Tell my nigga pass me that swisher,
so I can roll up this weed
Get me fiending up wit weed
Put that joint to that sweet
Then my nigga looked at my me
Then we started to repeat

[Verse 4: Gangsta Boo]

Yo, I be smokin' out daily,
maybe get up on some hazey
Then remote and faded baby,
cause you niggas drive me crazy
Still a lady when I'm escalated
Faded with my peeps
Bobby Brown smokin' niggas know not to even step to me
When I'm high I ain't gone lie,
I'm feeling freaky up inside
You wanna keep it on the low
I put my truck on the other side
Nigga nigga what you mean Gangsta Boo be on that green
Looking good up on the scene
Posted up knowhat I mean

[Hook repeat 4x]

[Verse 5: Lord Infamous]

Gone on the pills after ?
Yes I break out of the lot
Smoke too much hydro puff
I'm takin' it up a notch
Too me you ain't got to eat?
And the stranger thinks of me?
I'm paralyzed from the P
I'm shootin' up cause of thee
Bacardi for cocoa plex
I sniffed up an avalanche
I'm going in to a trance
The deadliest demon man
You thus as the Sosate say
Yeah pass me that saucer tray
Or pass me a blunt of hay
I wanna just drift away, drift away

[Verse 6: Koopsta]

I be smokin' on motherfucking weed
and chiefin' out
Hear me saying satanic prays
Let her suck my dick
Fo this girl drive me crazy
These niggas got me doped
Gotta blaze a blunt into me
Fo just take me to the chiefin' room
Fuck the city with the chicken
Chief the chicken, roll the chicken
Smoking got the chicken out there dirty,
with a lot of sticky
Hear me this and I think I blowed a pound
Now I seen me a little silhouette of mine

[Crunchy Black:]
Yeah that motherfucking green [3x]
Yeah that got damn dope

 

[fox69]

"In Da Game"

"In Da Game"


[Chorus]

Dope game cocaine
Dope game dope dope cocaine...

[Gangsta Boo]

Dope game
my game
hoes lame
its a shame
how the Gangsta Boo is gonna click up on you bitches manne
Gangsta Boo is not the kind of bitch that will like get punked out
looks are so decieving
stupid bitch do you wanna fizzind out
how can ya bust a playa
playahataz better listen close
if you try to buck me bitch
Im outie with you fucking soul
yes the devils daughter
kind of caught up bitch that wish the slip
slip yo ass in a coffin
because you run your fuckin lip
Hoe my game is thick
so stupid bitch dont ever test me hoe
if I fucked up once
you fuck up twice
so hoe you gotta go
Listen deep this pimpin
really quick before I split your dome
hoe you trying to cross me in this game
and stupid hoe its on

[Juicy J]

Just a flodgin ass nigga
with a lot of cheese
heard he stackin g's
everyday pushin plenty keys
Nigga dont know me
cause I aint no phony
and I aint the nigga you can whoop and call me toby
low key
on his ass
waitin for the night to come
so I can kick down his door and make him give me some
bitch I with a little young nigga age thirteen
fucked up in town while I watched yo ass ride clean
now that Im grown up
from the hood I gained nuts
nigga you gonna drop off that dope
or feel the pain of a hollow tip
rip through your shit or your fuckin brain
thats what you get
when you choose to play the dope game
bitch!

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul]

Im at the cut
droppin the fiend down with the monkey nuts
Im tired
Im hittin 'em short
I gotta get over
I dont give a fuck
the shit goes on from sun-up till sun-down
and on the tweleve I geuss
but now its time cut the shit
wheres my mind at my best
I gotta test
a nigga to see what he got can a fool
make you straight a couple of g’s
I need more cheese
I layin it down on his face
but dont waste time
I gotta roll straight through the shit
sometimes I wonder will it end
cause I rob for petty shit
Im riskin my life pullin yo card
after yall push him off the wood grain
a pop off his smile a one eight spot
Im dodgin the cops
watchin my bizzak fools kinda like a snitch
but when I do my boys
I find there house and go up in that shit

[Lord Infamous]

Check it out
nigga Im kickin in doos
bodies are froze
bloody ya clothes
gun to ya nose
all of you niggaz you really need to give up more money and dope
face the floor
forty-four
into ya head
droppin 'em dead
Infamous fled
put them to bed
with the weight
then escape
count the stacks
shine my gat
after I jack
like a rat
on the creep
all you dopehead niggaz will get put to sleep
when I sneak
give up the dope or get a hole in yo cranium
you see this mean artilery you know containin some
shit that makes me flexible to make your life ejectible
and with this bullet in your brain you be dead either comotose
so when you pushin candy with the Scarecrow comin to smoke you manne
simple and plain
youll get stanged
if you in the dope game
bitch

[Chorus]

In da game
trapped in da game.....

 

[fox69]

"In-2-Deep"

"In-2-Deep"


Yeah, you better watch the situation that you get involved in
You might get involved with the wrong people
Get into a situation you might can't get yourself out of
Dig a hole you can't climb out
You know what I'm saying
Get in it too deep

[Chorus x2]
I'm in it too deep to get on out
They always told me death was the only way out
I'm sitting up all night
I can never rest my head
How will my family take it if I ended up dead

[Lord Infamous]
There was a man who approached me every night
I was resting fast asleep
He traveled deep into my mind
And he promised me power beyond my wildest dreams
He said he could take me away from the suffering
Begging and our poverty
So I had to agree
There's one catch, I must worship him throughout the centuries
But I really didn't know any better
I'm tired of the pain and Koop taught me running
He gave me the things he promised to me
But I cannot leave I will suffer forever
I'm tired of his wrong
All of his powers are much to strong
Oh so bad I want to move on
But if I do my sould is gone
Lions from the cages
Saw you murderers, adulterers, and thieves
What you don't know is that
You're walking in the same shoes with me

[Koopsta Knicca]
Nothin' but a man says forseekin' that's all I see
Is he close to me
Said is she Victoria Secret
hells of the air with the smells of a prayer
Bled right here with a stale bud
Doggystyled in a chair
Turned him on his stomach
Cash his money for the motions
If you ready for mystic [?]
Koop finna come a little bit closer
Rolled him over just before a sound went pop
Then I reached for my heart
Oh my god Koopsta just been robbed
I hope you feel me
I'm laying naked lookinn' at the ceiling
In bloody red
Just same old same for the Koopsta

[Chorus]

[Gangsta Boo]
I'm in it too deep to escape this kind of drama
That costs playa hatas and fakers
That equals problems
Today and day in time
You can't read nobody's mind
These smiles turn to frowns
When they see a playa on the rise
On top of the world
Just a looking down and laughing at'cha
I never be bothered like 2pac
I ain't mad at'cha
So baby beware
This game of life is like do or die
It's hell on this earth
The only thing that's missing is the fire
Come on baby tell me
Is it something that your eyes can't see
Or are you jsut blind to the fact that you in it too deep

[Juicy "J"]
Yeah I know what ya mean
I had to stand on my ground
To give them the scene
Just me and my brotha down in the struggle
Then I serve 'em to the fiends
And after dark
Deep in the park
The dope up fiends
We start to light the pipe all through the night
I use to wonder will god
Please help the poor come up on their feet
Cause ther was nothing to eat
Didn't want to jack or rob
A brotha had to maintain the streets
Up in the projects wasn't no flodgin'
Cuase I was trying to get out who can you trust
I had to be tough
I never ran my mouth
Me and the crew would constantly hit the brew
A natural high
How can you make it in this world but to try

[DJ Paul]
1991 was the year
901 was the area code
Three eight double one six was the zip code and a bottle of Irish Rose
Now let my story be told
A young boy dropping out of school house
But not to learn off in the 10th grade
Try to come up at last
Like a doe
Outcast off all them songs I done made
Boomin' my undergound tapes up and down the hall
To DJ Paul was no damn things
But to my dogs Tony and Shysta
Asked me to join a gang "that ain't me manne"
But hanging around them fools
I had to get down and join the click see
Cause I made so many enemies
From clicks off in my city
Now if I told ya what gang it was
Then you I will seem more down
But if I told ya what gang I'm in
I can only do a show off in my own town
But it's all to the good
Much love to the thugs an my good
And in my set much respect
I wit'cha for life that cha can bet
We lights one up tonight

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Intro"

"Intro"


Straight out the streets of Memphis, Tennessee
The robbery capital of the U.S.
The Three... 6... Mafi-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[Verse One]
Because of they (Mystic Stylez)
They (Lived By They Rep) 'til the end
Causing (World Domination)
And (When the Smoke Cleared), they still was (Unbreakable)
Being the (Most Known Unknowns)
But after winning the Oscar only some would last due to pressure
And be the last man standing
DJ Paul and Juicy J, the (Last 2 Walk)

[Chorus]
Smoke it up - what you do, what you do
Drank it up - what you do, what you do
Snort it up - what you do, what you do
Pop it up - what you do, what you do

[Verse Two]
I can hear the cries
Wishin they could turn back the hands of ti-i-i-i-i-i-me
Ba-a-a-a-a-a-ack...

"Hahahaha! Aww man, get the fuck outta here
Your CD ain't messed up man
I had to fuck wit'cha a little bit
cause I'm gone and I'm lit
But we fin' to give you some bump!"

[scratching] DROP THAT SHIT~!