Three 6 Mafia

[fox69]

"Jealous Ass Bitches"

"Jealous Ass Bitches"


[DJ Paul]
Jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous ass bitches!
Jealous ass bitches!
Jea, Jea, jealous ass bitches! jealous ass bitches!

[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!

[DJ Paul]
My killas and playas
We gotta hear the speaker upon a certain subject tho
These niggas hatas so they talk shit bout us to our hoes
They talk shit tryna put salt in our peeing
These niggas being
Some hating bitches but not seein
We goin after you enemies
Anger is all in me
Graspin another clip
Infared and feel these
Cross outs
Or get tossed out
On that pizzacks
Slammed to the pavement
For a fizz (JEALOUS!)
Never really cool wit me
Hoes ya gotta put em up
Backstabbers and downers hold ya down but bitch im
bout some commers
Puttin them guns up
For ya lame
Take no charges for ya man
Toe to toe witcha hoe
No problem man we can swang bang Bitch!

[ScareCrow]
Well I be damned
Its ScareCrow, and Goddy Cally, Tomontana and Hafa
We choppin off ones on these fuckin ass bitches cuz
they ain't got shit else to offer, Baraka
I'm only 5"5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa
I can't get a post, the copper so close
Less evil down here by tha dock cuz they think they some coners
But in a lil while you fuck niggas gone need some blood doners
We ridin through India launcher
Put dirt in they launcher
They dead on the corner we comin real loca
I tell ya the nigs in my click man we comin real loca
They stayin real blow on tha snow
Always Coca Cola... but not the kind in the can
The kind in the drank cooler or in the drink stand
These niggas got faith in they strap like a crucifix
Run on there knees like the purist christian
And niggas in mafia land do not give a damn matter you penny or brands
We dont have to been that great cuz its no smoking the
store Kalicofalilo? check yo collar

[Chorus 2X]

[Gangsta Boo]
A nova gettin money lendin niggas pimp by the Boo
They want me to smile but steady I frown
Aint nothin but gangsta up in me fool
For what its worth im takin you bitches main
Niggaz and dollars he's whinnin diamond his lady
So let that steam out yo collar
And face reallity
You cant compare when it come to misses Boo
Cant be taking no losses from none of you project ho bitches
I'm livin it up stayin down, tryna get what I can
From the 9-6 to 2G, I'm lovin money now man
So why you playa hatin
Ho you need to dig what I peep
You wonderin why you aint bail
Cuz you be fuckin for free
So since you hot you better let that steam up outta your collar
I'm gettin richer and richer I love the almighty dollar

[Juicy J]
Back when I was broke
didnt nobody wanna fuck wit me
hangin wit my nigga D.
Magic in this property
snipers gaurdin niggas
wit them triggers
slangin nuttin but fruit
making junkies flip into a zone
like they on that screw
those was my itles
Dan and J. said stick to rap
cuz if you die in that shit
ima get tha gat
3 years past and I finnaly got a fuckin break
3-6 Mafia missed the styles
niggas start to hate
fo i started makin cheese
sellin tapes
underground players stay down
now they frown when I come around
but im maintaining
still drankin
hatin I cant destroy
every time I ride
All I hear is fuck witcha boy

[Chorus 2X]

Draped up and dripped out
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho
Draped up and dripped out
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!

 

[fox69]

"Jus Like Us"

"Jus Like Us"


[DJ Paul talking with gunshots in background]
Yeah, run bitch. Run hoe! Ya nice motherfuckas!
Y'all jealous ass bitches!
You know what I'ma call y'all? Some Jello niggas.
Cuz y'all jealous of us, bitch.
Every motherfucker in our camp ridin clean, nigga.
Y'all know the motherfuckin score.
And this one right here is dedicated to you [censor beep].
It's dedicated to you, nigga.

[Chorus: DJ Paul x1]
They wanna dress like
Wanna sound like
Wanna be like
Ride like
Get high like
Make cheese like
The motherfuckin Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit em?
The motherfuckin Three 6, hoe you got a problem wit em?

[Lord Infamous]
I'm from the part of Tennessee called SPV, Spray Pesty Varments
Catch ya busta boy, I beat em; blow em up outta his dorments
Punk ass niggas be tryin ta stick a light up under me, like some ornaments
Don't make me grab the case that's fulla the weapons and hand ya ?the bombing?
Bitch ya killin me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage
Punk motherfucker don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storage
Bitches, bloody Satan waiting ?
Armageddon soldiers comin to ?

[Crunchy Black]
You trying to be like me, you can't be like me
It's hard ta be me, like them stunts on TV, g
You see me, hustlin, workin my muscle-in
Puttin my 2 cents where it can be trusted-n
You musta been a silly fool
Thinkin you could wear my shoes, damn fool
I walked a mile, I hauked em down
I understand now, why everybody don't wanna frown

[Chorus x2]

[DJ Paul]
1 thousand: Your kid kidnapped and fucked in the mouth
2 G's: Wife never seen again, but nothin to brag about
3 thousand: Car blown up, house burnt to the ground
4 G's: Run up in ya weak ass show, lettin off rounds
5 thousand: Best friend found naked and decapitated
6 G's: Yo broke ass barried alive cuz yo ass hated
7 G's: He ain't even workin, I kill a nigga myself, dead
Catch em in tha haven put somethin hot up in his head

[Juicy J]
I'm real from the junt (junt)
Never was a punk (punk)
North Memphis bound bitch, buck ass hell and crunk (crunk)
You might catch me deep (deep)
On your fuckin street (street)
Buckin wit the tech-9, sweep you off yo feet (feet)
Drankin on that liquour (liquor)
Chillin wit my niggas (niggas)
Hangin on the corner, wit a fuckin rusty pistol (pistol)
Step up to me hoe (hoe)
When you on that blow (blow)
I'ma (gunshots: pop pop pop, pop) till you hit tha flo (flo)

[Chorus x2]

[Koopsta Knicca]
Ahhhhh!
Please don't test the wrist or steel this
Waitin for she tell, pop, every style mystic
Pimp shit, hits never miss those red
Settin you a miss, when I spray the AK
Plus I flex-a hella gay, will you catch a boy?
Ever since a boy, always had black toy
So we ain't goin out, no punk, I'm knockin out y'all
Dead body, froze, ?hard puss in my jaw?

[Gangsta Boo]
Well all them hoes that used to be down with me
I signed a deal, made some money, now you bitches downin me?
Bitches tryin ta blast at me,
or am I dreamin the motherfuckers be after me?
Why you tryin ta be like me? You labelled as a wanna-be.
You ghetto hoes, you need to read up on this Gangsta Boo
Cuz you might find a tip, bitch, that can help you.
I'm a down chick
Niggas be wantin ta crown chick
Stay around chick
Whenever, however, it's goin down, bitch.

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Just Anotha Crazy Click"
(feat. Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid)

"Just Anotha Crazy Click"
(feat. Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid)



[Violent J's Intro]
I choke... nope... thats wack hold up.
I stab you with an umbrella,
then open it cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian
Alright Hold Up!!!! Wait a second listen!
I peel your cap back with a cannon ball
I buck 'em all fuck 'em all we standin' tall woooo....
Three 6 Mafia, Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid!

[Juicy J]
We used to... we used to....
We used to rob for them petty things, like a gold chain
no a motherfuckin pinky ring, now it's cocaine
If you see me on the dope train, I'm the dope man
Cigarettes in muh right hand, ready to make a stain
Old folks scared of eye-gain, at the window pane
they be lookin' wit a migraine
while I catch a drain and you know it's a fuckin' shame
when you in this game tryin' to sell to a sprung lane
I control ya brain

[DJ Paul]
Now do muh niggas bust glocks fuck wit us Big C
It's the ¿buggaz? of the boat, bust a trick make 'em bleed
through his neck through his back nigga cover them hoes
ain't no mess goin' be workin' when you twirkin' with some pros
Automatic rep a carrier challange on the barrier,
hang 'em in the closet kidnap the treasurer,
bandanas on our face we wilin' out like some cowboys
hoe we need the g's and I'm talkin like NOW BOYS!

[Chorus: Gangsta Boo (repeat 2X)]

We just anotha crazy click
Doin whatever to get us wild when we pumped up
You outta luck bitch I aint gon' lie, put ya guns up
Show 'em who really runnin the streets with the calicos

[Monoxide Child]
We the click that don't play...
quik to rip ya head off and hand it to Violent J and bury it away
I'm on a spree killin for free without a conscience
bitches we on a mission to bomb shit!
Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six Click
Hoes that pop lip, can eat a dick, or get ya neck slit
I'm havin' these memory relapses of bodies up in the caskets
with no heads Monoxide foolin' wit tha dead!

[Jamie Madrox]
We rollin deep on the lawn with the psychopathic leathers on
You say it's on so come bring it on
We gettin crunk at your funerals treat us like we criminals
We juggalo individuals!!!!!
We just anotha crazy click... ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six!
All up in this bitch and we runnin shit
We doin drivebys on all y'all wit chainsaws
here I come redefined, rugged and raw!

[Chorus]

[Violent J]
We just anotha crazy click to fuck around and bury ya
Takin care of ya we the scrarier than malaria
I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein
chokin' anybody I find I'm takin mine

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Ya muthafuckas can't get near it, cause ya fear it
look in my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gherig
I don't know Judo but I go "Kheeya!"
I'll fuck you up so bad a wheel chair couldn't see ya!

[Violent J]
Listen... You hear that slut?
That was me! pullin' this stick out ya butt!
I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screamin' "Fuck y'all!"
I stab bitches wit a chain saw!

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
We walk around Compton & Watts, beatin' scrubs up
and right in Tim Dog's face I throw the dubs up
we tearin' clubs up down South wit D
.. Three Six y'all.. Twiztid.. and I.C.P.

 

[fox69]

"Knock Tha Black Off Yo Ass"
(feat. Project Pat)

"Knock Tha Black Off Yo Ass"
(feat. Project Pat)



[Hook 2x]
It ain't no bitch in my blood nigga its nothing but thug [2x]
I'lll knock tha black off yo ass [4x]

[Project Pat] {North North} [repeated throughout verse]
The main nigga on the block where it's hot talking shit
I be the main motherfucker somewhere dead in a ditch
Bullet lead to his broke leg two off in his head
Was he scared then hit the man 'cause of what he said
Copastead I be copastatic means I'm to the good
Copper lead in my automatic when I'm in your 'hood
Wish you would try to flex dog pistol in my drawers
Hollywood North Memphis dog motherfuck the laws
Kept it real from the jump street still lookin' up to me
Out your grill bustin' wit' the heat off of the concrete
Blow your toes bloody out your nose got the body cold
Guy's will roll you to hospital full of hollow holes
Check 'em in with a sheisty grin you get out this cab
You gon' hand me some damn ends break yourself for dad
Doin' bad but I'm not for long my nigga it's on
When I shoot with this fuckin' tone you is gon' be gone

[Hook 2x]

[Juicy J] {North North} [Repeated throughtout verse]
(Mmmhmm)
10 g's will get your ass blown off
Have your mama boohooin' and your daddy and your mother in law (mmmhmmm)
20 g's will get your ass chopped up
By some rendevue barbecue tips we don't give a fuck (mmmhmm)
30 g's will get you thrown in a river
Splittin' wit' your nigga he'd probably ride wit' her (mmhmm)
50 g's will get you cold taken out
Niggaz mention your name they say "Man we don't know what you talkin'
'bout" (mmmhmm)
You can get your ass pistolwhipped with a nine or a .45 or a henny dip
We fight dirty till we die nigga get your throat slit
Then we stomp you to the ground and then we throw your arm a clip
We don't give a fuck

[Hook 2x]

[Crunchy Black]
You can talk about this you can talk about that
But if I catch you talkin' I'ma beat you wit' a bat
Do you something wrong nigga how you like that
I thought I saw a puttycat I thought I saw a cat
Peepin' my goods try'na see my stash
But if I catch you peepin' nigga that's your ass
You the type of nigga that'll keep coming back
So I'ma gon' kill you leave you dead where you at

[DJ Paul]
I think they better call Bush 'cause it's a national disaster
When I unleash my pistolgrip Bushmaster
Ring the alarm I got double charms
100 round spinnin' you can't hide you can't run
I'm a sniper ridin' in a blue Chevy
A trunk full of guns man you hoes ain't ready
Kill a bitch like Freddy in the beddy in pajamas
In the middle of the night wake him up to red sights (Blaoow!)

[Hook 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Land Of The Lost"

"Land Of The Lost"


[Chorus:]
deep down south in da hood niggas slang
Hustlin' and game
Tryin ta stack some change
Land of tha lost full of gangstas n killas
Niggas all about they damn scrilla <<x2>>

[Gangsta boo]

To start it off i'm the mutha fuckin lady about her cheese
While u other herman benz out there leavin fo' free
Kinda quick to tell you what im gonna get and it be true
At the end of the rainbow nigga i thought you knew
Cause im sayin all my hustlas dont forgot im on the green
Got a pocket full of money not no stones know what i mean?
Dont get mad cause yo ass livin broke
Fuck that get up off yo lazy ass
Get about yo fuckin scratch

??

Im chasin franklin wit' my triple 6 thugs
Cause we was sinners
I get deeper im still comin up with lint
Livin in a tent some trick gotta change
It aint the same
And its plain ta see i aint the same man
Beat a bitch, rob a hoe
Kick in does from doe ta doe
Prophet posse never sloppy
Clean you out from roof ta flo'
Im startin ta stinkin' raisin my heartbeat
Ta never be rich
Rather trade a hoe for mackers dis predemption

[chorus x2]

[Juicy j]

Its on! why you shakin whatcha wanna do
I gotta 357 brand new shootin holes through
Niggas skulls fool lets get da dope and drop it off
And count them g's and smoke some cheese
It pays to brake the law
My cousin creepin all them graded boys gonna hook us up
To make a grip on that white shit that we dont see or touch
Fuck what you talkin about?
We slangin nigga
By any means you wanna stop the team we pull the trigga

??

Red red go away!
Cause a nigga wanna play
Leave me here
??
Standin to the left
There yo cab
Let me wear a breifcase in my situation
So many smilin faces
About tha devil thats in me racin'
Placin heres a mutha fucka my nigga i tell ya what
When i was in the jail while my killa was in da cut
All because of this is how power,cowering
Bustin that i heat up musta been in love
Wanna feel me with slugs

[Crunchy blac]

Its crunchy black crunchy black
On da creep nigga
How you niggas out here gonna laugh and fuckin giggle?
When im gettin bigga and bigga
Bigga den a fuckin picture
Picture me in yo dreams when im out, ta fuckin getcha
Hit ya fo' ya dividends and fled from da fuckin case
Dont drop no peices so i, want catch a case
Make a mistake in dis game and man youll hafta pay
Deep in the jail cell or holy cell
Never see the day

[chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Last Man Standing"
(feat. Gangsta Blac, M-Child)

"Last Man Standing"
(feat. Gangsta Blac, M-Child)



[Chorus x4:]
You don't know me
My weapon's here to tell ya

[Lord Infamous]
Torture til they gone, never stay alone, killas, laser chrome
Hunting in the zone, where the enemies roam,
Massacre the town, fire all yo rounds, make em all fall down,
Please don't make a sound, hear the Devil growl
Please don't go to sleep, never go to sleep
You may not awake cause I'm goin to take you deep down beneath
The Scarecrow's in the woods, creeping through the woods
Creeping through yo hood, please don't be so scared
Go and take a look
I got behind the steel, may I be forgived, I didn't mean to kill
Now I wipe your bone and blood off my windshield
I'm sitting in the park, fire on the lost, watching body parts
Burning into sparks, bloodied on my saw
Lord Infamous is me, psychpathically, driven in the mind
Seek and you shall find my evil is blind
Cause I give a fuck less, color of your flesh, I just want to mess
Up your fuckin chest with my jet black tech

[Chorus x4]

[Gangsta Boo]
Playa what you know about the south side?
Not a damn thing, but yo ass do not realize
South is takin over, nigga, squashin all this bullshit
North, east, west, it's all good, gotta represent
Comin with the quickness, oh my goodness, it's this gangsta bitch
Never solo only roll with niggaz down with Triple 6
What you gettin jealous fo?
Nigga you don't know me so
Bustin so Mafia World, Mafia makin money ho

[Juicy J]
Yeah, this Triple 6 Mafia click it's real
Fool it ain't nothin fake
We tote them glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitate
You wanna run up to this click and talk that ?flodge? and shit
And have yo ass tied up and thrown away off in a ditch
Or see me bitch, drop to yo feet while you flow 20 deep
Deep in the Mississippi River wrapped up in a sheet
And then ya know the Last Man Standin can't be you or me
How could fuck with this and my fuckin N-i-n-e?
BEEYATCH!

[Chorus x4]

[D.J. Paul]
The Last Man Standin'll never be part of the B.O.N.E
Comin from that ? 4-0, searchin for my enem-eny
Niggaz tryin to come quick, shut it up you fixin to die trick
40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya to the brains, you fixin to die, bitch
Huh, in the Mid-south we cannot see ya, may never wanna be ya
When you come up out that Chevy with yo draws off
Sawed-offs we be aimin, never with yo games-es
Automatic my brains is, shootin yo fuckin brains in
Three 6 mutha fuckin Mafia, fools we gon rocket ya
Wanna after party ain't no stoppin us
Comin from the M, ain't no love for her or him
Here's a blast from that blast
Man I doubt ya even last in the past
You thought you had some characters, fuckin the wrong click
6 niggaz gonna carry ya, I bury ya
Bitches alive after the rest of demands
The Three 6 Mafia, the last to stand
After the war is over

[Chorus x4]

[Gangsta Blac]
Deuce, deuce down, drinkin crown with the Texas thugs
Scrugs, ain't no love, catch me slummed of them fuckin drugs
Boys Club bound, lost and found, biggest man around
Never try to break me down, ?tre 8? though, gon fuckin clown
You don't know this nigga
What, malt liquor got you thinkin strange?
Rico with that fo-fo through the d-z-oor, you don't know this man
G-a-n-g-s-t-a, bitch, glorified shit, trick
Ain't no need for this cause a man will kill you quick
Nigga!

[M-Child]
It's almost nightfall, let me slip on my murderer mugs
A smile to a frown make a nigga think that I'm on drugs
Orange Mound where I be, Mackin Child is who I be
A young to arrested got you stressin to my mystery
Psycho kids split yo wig, all over the mighty dollar
Fuckin with my Devil this ho let this beam up out yo collar
Comin deep, Mafia deep, puttin you niggaz to fuckin sleep
A bomb in yo pager, now watch it blow when the Child beep
BITCH!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Late Night Tip"

"Late Night Tip"


[Lord Infamous]
Let me just take you somewhere secret
gonna cut all of the lights down dim
Forget all about your boy we gonna just flow it
What we felt let's share a few private thoughts
I'm not just, out for your sex
Let me simplify the things in life that you find complex
Forget what, you heard bout me cuz you're a Scarecrow groupie
but there's no pressure on you cuz you know
what you must do check this out
Let's have a drink and I give you time to think
Let me puff this buddah blunt and cut on this porno buff
Girl come lounge here by my side, tonight your, my devil's bride
And there's a freak deep inside have no shame, no need to hide
Why do you keep on blushin? Get it on
Like a slut she, she must be,
kind of tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy
Now I got her on all fours
bout to break down the headboard crash this broad
All through the wall now she howling like a dog, sweat poured
We hit the floor it don't quit, another one ripped
It's just another victim of Lord Infamous late night tip

[Chorus]
I'm not the type that get involved in long relationships
Takin' trips, and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry I'm not on that tip
If you want romance you should just stick who you are really with
If you in that mood you can hit me on that late night tip [x2]

[DJ Paul]
I done seen some funny shit since I got in this game
They wants my crib they wants kids since I done got my fame
I never recall you askin your last boyfriend for nathin
But now the big bourban on gold got you aggravated

[Gangsta Boo] I need a coach bag
[DJ Paul] I can't be even doin' it
[Gangsta Boo] I need my hair done

[DJ Paul]
Me too I ain't got nothin' to do with it
I been through with it, you and it since the first time you asked
And might I add, players like me can't be savin' your ass

[Gangsta Boo]
I ain't with that nonsense, or that lovey-dovey mess
Feelin' kind of whorish I call and all I want is sex
Slip on Victoria's secret, hit the liquor store before it close
Call Chris so I can get something white to go up in my nose
Now I'm feelin' fine, nothin' but sex is on my mind
If you cannot please me boy, then please don't waste all of my time
Got you caught up in the mist
Mystic girl from Triple Six
Late night tip is all we have, it's time for trick that sick

[Chorus x2]

[Juicy J]
I can't understand why these slobs be trippin'
Can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen
Ballin' in my Lex dropped low to the ground
Just a young playa tryin' to put my bid in
Freaks want a trick that be constantly payin'
Not a ghetto thug that be constantly layin
Raymo Inn on a summer motel,
oh well that's what the Juice might stay in
Gotta have a lady that wanna do what I do
Like skippin' work or love cuttin' high school
Summon all the players in the Three 6 Mafia
Camcorder on skinny dippin' in the swimmin' pool
Never try to argue, bother you, or fight
Kill a pack a jimmy hats strapped on real tight
Sippin' Alize all tall, and a bud light
Just for you freaks on the moonlight late night

[Koopsta Knicca]
Tell me Three 6 who be bumpin' that music
Hypnotizin' Koop I tell you who I'm bout to lose it
Could it be that late night, groove type, just inside the body
Always kinda lonely someone want me hold me, I say
Come here, come here, come here the Koopsta cryin' tears
I can't think positive when no one cares of how I feel
Realize my mind, sometimes that I even try to find
I cannot lie though I can ride high late night

[Chorus: until song ends]

 

[fox69]

"Late Nite Tip"

"Late Nite Tip"


[lord infamous]
Let me just take you somewhere secret
Gonna cut out of the lights down dim, forget all
About your world
We gonna just flow wit what we feel lets share a
Few private thoughts, i'm not just
Out for your sex, let me simp-lify
The things in life that
You find complex, forget what
You heard bout me cause your a
Scarecrow groupie but theres no
Pressure on you cause you know
What you must do
Check this out
Lets have a drink
And i give
You time to think
Let me puff
This buddah blunt and cut on
This porno bunk here come lounge
Here by my side tonight your
My devils bride and theres a
Freek deep inside have no shame
No need to hide why do you
Keep on blushing get it all
Like thugsta she she must be
Kinda tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy now i got
Her on all fours, bout to break
Down the headboard crash this broad
On through the wall now she howlin like a dog swept poor
We hit the floor and don't quit
Another one ripped
It's just another victim of lord infamous late nite tip

[Chorus x2]
I'm not the type that get involved in long relationships (why)
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts
I'm sorry im' not on that tip (what)
If you want romance
You should just stick who you already with (ok)
If you in that mood you can just hit me on that late nite tip (ooh)

[dj paul]
I done seen
Some funny shh since i got in this game
They wants my crib they wants my kisses, all i done gots my fame
I never recall you askin' your last boyfriend for nathin
But now they be purple on gold
Got ya aggrivatin'
(i need a coach bag)
I can't be even doin' it
(i need my hair done)
Me too, i ain't got nothin' to do with it
I've been through with it
You and the since the first time you ask and might i add
Playas like me can't be savin' your ass

[gangsta boo]
I ain't with that nonsense
Or that lovey dovey mess
Feelin' kind of huh
I call and all i want is sex
Slip on victoria secrets hit the liqour store before it close
Call chris so i can't get somethin' white to go get up my
Now i'm feelin' fine
Nothin' but sex is on my mind
If you cannot please me boy
Then please don't waste all of my time
Got you caught up in the mist
Mystic girl from triple
Late nite tip is all we have
It's payin so trick that's it

[Chorus x2]

[juicy "j"]
I can't understand why these boss be trippin'
Can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Ballin' in my lexus dropped low to the ground
Just a young playa tryin' put my bid in
Freeks wanna trick that be constantly payin'
Not a ghetto thug that be constantly layin'
Rainbow inn or da summer motel
Oh well that's where the juice man stayin'
Gotta have a lady that wanna do what i do
Likes skippin'work or love cuttin' high school
Servin' all the playas in the three 6 mafia
Camcorder on skinny dippin' in the swimmin' pool
Never try to argue
Bother you or fight
Kill a pack of jimmy hand strapped pen real tight
Fillin' alazey all tall and a budlight
Just for your freeks on a moon lite late nite

[koopsta knicca]
Tell me three 6 whose that bumpin that music
Hypnotizin' koop
I tell you who
I'm bout to lose it
Could it be that late night crew tight
Just inside the party
Always kind of lonely
Someone want me, hold me, i say
Come here come near come hear
The koopsta cryin' tears
I can't think positive
When no one cares of how i feel
Relax my mind so tired that i even try to find
I cannot lie though i can ride high late night

[Chorus...till fade]

 

[fox69]

"Let's Plan A Robbery"

"Let's Plan A Robbery"


Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)

See I was on the North, North side in the projects cutterfield
And dats where the the dope dealer nigga really live
See they sold crack, and they sold weed too
They specialize in cooking up the dope food
To get it out, so the junkies can smoke too
But me my nigga, I been smoking out chu
And you ain't you cause yall been cutting up du
I think I'ma have to touch ur ass with a tool
Its easy come easy go yall know the rule
HCP motherfucker you know I'll cut loose
And if you got it, I'ma have to touch you
Like knocking on your door and holla trick-or-treat fool
Its Halloween motherfucker, don't let this motherfucker sight you
A robbery to a muderery dance clue
So any way that you want it, I got chu
Its one way hallway nigga, so fuck you

Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (lets go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)

[chorus continues with next part]

You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns
I manage dope to collect these funds

You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns
I manage dope to collect these funds

[chorus ends]

I ran up in his spot, with the glock, his jaw dropped
He knew I came for money and the weight I heard he got
I cracked him in the middle of his face with the tome
Tied his ass up and ransacked his home
I had to rep his bitch cause the hoe was stacked
I fucked her from the back, with my gun to her back
I left up out his crib, with dolla and purple hat
But eventually got caught 'cause of a dick hair

Don't let me find out that you got that dope
Don't let me find out that you snitching on folks
Don't let me find out that you tryna get rich
Ridding round' the fuckin' hood and making fun of niggaz shit
Don't let me find out, feds tap a nigga phone
Don't let me find out, 'cause if I find out its on
Don't let me find out that niggaz selling purple drank
Cuz I'ma rob all dem fools, like I robbed 20 banks

Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (let's go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)
Let's plan a robbery, (a robbery) (let's go...)
Let's plan a robbery (a robbery)

[chorus continues with next part]

You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns
I manage dope to collect these funds

You see good with this yay, but I'm better with these guns
I manage dope to collect these funds

[chorus ends]

O-right
O-o-o-right
O-right
O-o-o-right
O-right
O-o-o-right

 

[fox69]

"Let's Start A Riot"

"Let's Start A Riot"


[Chorus starts off w/cuts and scratches]
Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch!
Let's start a motherfucking riot in this hoe!
[Repeat 4x]

[Verse One: DJ Paul]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, fucker, yeah
You got to be the weakest hoe in the world
You move all the way to Memphis from [gunshots] (Atlanta)
'Cause you were scared like a little girl
Little sorry broke bitch ass nigga
You ran your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggaz
You landed in the "M" and saw your life was in ruins
By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing?
I thought you we really quick to kick some ass down here
Memphis, Tenn. I'll take the base out of it and say so clear
Then you move back to [gunshots] (Atlanta) and got your shot up
While you were driving you living a life of hell
I guess you wanted to be so much like your favorite rapper
That you even try to die like your favorite rapper
At ninety pounds you're too small
Look all the trouble you found
You've done fuck around and find yourself under the ground
I wanted to get in that ass so I invite you to a show
But you's a ho because your ass didn't show you ain't buck bitch!

[Chorus 4x]

[Verse Two: Lord Infamous]
This right here won't stay quiet
It might strike up a riot
Everytime we bump this shit somebody up in here die
The dangerous Hypnotize is from the deadliest Minds
We are the rowdiest of hypnotists out here you will find
You better fuck with your kind
You do not want none of mine
We're the funkiest, bumpiest out on the grind
This is one your sitting in your junk get ya crunk
We're the specialist Triple six out on the funk
So hit the floor and give me about one hundred jawbreakers
We're causing pain up on this thang you can't shake us
I'm pistol-whipping, self-tripping furiously fast
Hit the gas, the cash I'll give them a blast
In the past, Three 6 have you beating 'em bad
Just like the old shit you holding niggaz up in a mask
Hit the parking lot, pop the boys
Straight Homicide
It be these killers man, these killers man 'bout to

[Chorus 4x]

[Verse Three: Crunchy Black]
First, I've had you niggaz get buck, get wild
Then I want you niggaz to move the fucking crowd
Three 6 in this bitch knock a nigga down
My nigga on the right, get buck, get wild
My nigga on the left, smack a bitch in the mouth
My nigga on top turn it to the ground
For all you hoes walk around with a frown
We gonna play a game called "Beat a bitch down"

[Verse Four: Juicy J]
Bitch I know It's 'bout that cash when you selling your ass
You done spent your whole check walking around acting mad
Heard you be at ATL, Magic City It's sad
To cover up it's just a flauge like you ain't like the past
You say you down with the goodbook
I think you read a cookbook
I know you need some help you need to go see Dr. Hoodshook
And please quit claiming the low down dirty Three 6
When you telling motherfuckers you ain't with it bitch!

[Chorus 4x]