Three 6 Mafia

(dj paul)
Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka
Prophet motherfuckin posse hoe
Three 6 mafia, m-child
A whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this shit
You wanna fuck a hoe
Then wait until youre back
When the wars gone bitch
You better recognize you motherfuckin suckas
Thinkin that im for the 9-7
Once again, its on
Bout to pull yo motherfuckin ass in bitch
Woow, woow, woow woow woow woo
(dj paul)
Now when they comes to the hood
I be like black in my zone
Now when it comes to parts of the body
I got more (??)
In the middle of fashion i got to keep it like rockin
And people callin it green
That smoke how much i like it
Again its up to him
I need to let some shots off
>>and dj paul with teflon also take that bulletproof off
But when they jump, i pump
To put some murderin punks
And then i dump all his bodyparts into my trunk
Scarecrow
Play
Ima terror from the end
Ill watch that body explode
If they retaliate i blast
I think about you wont find them bloody clothes
Kill em though
Dont you know
I want to get rid of those faked up hoes
Its the city of memphis
Watch me witness how this nigga unload
Rage make me regularly, force me blood
I feed ya hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge
Im nuts
You got no crips
You got no heart
You niggas from the start
I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts
(gangsta boo)
Wussup mista trick
Do you wanna get with this
Pimp type ass bitch down with the triple 6
My lexus trunk or viper
Prophet posse nothin nicer
In this fuckin body parts through the air
Fuck you playa hatin punks
I was layin on the top
Look at the billboard charts
Prophet posse takin over
Nigga now we got you high
(m-child)
(m-child)
I dont know you,
Why the fuck you all in my grill,
Im stayin, buck on you
Niggaz say you so so treal,
You aint no killa,
My lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep,
Sleepin with the lights on,
Hoe you contious of me,me and about 80 mo muthafuckaz who comin,
4 and 5 vans deep, while ya bitch ass runnin,
We be the prophet devilish and meanin click so tight,
M-child orange mound,
Smokin out evey night...bitch!!!!
(juicy j)
I met this fool last week
Who said he slangin double keys
Also had a group of bustin all tall and some like, green ink
What you think
I was tryin to plan a robbin spree
So i drove a low key car
Tryin to fool the streets
Curve after curve
I return tryin not to swerve
Knowin by the hour i be chippin up my bag of herbs
(??) herb aks all kinds a guns
Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run
(scanman)
>>please dont test these murderers
Slugs i will pump at your gut
Scan from the killa klan kaze
I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
Lets go ride then play a game
Whats the game
The game of names
Now which, which one would you choose
Which ever you choose you lose, you lose
(droopy drew dog)
First time on the maximum, dont be a trick
To see them hatas talk shit but they dont know the deal
Dope sella
B h ps while i dwella
They looked into the barrel of my chin black barretta
Ratta tatta is all you heard
To see you niggas comin up
In the (???)
But watch the game
Cause you dont got no friends
Droopy drew dog self made to the end
(crunchy blac)
Check this here
Niggas will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel
They dont feel
What i feel, then i fill
Them buck will
Bullet lead two to the head
Then i lay them in graves
That i dig
Just for them
Yes it is
(project pat)
Slammin bones, throwin leaks
Puttin bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck
Down we prophet click
Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas
Mossberg slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it dont you see me
Project pat is down
But aint no fuckin damn fool
We ridin drinkin dankin bodies stankin i can smell them well
And if the police pull us over
Im the first to bail
(indo g)
Jackin and packin and takin those fakin ass bitches
That thinkin that all of us is red instead
While i drop this track
I flack (??) im straight from very bone
To the motherfucka filin out
Im the first
See triple 6, its`on
Bitch every mud up in a source bone
I dont wanna kill a motha, betta get a motherfucker for talkin that
Shit
Huh, i dont wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker for
Crossin my click bitch
Boogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brains
On the motherfuckin wood grain nigga
Pullin the trigga like uhh die nigga uhh die nigga
(k roc)
Motherfucker
K roc i dump but what i see in my trunk
See me after killa klan
Seein that k roc solo burn
Makin up in my green
Prophet posse my niggas
Gimme that forty glock
In my (??) pullin that trigga
I see traitors lookin at playa hatas
Fakin while we blast our gat
I dont know where youre at
But hata i better witness a (??)
If a nigga dont believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch
I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk
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