1.Body Parts
Hoe, i gotta my prophet posse right behind me
Throw a chump
And run a man through da crowd
He gonna give me sumthin
Brap rap my niggas
And step em when k- rocin
Dont fuck with dis, see
See if u wit me
If u wit me
Mon
We buck em down
We buck em down
Only one
Comin out of that back door
Slangin my yae-o
Rollin on them po-poes
Dropin that viper
Smokin that indo
Makin that bank roll
Stupid ass bithes
Dont you know
Killa klan kaze playas makin them profits
Hoe
Chillin down on the lower level
Waitin for my time to come
With this fool
A million styles
Maybe i just might make bond
Release me on my own
？？？？ bak on the streets
With no employment
No doubt
Without no cheese up in my pocket
Tell me how can i have enjoyment
Throughout my life
Say mo shit
Knowin mc mac dont love no bitch
Because if i loved them
I cant trust em
Breakin this rocks gonna make me rich
The kaze
My klan
My click
Must buck
Cuz theres no testin us
Pop em and drop em
Lock em and top em
All up in my trunk
Dynamite i'm tossin
Hatas crossin
Its da end bitch
U runnin into bullet proof
Hoe, we still da triple 6
Prophet to da p
Earsin niggas that wanna skrive
With flows of horror
I'm droppin like steven speilberg
Deep into da mound
Aint nuttin but killas up in da dark
I'm creepin with the hatchet
With slicin bodyparts in da park
Moon full of blood
Could it be another jeffrey dahmer
I'm sneakin
And creepin
And blowin up shit like da una bomber
Bitch
Rollin wit da devil on da level
Dig yo ditch
Bitch
Hitch
Wit da hi-ka
On da mi-ka
I'll make youre ass wish
Hicorky
Dickory
Dock
Ass i pull out my glock
And i'm ready to pop
On de bitch
Sissy muthafucka
Brinin da ruckus
I'm brining my niggas because we dont stop dis shit
Yea do triple 6
Brang it real
Real
Mutafuka down to pack a steal
Still i fuk a fly
I pac a real
Real on da mic
Like evander holyfeild
Theres no cries in my life
Theres no game that i would play
Some people say that if u play a game
Then man you get em played
Back on you
I thought u knew
You shouldn't have neva dissed this click
The 3 6 mafia
We popin
Slugs
That got u bitches sick
I've neva be brothin
Koopsta stands out from the niggas
Who thinkin they hard
I flow up to star
Bust in like you da boss
Kaze got my back
Now watch how quickly i react wit that
Boom boom boom
Nigga
Rat-tat-tat-tat
Juicy,paul,and scarecrow
Are rollin in that bucket low
And they causin some static
So they reached and grabbed them 44s
Fuckin wit my nigga black
Hes stackin
Plus his pimpin
Got real on da peal
Hoes gonna feel me
Shut the fuck up bitch
Its infamous
Youre ass betta not scream
Dont make me hafta wipe
Urer muthafuckin brains off my sheets
I'm gonna burn u
Watch u burning
Like my bad dreams
Give you to da beast in the pit of hades
Thunder rolls
Stormy black clouds
I stole the 7th seal
Then the angel cried
Thats scarecrow
I love u
I wanna bang with u forever
But u too evil though
We gonna give u to the devil
Whats up do u wanna come against me
Do u wanna get ure ass earsed off the m-a-p
Devils daughter comin out
Nigga betta watch out
Because you got the queen of sins
Nigga i'm gonna turn it out
Comin to u mean
Because its in me to fuck u up
Listen here dude
Its a ride
So just buckle up
Smokin on a fuckin blunts
Till my minds about to blow
Motherfuck the universe
Because we brought u da end, hoe
First i want to grab a nigga by his neck
Drag em to my fuckin set
Take the nigga blow
And his cheese
And them cigarettes
Put my gun up to his nose
Tie em up form head to toe
Take the bitch to evergreen
Throw em in da bayou
Call my niggas
D and blue
Project pat yall know what to do
Creep through the streets
With them thangs
Blast on any fool
Triple 6 killas
In this motherfucker runnin shit
If u wanna playa hate the click
Then you done with
Gotta keep my head up
No need for me to stop it
Get stuck
So ruck wit luck
As to rollin
Because gansta blac cant get fucked
Look fool we creepin on ken
From martin luther and we wit me
Aint nuttin but prophet and thugs
And s-p-vs all up in me
Rimie sippin
While trippin
While rippin coners wit juice
Women rippin
While dippin
And aint no stoppin this dude
So if yo bank aint on swoll
Aint no stoppin the prophet
Thats who was straight for the eight
And look who in it and out it
Nigga
Look in da eyes of a mad man
Shoot em in the head man
Level on dat coco
Playa stata calla
Da balla
Killa man
Fill the man with slugs
When i'm full of drugs
Trust i'm on ya fool
Drug and a fuck em up
Cant stand
In the first round fool
Down and what u learned to do
But you aint got the right tools
Clowin on ure new c.d.
Now hoe tell me what that proved
I aint seen shit new
Check ya bunch of bodies out of film
Hoe
The prophet posse let ya live
We'll kill ya next year
Chorusx4
Kill em
And robb em
And beat em
And dump all they bodyparts into my trunk
Whoop
Whoop
All the niggas that was in da shit
Just diss niggas and give shouts out to they hoods
2.Destruction Terror
Chorus
Destruction terror and mayhem
Pass me a.....
(koopsta knicca)
Look in the eyes of this muthafuckin' wise guy
I got the nine on my side
But let me tell you why
Inside the blackness of the skies
Lie the fuckein' robbers
Can i call it off you got the dope
You got this coke right on ya
How could you speed with the street sweeper to yo chest
We had to spread
Aw yeah but guess what happened next
Me and my six niggas had to rip them temples in
I didn't want to kill 'em
But i filled 'em i ain't bullshittin'
(dj paul)
Bitches when we see ya we gonna get'cha
We cockin' 45's to yo temple
Let the bullet hit'cha
We ain't gonna stop
Mark my word
Ain't no shootin' in there ever
Enemies ain't birds
All this medicine done made me crazy
I'm starting to lace it
I should've stopped a long time ago
But i was lazy
You sissy son of a bitch
You need to turn yo self in
We want'cha bad in the south
The quicker you pay
The quicker the payment be
Chorus
(juicy 'j')
It's about 1'oclock am in my hood
In my set 4 deep in the steamer
Gettin' high
'bout to we me a motherfucka up
Aftermath when i blast
Leave a motherfucka bucked
Layin' down in the grass
Niggas acting like they hard
Pullin' cards
But they fake
Niggas claiming that they bad
Looking mad for they trait
Talk down on a playa
But they smile in yo face
We gonna ride on you fools
Get away without no case
(gangsta boo)
Hoes killing me softly
Trying to put me to the test
Give me a fuckin' reason just to snap yo neck
I be the one with flow that's hurting all you hoes
Late night
Creeping bitch at your boyfriends door
Never be out to playa hate
Strictly out for my riches
I ain't got time for this shit
Cause it's money over bitches
Bustas be telling me to leave
Niggas stay out of mine
Who gives a damn what you think
Bitch i'm prophet for life
Chorus
(lord infamous)
Never take her for the reasons of a killa
Six dimensions
Let the ammunition take you through
The darkness of the solar system
Malice murderers of many men
Multiply incisions
They certain their vision
Get them percision and death permission
Best believe
I keep them over seventeen
Up in any magazine
Cuaght the wicked packed
That fool is jacked and catch a casuality
Having the capacity
To try to pull a strap on me
But infamous is coming with the motherfuckin' stack of the
Teflon plated served peala'
I do not recommend fucking with scarcrow
Nigga got you making tons of enemies
Triple that much in artillery
Showing no love for not anything
Popping yo head to the butcher swing
Polish the blade on the guillotine
Put that bitch out his misery
Fuck a hoe out the galaxy
Infamous with a fatality
There's no way you can imagine
Bodies stacked up on the battle scene
Living pyschopatheticly
Scarecrow terror tennessee
Chorus
3.Gette'm Crunk
Ah yeah, y'all know what time it is
Tear the club up boys back up in this motherfucker
Y'all know what time it is, we gettin' it crunk for the
motherfuckin' '97'
Biiootch
Y'all can't handle this motherfuckin' shit
It's on for the '97 motherfucker
Nine nickel in two pennies
Ain't no toms was a nigga words clearly biiootch
We finna do this motherfuckin' shit like thiis...
I ain't rollin' oxy fours, come and go i'm lookin' for
Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes
Wood grain chevy thangs, hearin' (...？...) boomerangs
Burbon with that (..？..) mane, with the gear mane, i ain't
playin'
I'm insane gone get you with that killin'
Murder, death, kill now i'm flexin' in your lexus
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the corner
Then i holler at your women, turn the fire (.....？.....)
Foolish ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk
Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed
bumps
Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you feel me
Three for my pump, in the destine in the meanin'
Itchin' for a killin' nigga for i kill a man
Didn't want to hit'em, but that bitch kept playin' with mine
As i tried to stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low
Killin' his ass before he got to the door
Chorus 2x
Nigga's up in the (..？..) wait till lord infamous kick in the
door
So just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor
So get ultra and buck in this hoe
Bitches get (...？...)cause it's going down right about now
Tearin' and riot (？) cause we comin' straight from the rowdy ass
south
Crank up this bitch, shake like a natural disaster, earthquake
to blow up the
Scale
Name was the triple 6, end of the world we can enter this bitch
(...？...)
Next time we gonna fuck up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots
break out
So people (...？...) like the war started and ended now
I'm takin' care of my motherfuckin' business, i ain't goin'
bitch
Nigga's claimin' killa all the time but ain't did shit
Flodgin' round town, talkin' about what you gonna do
Knowin' if you step up to this pimpin' it's a murder fool
Never try to dodge a nigga cause i let my nuts hangs, strapped
With the smith and wesson if i have to bring the pain, bring the
pain
Bring the game, nigga we gone get it on
Smokin' motherfuckers in the night until the early morn'
Chorus 2x
Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on that chris style
While my nigga paul and rowdy chris head to funkytown
Baby come and get it crunk
What's up, what you scared or somethin'
Loddy, doddy party fuckin' hardy till you fuck up somethin'
Fuck the fuckin police bitch, you can't fade the triple six
Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this
shit
We gone get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin real
Always smokin' scopin' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, big
baby
Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoe
Nigga thought we was washed up but we got plenty more
Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple
of pennies
My words clearly, tom's in so you can hear me
You know the loco break the law but that was '95
Mystic styles worldwide hoes realize
Chris got the mossberg but they ain't dead yet
The three 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk
4.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
5.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
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 (4x)： 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
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!
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 (4x)
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 (4x)
-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!
6.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
38116 was the zip code of all the roads we road
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
Bump 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 even made
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
7.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
8.Last Man Standing
Chorus (4x)：you don't know me
My weapon's here to tell ya
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 4x
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
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 4x
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 4x
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!
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
9.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
10.Life Or Death
＊talking＊-gunshots
Chorus x2
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Still still fuckin' talkin'
You niggas still breathin'
Which side are you on
Life or death
Chorus x2
The kila klan kaze gon' watch you bleed
Ask jesus for forgivin'
For all the sins that i didn't did
I'm trapped in a storm
In a place we call earth
I tried to stop but i just slid
Into a path where hatas are dwellin' my life
Lie in the hands of others
It's so fucked up in this place we call home
Cause it's the back stabbin' bustas
I separate my foes from friends
Is the type of click that i be in
It makes it difficult for me to decifer
Who came to ride to the end
See ana and sorrow
Be havin me wonderin'
If i'm gonna see tommorrow
So i pack my heat
Off in these streets
Bitch to relieve all this drama
I'm settin' my stake high
To a g to make g's
Cause i'm known to be the mackbut soon as i take two steps to
the
Future
It seems i get pulled three steps back
You see less fortune in niggas
Start lookin' suspicious neglected
See we were cool
Now i hate em'
Inject the pain'
Suffacate em'
You smarter than (？？) when we rushed him
See ain't no love for no busters
You punks is shaded like graded
See you ain't shit i don't trust ya
Life or death
Theres no one left
The end is near so brace yourself
Will they allow me to have these doors
I close my eyes
And i lost my breath
Chorus x5
Which side are you on
Life or death
The killa klan kaze gon' watch you bleed
Never mistaken your life
I be taken so watch your step (watch your step)
The brothers out there sit wonderin' how can i overcome life
When i'm close to death
But prophets has raised me up from the grave
But i'm afraid to come back to this life of sin
But see when k-roc just keep on and take so hes oh
(fuck a friend bitch)
Fuck a bitch
Kill the trick
Lifestyle serves down for my hustle man
Prophet entertainment motherfucker wanna burp
Killa play can you say what you do
Keep it to what you through life or death
Triple 6 witness is victims
Or speakers no bitches don't know what is k-roc himself
These no one left
Spank a bee
Check a bee
Take a nigge she
Leave him headless in a ditch
When you fuckin' with p fool
You ain't cool
You and lou who
Be in the killa klan kaze will blast every motherfucker now too
Real from my palm hand niggas in my trunk trunk
Got they redrum
Why don't you come and get your head bump
Lumps ah what i want
Better for your body
Scam and rob
Why dont ya take off in a dodge ya'll
All i want is you to come and walk along with me
Three 6 mafia and killa klan kaze
He's in to hang the three
Is what the angel said to me
Can you like feel my breeze
See fool breeze between them trees
Chorus x2
Which side are you on
Life or death
Life or death
11.Money Flow
So many, my niggas
Keep reachin' the top of this mountain
So can what i do
K-roc ain't go beg the believas
I'm from where the prophets
Niggas that a felt me
Make a little rich with a thug (？？) click
K-roc ain't got no more
I'm on top this shit though
Check this place
Am i came with juice man can scratch
Tired of the scam
Fucked up his chest
Heavens gonna give me some
Plus i'm on the dub
They might know we on edge
And why fuck the frown
Wonder where gooby at
Bitch if you suckin' that dick
Prophet posse we made it bitch
K-roc we rockin' wit empty (？？)
May kick in this shit that you can't understand
To bad that bitch is a want to be killa
We murder the bitch and fall out of the fame
I got six digits on my bank statement, rock
Ain't if you be like at coon
The two behind the dot
So how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the six
I spend a hundred g-b's
To i terrarize this click
Can the cameras, bees in the trees
Of my domain
So i can feel safe when i'm goin' off that oozy man
Go low mass suburban, uh
Go low mass and impala, nuh
I can brag for days
But because you nosie hoes
I'm stoppin' uh
Bitch rest rest
Out there finna crash like a lunatic
Is it to them bitch
If finna get em'
Tricks with cataract
Head back to bisac
Have they take him to woods
Them goose ate his body
The body's no good
Now i would let them buck him
But the hoe just make me sick
Sick sick like a mad man
When the woofers start blastin'
Here yee, here yee don't you see
I got that three 6 mafia here
Were deeper than your faculty
Chorus x4
Sport (？？) in the cemetery
Were blowin' hard
Cuase they don't know nothin'
But the money for (？？)
I gotta get it
While the gettin' is good
Yeah, you know the motto bitch
Out to set that chedder
Cause it's better when you havin' shit
Dollar signs is on my mind
Look into my fuckin' eyes
Gettin' you hypnotized
Lettin' you know that prophet is on the rise
Why you fantasizin'
Visualize me as you mrs.
I'm somewhere on that mowett
And smokin' blunts
Is how i kick it
So niggas recognize that in this here niggas
So don't you see
Comin' hard as thunder
Ready to rumble
What's it gonna be
Come on a journey
On to the world
Or do you know about where the nigga be hearin'
This house of scarecrow make headin' to make it back home in the
21st
Century
We niggas keep letchin' the duration
The three 6 (？？) i punish
Your facin' the ready to place the grace behave
We leavin' no traces
Were paperchasin'
Don't maybe get to rockin'
Whit this motherfuckin' stock and facin' to the stock
And open seseme my forty thieves done a chop
Know what they croppin'
When we ride grand larceny tonight
You best be slidin' through three 6 murderers
Creep form the black side
I got this plan
This plan to rob a man
Tell him we got plenty of white
Get a nigga a key of sand
Take his fuckin' cheese
Count them g's
Then go overseas
To them colongus make them drop it off
Say nigga please
Back to the hood
With them good
From my niggas dope
Nothin' but the pure
And that chronic that'll make you choke
I'm stugglin' in that paperchase
From day to day
All in the crime
For you niggas snitchin'
Proppin' dimes
I'm takin' care of mine
Chorus x4
12.Our Arrival
13.Stomp
Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision
Seein' more things
Me and dj paul
We got the hook off
We gon' stee
We gon' play socidal to go slappin' through thy window
Somethin's creepin' up slow
It was a lodus
Read about a hoe
Some sippin' on the women
Who gon' want to cross my fules, attention
Not only was you weak
Need another nigga drivin'
I stop the car
Said do you want to buck em'
Rough koopsta
Shirt i knew your hurt
Take the bridge back
Take a bag with them slugs
Sentence see your gone son
Devils in your chris
It's the coulda me dree z's
Koopsta got em' stee
Make prophet me
See that's what you get for talkin' shit
Trick i drop you in the splunder
Cut you up like jerry springer biatch
Come, come who the fuck
They want some
Niggas want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
And he will act a fool
When he don't give a damn
If your fuckin' red or blue boy
Couldn't buy the wet slide
Goin' on this best lide
Lord infamous done with tight
When me gotta get mine
You know what i want
But do koopsta gets it
Storm on this bitch
Like some new used confetti
Astronomical triple 6
Writes space on top of astroids
Comin' to rip up the shore
We killin' the fool
So act a fool boy
Chorus x4
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(lay at, move his ass down to the pump)
How long gon' go deep
In the north
When niggas stay drunk
And smoke on your newports
From on my streets
Wit all only peeps
I used to scratch
And throw down beats
I made a mix
With real deep bass
The noise i had to be slangin' tapes
Dj in this shit try to make that shit
Tone be speakers that stack they crates
Studio 9 was the place to be
Where all jocks were tryin' to get
The chance get on the tape
Bein' a fool
Keep tryin' i'm not goin' to quit
The club was packed from wall to wall
The gangsta walk is what we call
Whn niggas are buckin'
I'm still gonna dance
The third a fool
Let's look if all
We took the club
And show no love
Just throw in our face
And gettin' refunds
They might wanna fight
Later on the night
Cause memphis playas don't give a fuck
Security junk
We smack the punks
For throwin' us out
For smokin' a blunt
The number ones on
It just cam on
And now it's time to fuckin' stomp
Juicy's in the motherfuckin' house
It's the peel yo
Motherfuckin' stand back
It's they fuckin' steelo
On your fuckin' ass
We can't fuckin' brag
Cause we comin' up
Robbers on my ass
Should i blast
Cause they runnin' up
Maybe it's my premadin'
No present turn to yo
With the sayin'
Saw your nine
Boy i call that kick door
I stick those
Bitches in my trunk
And now we back to my hood
Don't want the left they die yet
But he wishin' he would
Wasn't in the mood
For this bunk shit
But these niggas had to creep
That boy they stupid
I sit, i leave these hoes for a permanent sleep
And now we out the club
We gotta get em' up
Triple 6 and prophet posse
Ya'll know we make em' stomp
Chorus x4
14.The End
15.Walk Up 2 Yo House
I cant not stop i keep on busting my gun
I cant be seeing myself stop until the feeling of calm
This ain't no sitcom ,yo income
Fool i have you seeing
Mask on my face so no idenity they seeing
The enemies me and the six triple triple six
Picture beeing face to face wit the forty bitch
One gee of that cash flow try to escape got to charge a hoe
44 in the middle bitch your life is said
Imma fucking let this ruger go
It aint no thin line cuz a don't love but plenty hate
When i come at your door imma take this mask up off my face
We ain't gone ring your doorbell just a couple of knocks
When we see your presence your fucking heart is going to stop.
16.Where's Da Bud
(lord infamous)
I felt the need for the weed
The smoke of game
They set the cheese
Just for me
The (？) p-urity
The b to the u
Da da da d
The weed
Get me shotgun
Oh please
Oh please
Not chicken feet
The chicken weed
Pick out the seeds
The heat is hittin' me
Me need to cruise we gotta have it
Don't want to cabbage
We hate that babbage
Like savage
We we we wanna
The marijuana
Oh we gonners
Yo man i'm gonna
Go round the corner
Get right on ah ah ah ah sack
I need contact i need it bad
Some wackiness
Just just like that gon' crack yo neck
We weed a comin'
You move to slow take care of dat
Who got the hay
Who got the hay
What do they say
Across the street
I'm goin' crazy lookin' for the ink
I take a quarter
Fill it to the border of that bag
Where da bud at
Chorus
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
We looking for the bud
(lord infamous)
They call me lord infamous
But you can call me scarecrow
I need me some red hair
Chicken or some indo
And i need a couple of quarts of something
So i can get full
We smoke off the ink
We get blowed off the ink
We get fucked up
We takin' them hard pulls
You'll get a wiff
When you sniff up in the air
We smoke bud anywhere
Yeah bitch we don't care
Cause when we get the urge
To fire up some chronic
Manne a nigga must campaign
Couds up in the brain
Fool that cheefa got me hype
Oh me so hype dog
Blowin' so much bud
Fool cheefin' contacts off the fall
This shit is burnin' to quick
Fuck this little just a stroll
To the store
Get some cigars
Roll some philly blunts
Damn fool
Ain't shit in the sack
Bust a fuckin' shit
I ned some more
Pure and i just can't fuckin' wait
Black let's go
Where da bud at
Let's go where da bud at
Let's go where da but at man
Chorus
Dj paul he lookin' for the bud
Me lord infamous i'm lookin' for the bud
The fuckin' juice manne he lookin' for the bud
My nigga named koop he lookin' for the bud
Gangsta boo she lookin' for the bud
Dj jus borne he lookin' for the bud
My nigga crunchy black he lookin' for the bud
Triple 6 mafia we lookin' for the bud
17.Where Da Killaz Hang
Chorus
I represent where them killaz hang
(lord infamous)
The ganja i'm chokin'
The laws'll get broken
The pussies are open
The killas is scopin'
The (？) is smokin'
Is bloodily soakin'
The scarecrow
The sicker
The snizote i'm locin'
We up in the attic
My victim in panic
They try to get franic
Got blowed off the planet
They don't understand it
Soldiers can't stand it
That's how i planned it
Fuck you goddamnit
My automatic
Ready for static
Blastery tragic
Have you in plastic
Way my mind be twisted
Got me itchin' gotta have it
Niggas want to approach lord infamous
But i am loco i will blow
Your head off your shoulders
(project pat)
Mister murderer robbers
Niggas with some charges
You fake mothafuckas
We gonna finish what you started
Yo heart is a nigga set
Bitch you best ah have a gat
Smoke a nigga
With that trigga
Memphis nigga project pat
I'm down like the kamakaze souldier on a killin' spree
Once we get into it dog
You gonna have to murder me
Who i be
I'm hidin' in the bushes layin'
Push us to the ground
Ghetto clown
Off your blood you shall drown
Chorus
(koopsta knicca)
Too dim not today
Now the koopstas off the streets
Only real g's close to me
He's (？)
People sayin' folks
Tryin' to take me as a joke
But this pimp shit bitch
Can't go i ti-zook all of you hoes
Loadin' up my mind
Daily fuckin' my patience
Runnin' from my visitations
Just the coo fool can ya face me
Claim to be my friend
When ya takin' a second look
I guess it's on then
Big bizness bitch
No money on my book
Manne this shit is hectic
So i'm callin' up to got
Me and my charge partna booga
He's a rapper down with us
Party (？) 17's where i dwell
Stale (？) on my shelf
I'm fellin' as if i'm in hell
Yea soon i be bailed
Pale well if it's swell
Triple platinum with the (？)
Deja vu fuck when i left
Oh me isn't this a binitch
Please excuse me for my frenech
But you writin' all these lyrics
If ya hear me then ya feel me
Chorus
(crunchy black)
In the hood where i dwell
And i dwell real well
For you playa hatin' ass bitches
Manne you might as well burn in hell
When you smell the aroma
＞from them blunts when i hit corners
Don't you duck
Don't you dodge
Cuase it's only gonna be
Murder murder on my mind
Leavin' blank in the pass
When you drop that fuckin' glass
Manne i bet'cha i kill yo ass
Nigga pop with the glock
In a pine fuckin' box
Don't you try to call the fuckin' cop
Cause a nigga ain't gonna stop
(project pat)
Shootin', cappin', jack and chill
Lettin' you so calleds know the deal
Hollow tips yo ass gonna feel
Roll yo dice bitch and you real
Fuckin' with the click, the crew, the clan
You gon' recognize
G's swangin' out they trees
Have you stankin' with the flies
Cries comin' up out yo mouth
But they muffled by the tone
When i pull the trigga back
You enter the enternal zone
Southside killas
Always stayin' strapped with them thangs
Project pat
Memphis, tennessee
Where them killaz hang
Chorus
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