1.44 Killers
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(whatcha niggas wanna do？)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(talkin all that fuckin shit)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(coward ass bitches)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(whatcha niggas wanna do？)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(talkin all that fucking shit)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(fighting niggas over a bitch)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(fuck you motherfuckin hoes)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
To you haters i'm the predator
Set em up, wet em up
When i'm in the hood, i'm like a drug-dealer regular
Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don'tcha step ta tha
Triple six, guns click, bitch we the murderers
Triple six is the clique, why y'all niggas keep hatin me
Y'all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch
Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I ain't gon' let that nigga go, i'ma hit it at em wit da
fourty-four
I'ma sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla
millimeter
Bitch ass nigga, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and
weed
Soze, two-l o y d, sippin ounces of that liter
Ask me if i worship satan, i'ma send yo ass ta see em
Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth
And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha
mid-south？
I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan
Left half of you haters alone
And watched you die all on your own and feel for ya
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(whatcha bitches wanna do？)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(cuz nigga we ain't playin wit ya)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(whatcha hoes wanna do？)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(we got them tones ready ta blast)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(what's up nigga？)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(scared ass cowards)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(ain't no cowards in this motherfucker)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(ain't no cowards)
2.Act Like You Know Me(Point Em Out)
3.Barrin You B＊＊hes
4.From Da Back
from da back
Chorus：
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back (back)
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty
You dealing with some bitches
Who like cheese up front (front)
Get down on your knees up front
Now what you think about that baby
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back (back)
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty
You dealing with some bitches
Who like cheese up front (front)
Get down on your knees up front
Now what you think about that baby
Verse 1：
Nigga please
Im hotter than 100 degrees
Poppy in me
But sex don't come until we come to our knees
Gimme' yo' cheese
Before i get my niggas and weed
Flatten you out
Take care of that
That's how it be baby
Me and my girls cost to much for you nigga
Extra nigga in the jag
Can you get with me nigga
Hell no!
Im the bitch wit the chronic that's getting high
Makin' money, lookin funny
When i fuck on you guys
Damn right! im the bitch of da night
No matter what
Thugged out
In some 'sean john' jeans＊＊＊
A big butt
What you see when im walking on by
I see you lookin
Whether male or female
You in i see you lookin'
(bigger pussy)
When im packin' yo' nigga
You know the taste
At the 's' it's 99'
You serve me wit' cha' face nigga
You know we did it
You be trickin' like daddy
Oops i spilled the beans baby
I be braggin' like this
Have ya heard ？
I seen em' coming out the club
Drop the posse
Walk me down
Barely able to stand up
Barely able to fall down
Hanging in the bathroom
With my dogs
Snat about two balls＊＊＊
Now i need a warm cunt＊＊＊
For a dick and two balls
It's paul
In a jag
But ain't bout' to brag
Im trying to grab a little hot somethin, skattely wag
Some bout it
Some down it
Stray ghetto ass ho!
Some ready for war!
Cause hin and blow＊＊＊
Will make your ass go!
All motherfucking night dont play
Drop yo' jawphones, it's on, cause this dick on my leg
Y'all niggas want a real dicksucker
Come down south
Make you say
'damn, girl you still eat with that mouth'!＊＊＊
Then she turned over, caught dripping like a faucet
I called my dog too sway cause this ho about to toss it
Im fucking wit chu, cause you fucked wit me!
And caught this christian in a bad little somethin to my whole
weed
(whole weed)!
First my nigga call the freak
Tell her she got dick to eat
Balls and all standin tall
Dont forget the jack the meat＊＊＊
Tell her five dope we keep
Optimos and swisher sweets
Heard she liked it from da back
In the back from toronsy
Paul said she wants to blow
With bad (bitch) week we cut off her
I don't wanna hit the jump
Grab my 8.0 we'll get her drunk
'my nigg, what chu' waitin on' ？
'hey let me use that other phone'
'fuck that, she got skit to hit
Im'a call that ho while she at home'
'hello' ？？
'what's the bidness bitch' ？？
'who is this' ？？
'mister dick' !!!
'im bout' to come and scoop you up' !
'for what' ？
'for what the fuck, the click'
My dog said you got the class＊＊＊
Silicon wit the ass
Don't even need a bag
To hide your face
To sit you down !
Rumors say you turn em' out
In da car, or on da couch!
Never hear em' yellin' ouch!
Dick and balls up in yo' mouth!
Grab my 8.0, (and in a hit)
Maybe you can bring you friend
'do you niggas got that blow？'＊＊＊
'ya' !
(various sexual noises throughout end of song)
(talking)
5.Fuck Y'all Hoes
Chorus 1：
If you ain't claiming g-d
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming v-l
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming crips thin
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming bloods thin
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't b-a-z
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming north memphis
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming orange mound
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming hal park
(fuck y'all hoes)
Bitch we are entertainers
We warfare trainers
We ain't gangbangers
But we will make you famous
I show you falling hoes
I show you slippin' slopes
I show you swiss i knows
I dangling from the rows
You top that tokeo
Up in the studio
But in the streets they ho
You cool they diff but so...
But if he eat the coke
And wanna go for broke
Let's get them guns out ho, i thank you fucking former ho !
I can fight this nigga
I can whoop this nigga
I can (gun loading) (gun shots)
Boom! with the trigger
I can rob this boy, i can mob this boy
I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy
I can make this fool, i can rape this fool
I can get them off my five o-clock or ten o-clock news
I can lend a helping hand
I can be your fucking friend
I can leave his body stankin' in a croquer garbage can
Chorus 2：
If you ain't claiming hollywood
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming rucka home
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming foot home
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming russell simmons
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming smokey city
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming evergreen
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming l-o-g
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming dixi holland
(fuck y'all hoes)
Don't play with the hypnotize c-a-m-p (a-c)
Blowin' small balls nigga feel me
Maybe!
I be what chu' call the first lady
Triple six put me through the doors getting money
Now you
Jelous-ass-bitches in my face
Tryin take my shit out of place
(you be steppin' bitch)
I be on some hennesy
Mixed with some alizae
Smokin' on some hay
On my way
On that plat 'a'
('a')
Im hittin on some small niggas
(that rob niggas)
Smoke coke
(with big mob figures)
That star niggas
In p-agg ya
Get em' recorded they own pictures
Im takin' puss, and dankin' drankin'
Drank wit warning niggas
I poke them stagged up
And round wit trick a heavy niggas
Im talkin ski-mask
Engage up out of the back seat niggas
Pull the triggers
And i keep a tone, world-rone
Dangers on, hustle grown
Sippin' on, burn a post
Papers on, but still im home
Chorus 3：
If you ain't claiming new chicago
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming foxy brown
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming pussy ballet
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming follow home
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming dub is thin
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming trig thin
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming mackly moke
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming bucker hill
(fuck y'all hoes)
No issues
You think this kid fucked up the fucking problem
Bitch you don't know that koopsta knicca is a murder robber
Got yo motherfucking brother in the back seat
Sweat drippin' off his neck
Son of bitch you don't know me
'koopsta'
I kinda hear the whispers in his fucking bed
'knicca'
And you think you got that strip
That why don't you get with him
And if you wanna stress me
Grab my 8.0 is you dead
Say 'mister cum a dress ya'
Koopsta got em' scared!!!
Chorus 4：
If you ain't claiming hall park
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming witch grove
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming witch cress
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming barney thin
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming drummer town
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't claiming
(fuck y'all hoes)
If you ain't naming
(fuck y'all hoes)
(fuck y'all hoes)
(fuck y'all hoes)
(fuck y'all hoes)
(fuck y'all hoes)
(fuck y'all hoes)
6.Hook Up Q／h＊＊s
7.I'm So Hi
i'm so high
Hook：(crunchy black)
Repeat 4x
I'm so high, all i smell like is smoke
Yeah, that motherfucking green yeah, that got damn dope
Verse 1： dj paul
I fuss wit' that light green
I fuss wit' theat drizzle, hoe
I puts fire 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 dick and blo'
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 rolled in dollars
This one right here rolled in blunt
I'm taking shit from the vics
I'm wielin' like nigga's 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 newports, somethin' long not too short
Call my nigga big tris, bring that blow and snizort
I'm high as fucking lizzy
I'm stressin' how i'm livin'
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimmee just one mo' hizzy
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, ya understand me？
It don't makes no d if its kind bud or bud
Just gently give it to me
And my hand will gently touch
In yo hand you can see it'ss a big face from me
Tell my nigga pass me that swisher, so i can roll up this weed
Gently fillin up wit weed
Put that joint to that sweet
Then my nigga looked at 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
Maybe with my peeps
Bobby brown smokey niggas know not to even step to me
When i'm high i ain't no 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'chu mean gangsta boo be on that green
Looking good up on the scene
Posted up, 'naw mean？
Hook repeat 4x
Verse 5： lord infamous
Gone on the pills ----
Yes i break out of the lot
Smoke too much hydro ----
I'm takin' it up a notch
And the strain your thing to me
I'm paralyzed from the p
I'm shootin' up cause of thee
Narcotic forcocoa plants
I sniffed up an avulanch
I'm going into a trance
Da deadliest demon man
Yo pass me that salsa tray
Or pass me a blunt, or hey
I wanna just drift away, drift away
Verse 6： koopsta
I be smokin' ------
Yeah i hear ya saying satanic prays
Boy i think this girl done got 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 cap
Now i'm seein me a little silhoutte of a man
(crunchy black)：
Yeah that mothafucking green 3x
Yeah that got damn dope
8.Intro
9.Just Anotha Crazy Click
I choke... nope... thats wack hold up.
I stab you with an umbrella,
Then open it cause i'm sick like a diseased ethiopean.
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!
We used to... we used to.... we used to rob for them petty
things,
Like a gold chain, no a muthafuckin 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
Now do muh niggas bust glocks fuck wit us bitch see
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 vest goin' be workin' when you twirkin' with some pros
Automatic weapon carrier silence 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 be just anotha crazy click
Doin whatever to get us by when we pumped up
You out of luck bitch i aint goin' lie
Show 'em who really runnin the streets with the calicos
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 the spree killa for freak without a conscious
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!
We rollin' deep on the lawn with the psychopathic leathers on
You say its on？ so come bring it on
When gettin' krunk at ya 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' drive bys on all yall wit chain saws
We're uncut, redefinin rugged and raw!
Chorus
We just anotha crazy click to fuck around and bury ya
Takin' care of ya we the scrarier tha malaria
I walk around your neighborhood like frankenstein
Chokin' anybody i find i'm takin' mine
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!
Listen... you hear that slut？
That was me! pullin' this dick out ya butt!
I'm a juggalo serial killa steady screamin' fuck ya'll
I stab bitches wit a chain saw!
We walk around compton and watts, beatin' scrubs up
And raidin' tin dogs face i throw the dubs up
We tearin' clubs up down south wit d
Three six yall.... twiztid, and i.c.p
10.Jus Like Us
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.
It's dedicated to you, nigga.
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？
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 ？？？
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
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 on killin, nigga myself dead
Catch em in tha haven put somethin hot up in his head
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)
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？
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 a bonus 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.
11.M.e.m.p.h.i.s.
Finally, i got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' posse song
Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
From hear to atl, to nashville, back to the m-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog i'll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my luger
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with mystic stylez on grime
You slip, i live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men embedded inside the posse
The prophet, the posse, we all collide
We brutal, the chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, crazednlazdayz
Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, the smoke clears, evaporate
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if i tell 'em they gon' get
A fiend wiolatin' the business, i ain't wit'
And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit
And now in 2000 i'll bust and i won't miss
They smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors
First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two ak's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, whoa!
Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your door
4, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos
So, when we creep, drop cause i'ma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, bump up and hypnotize your mind, blow
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe i got a baseball bat, and i'm bustin' your head
black
You believe i'm comin' strong, you believe i'm all grown
You believe, that nigga, i love to get it on
You half steppin'
I got the weapon
Boom! boom! i'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, i love the thrill
And i love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga
No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no
shit
Got all my boys, don't make no noise,
Just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain't no way la chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that
you done
I got my piece for what i do, to show you who the fuck number
one
I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart
It ain't no way that i can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This ain't no crap, i speak the truth, gotta come too thick to
get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, la chat ain't gone easy
Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them
vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin' that shit about this
Man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', i can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start
See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick
hard
Capital mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the expedition
No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when i have to shoot
Plus i'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute
I woke up early saturday morning,
Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them
robbers
Got mc mack of in a scheme, i'm stainin' for my dividends
And pay a livin', neh nigga,
Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan
You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see
me
You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this
evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the treason,
Time to get dirty nigga better i'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all i heard was killa klan
kaze
Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke
Don't fuck around with hcp and get you ass smoked, ho
Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause i desp-iz-ise
Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays
Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays
And i, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished
right
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight
And i'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that
Plus, i gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga i slang with
that
Bitch, nigga, it's cp nigga
Hcp, hypnotize camp posse nigga
What, what, it's cp nigga
Hcp, hypnotize camp posse nigga
12.Mafia N＊＊＊z
13.Sippin' On Some Syrup
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (repeat 8x)
For a trill, working the wheel, a pimp not a simp
Keep the dope fiends higher than the goodyear blimp
We eat so many shrimp, i got iodine poisoning
Punk niggas make me sick with all the pidgeoning and bargaining
You say that you a boss, i ain't believing that shit
You got a funny geneva evil watch, with the ferrari kit
Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us
I got the web from mezzazine, thick orange and yellow cuffs
Hyper called on, on the hands-free phone
The '84 roam, on them blades, 20-inch chrome
If you got 16, you can get a biz-erp
I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp
Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it
Some niggas they join it joint it, but i be fucked up up on it
Well we're the mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit
If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' haves a bitch
Two niggas all at the mouth, niggas all at the ass
And plus there's some type of niggas that
Caught all night and she cool with that
She popped off a pill of x, and drank off some orange juice
And just when you thought she was freaky she done got super
loose
Niggas come in by threes and twos, all in circles like
duck-duck-goose
All it wanted, can flaunted, she on that x and the tootie fruit
40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus
The next is how its no ounce niggas
Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man i'm bout all out
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (repeat 4x)
People always asking me, 'me the three 6 high on that'
Rolling on them x pills, scurry pup-pup powder packs
Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need that
Night crillers slow me down, want something that keep me easy
Nothing like that yella yella better hey you're itching man
Talking like you 'what's up, fool？' vocal chords sounding lame
In my days all we did was g-fight on the quarter pound
Gone on coke, eyes are buck, he should have knocked you down
Now you're out, lay up all asleep when you're up on them wheels
Ain't no doubt, hit me when i peep for this wheat field
Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that dank
Heard my name, gino, i feel like i'm gonna fucking faint
Let me continue what you know, i bring nito and young guido
Hauling vito, we play a tune sweeter than ？bedito？
With my three 6 niggas hoeing up in my southern creedo
Quick fast, we'll put it on your ass like john vito
Cause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a zanger
You ain't from the major boy, but you gets the middle finger
Humdanger, rum dranker, occaisionally take
Your bitch to the tilly and be a dick and cum slanger
When big bun come danger, nigga ring your alarm
Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm
And that crazy shit, i'm tripping on some skinny bitches
Some the hoes, i'm florida the foes
And for the most i'm steady sippin' on some
Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (repeat til
fade)
14.Take A Bump
Chours：lord infamous
Break bre break bre breakout the dollar and take a bump
Pick out the seeds and spit the blunt
If you wanna get numb froze and slump
If you got what i want won't you give me some
How high can you get on that ？frendly fruit？？(？frendly fruit？)
How high can you get sippin gin and juice？(gin and juice)
How high can you get sittin next to me？(next to me)
How high can you get on that xtc ？ (xtc)
How high can you get on the ball of snow？(ball of snow)
How high can you get wit a optimo？(optimo)
How high can you get in a bathroom？(bathroom)
How high can you get in a class room？(classroom)
Now how high can you get when you fuck with that 6
Now how high can you get if you take a lil hit
Now how high can you get if you snort a lil bit
Bout as high as you was before you started lil bitch
Now how high can you get if you stomp the whole ground
I could answer that question you'll be as high as i am
Now how high can you get if you of a couple my tail
A designated driver need it cause you goin to jail dont play
Uh, the old gangsta boo would run up in yo house (for real)
Blackhaven style put the glock up to ya mouth (klack klack)
I'm trippin like this is an anna song
Crunchy crazy azz gotcha trippin on this weed bong
Uh , uh, uh, you could trust me
Sell you straight weed or some straight p
Lately i've just been me nigga me nigga hate me
I be smokin on the fuckin bud nigga lately
Now y'all gonna hate up on a thug
Yo yo yo yeah for real you be high like that,
Snortin up the powder pack ,
Pure white funky town take me where the chronic at
Tightcamafiacup？ filled with hennessy and sprite
For all night hit me up 404 yeah right
Uh uh uh nigga lately on ya fuckin p milli me it be dank weed
Nigga cant you see cant you see
I be stumbilin thumbilin in the fuckin street
I be crumbilin crumblin down the fuckin weed nigga dank weed
15.Tongue Ring
talking]
Hey we gonna do a song called tongue ring
Let me see your tongue ring, is it rusty, hahaha
Chorus one：{d.j. paul}
Let me feel your tongue ring, let me feel
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring, let me see
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
{juicy 'j'}
Me and my niggas train yo' bitch
Stole the price and stang yo' bitch
All you did was take a shot
And ball the fist to close the fist
Kiss it at the mall of memph
Hold the hands and love the shit
Hope you ain't no ecstasy
Don't you know she used to trip
Open the door to pop the crespt
To take your time to fucking sex
Neva will i wear that sweatah
Knowing she'd be chewing peckahs
All my boys the more the better
Not a week but when you met her
Spits the swallow while she asks
Thats as if you gon' eat me now
{d.j. paul}
Now nigga (nigga) what ？
What the fuck ？
Im all about them freaky hoes
That like to suck
Them broads wit' them booty blowin'
Now thats the business
I let this kinda camera for show
Be my witness
Them boys wit the can't block it
Get them round
Wit' them boys that cap rocket
Drink some crown with it
Niggas wit some videos
Or some college hoes
That playin' hard to get
But they the freakiest (freakiest)
Chorus two： {dj paul}
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
{gangsta boo}
I be fucking this nigga
Straight corruping this nigga
Pussy wet as a river
You need a boat for me nigga
I be hot as a fire
Oh my god i'm on fire
I be tellin' these boys
I do my thang when i'm higher
Come on baby just lay there
Or to bed with me baby
I be triple the playin'
The triple pleasure im sayin'
I be comin' with cha'
If your freaky like me
If your freaky, im sneaky
Hey undercover watch me
Strawberries and ice
Not the ice on yo' wrist
Got yo' niggas dick brick
See me rubbin' my clit
(rubbin' rubbin' my clit)
Suckin' (suckin') my tits
Camcorder got me starring high
In my first click
I be major with mine, i don't fuck all the time
I don't need you, please believe me
Nigga only when i'm in the mood for a quick
A quick ride on the dick
Throw a razor in my mouth
Straight slicin' yo' shit
Nigga !!!
Repeat chorus 2
{chrunchy black}
Dis' bitch, dat ho (ho)
Let me see you pussy ho
Soakin' fuckin' wet
Nigga tryin' to play some fat
Oldy, freaky, hood rat type of ho
Nigga don't you know all hoes
Go easy
Fuckin' cum easy
Fuckin' go see me
Nigga fuckin' ho bout' a train bro'
All nigga, all boy, take off yo' fuckin' hat
Let these ho put cap in yo lap (jack)
{lord infamous}
Bonified pleasure girl
Lickin' every measure girl
Tryin' to find a tresure girl
Nigga it's whatever girl
Bitch i'll take you round' the world
Lick ya dick, or tongue a twirl
All to know ya' toes will curl
And then your dick will start to hurl
Talk like i fuck her in da butt
Nigga it ain't hard to cut
Wait untill she sittin' up
Just waitin' to lick a nigga nuts
Quickly gettin' naked
Skinny dick, she'll strecth it
Pussy stayin' wet, and she loves when niggas rake it
{koopsta knicca}
Some did it bitches
Pretty bitches
Freaky bitches
I've had those sticky bitches
Grand there thin, all on the flow wit' bitches
Them goin' bitches
Hoein bitches
Blowin' bitches
Mad at the stoned up bitches
Flowin' bitches
Some sort of rollin' bitches
Scary bitches
Plenty bitches
Hairy bitches
Even the smelly bitches
Ready bitches
Beat up the deadly bitches
Say what ？
To tear up the ugly bitches bout' the news
Koopsta my bloodshed bullsucker
Bitch you gon' feel the nooooise !
16.Touched Wit It
Boy,i think this the second time you done passed up this sign
you goin'the wrong way main.
Slow ya role, slow ya role,ya know what im saying？
wal-greens, we 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya see
what i'm
Saying？
What you gone do？
Bitch,you can picture the pain,i rip you in vain
While the young soldiers whisper my name
I'm dealing the caine,sippin' on crown, smokin' that jane
Open the brain,let that shit inject, you think that i'm playin'
Don't make me get at your kin fo those that can't
Either you die slow,ride slow, cause fiend about to show
How not only god knows, these niggas our hoes,my stock broke
So we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats
Buckin the clip at the 5and 0 ,allow smoke
Dosha go straight to my lungs i see whomp whomp whomp whomp
In ya streets chopper intro now peep this
Got wit you
F-i-e-n-d and three-6talk it like i bring i feel you need
this,deep shitsleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches,it's
all on you
Like that lil nigga b.g. cd volume 2i throw hallows threw ,what
you use to swallow and chew, 'bout what ya gone do？
Infamous i'm leavin brain dusti'll indanger you lamers like
strangers
I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger
I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a banger
I either put you in a cross,or i pull the moss
I'm runnin threw so logs, tring to blow ya leg off
I put some shit up in the line that'll blow ya mind
It's like some colt 45, does it every time,nigga get my rhymes
Chorus：
Fiendif i pull my pistol i'm a bust wit it
Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it
You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it
Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it
Act like you know me when i say im head thug on your block
Hold ya breath when i spray paint my name on yo spot
Tell your self you ain't scared when i run in
Your shiti ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apollogize when i pass by bootin my grill
3rd world i represent it blood city fo real
Foreget yo know me when i pistol whip you and yo click
No limit riders, tre 6, yall aint runnin like this
Now whats the fuck the use of holdin a gun and playin wit you
hoes
I'm bout to shut down yo heart thats how the story goesthese
boys think cause we some ceo's, we must be some hoes
Its consequences and reprecusions fuckin wit pros
Thiese bitches hot cause its hypnotized and no limit
We off the wham but only real niggas all up in it
I tell you what serv kill the head of yo click
And i bet all them hoes quit talkin shit
I never ran up yo a trunk
Blastin on a fuckin punk
Toxicated, high, or drunk
Try and grab the closest pump
Never flodged on
How i lived
Fight a nigga over a bitch
Playa im just callin pimp
Always keep a cigarette lit
Never walked up in the club
Dissin niggas wit a mug
Always keep my owm sack
Never wanted to hit your bud
Independant on you hoes
Makin more than selling dope
If you wanna hate the click
Nigga i make your body froze
Close yo eyes ？
Mouth full its a south thang thuging like that
You say you know im in north memphis pushin that drill
Tearin clubs up in south memphis and smokey city
Say your prayers when i lay that iron clean on yo chest
Dont play no games boy, im kinda wild wit that tech
Pretend you death when i scream what city you clame
Fuck around wit me i seperate your body from your name
Lay down bitch ,la chat and i ain't playing no gamesbucking you
hoes,my mado keep my distance from lames
My 45 be on my side and i be ready to ride
We catch you slipin you be missin have you barried alive
My niggas downdown we got that anna that you bitches dont
won'tstep to
Me wrong paul,juicy,pat,la chat be strapped wit them pumps
Now how you figure when you fuck up that we gone let you live
We kill your ass then set a randsome fo your guts that we
spill!!!!!
17.Weak Azz Bitch
Chorus x4
When i say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch, weak ass bitch
(juicy 'j')
How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill
Haters talkin' lots of shit
But they scared of the steel
If you want me come and get me
Cause i'm real with this here
I ain't scared of none of you hoes
I ain't never shead a tear
In yo hood bumpin' ridin' with a twelve case of beer
Ain't no nigga make no moves
Get you scared, shook your fear
Y2k hit the clock
So you know the ending's near
One call to them killas and you just might disappear
(dj paul)
Now nigga all in my face hollin' real but real soft
Bitch i'm holdin' up this glock
Bout to knock your block off
You a weak ass bitch
And your cd cover show
With your fake ass face
I been knowin' ya so i know a sissy hoe
Yeah know this a triple six city
All that mtv and bet got you feelin' shitty
Just the dick you used to be my dog
Used to be my nigga
Now you fake
But i stomp on you trick in the grass
You little snake bitch
Chorus x4
(lord infamous)
Uh, in the mood a fucking crowd
Make the speakers pound
If you niggas wild
Knock these bitches out
Rumblin' the ground
Tramplin' niggas down
＞from the dirty south
Where the niggas like it loud
Wish ya hypnotized
Instagater ？
Fire in my eyes sosate lucky frank white
Ready for the gunfight
If you wanna get high
Ain't no simpathize
Make you sleep till it's judgement night
(la chat)
Talk is cheap
I hear you talking but you ain't bout your bizz
La chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch
My motherfuckin' plastic gat we gonna rumblin' shit
Then they gon' hit'cha smit'cha get'cha so don't fuck with this
shit
I know you feelin' when i'm speakin' and i'm speakin' to you
Well hoe it's true, who got the proof bitch
What you gon' do
I keep my mug cuz i'm a thug
I left the twink on my grill
You got some manner
Need to show it
Shit you claim that your real
Chorus x4
18.What's Next(Outro)
19.Whatcha Know
Juicy j (big gipp)：
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Three 6 mafia (here it is)
Know what i'm sayin'
Goodie mob (triple six mafia)
Atl (big gipp)
M-town connection (man)
What you know about that？
(you can't ask fo' no mo')
What you know？ what you know？
(i'ma hit ya back)
What you know？
What you know？ what you know？
'bout the b's, bout that o
'bout these streets, 'bout this 9
'bout these niggaz doin' time
What you know？ what you know？
Bout the kickin' in the do'
Layin' cuckers on the flo'
Gettin' low down with the dope
Lord infamous：
In memphis, i'm a felonist, don't fuck with ghetto presidents
Run up in your residence, gather all the evidence
Murder list is specialist, clickin' on this medicine
Unloadin' a tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-lace
All in for the blessedness, lord infamous reck-a-less
Mobbin', i'm the messiest, best, there is no testin' this
Hellraiser, i'm hookin' 'em, four star chef, i'm cookin' 'em
Like that, now i'm bookin' 'em, slash they eyes out look at 'em
Crunchy black：
What you know about killaz, what you know about dealers
What you know about niggaz that live fake, know i'm for real-a
What you know about bitches, what you know about clickin'
One in the chamber so nigga now you know i'm out to get ya
What you know about reobbin', what you know about mobbin'
Mobbin' all through the hood nigga doin' my job 'n
I ain't tryin' to be starvin', i'm just leg over barbin'
Poppin' shots at your head, nigga doin' my job 'n
Juicy j：
Juciy always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame 'n
Slangin' dope in the grove, all the way to black haven
Call your boy on the cell, if you want somethin', hail
We got prostitutes and whitey-white just tryin' to make mail
Have you been to the north, memphis where i be stayin'
Where them golds, they be shinin', nothin' but smiles on they
faces
Always stumblin', rumblin', keep the freaky hoes comin'
If they wanna suck the dick, we put that nut in they stomach
Dj paul：
Ain't no problem that's to big, nigga fucked up 'bout no task
Two of them coloreds with them masks, sawed-off pumps for
mega-blast
Forty-thousand, one in the chamber, buck artila for gettin' his
own man
Nigga i'm my own man, never catch me runnin' from no man
It's so strange, the look on you face that does not bring
Or brings it to doors lane, put blood on your close lane
Your eyes be like closin', hoes from head to toes 'n
Fuck 'round with the chosen, got you stiff like posin'
Big gipp (juicy j)：
Don't give a fuck, i'm stayin' slizzard
Tough like chicken gizzards, strickly 'cardi, wizard
Pill popper, afro, straight blowed
Corner coves, what i'm talkin', what you know
'bout that girl, 'bout that boy, keep that nose itchin'
Skin scrachin', junkies steady bitchin'
I can't feel it, nigga please, stop that actin', cough it up
4 for the 5, is what i'm sellin', sawed-off 12 'n started
bailin'
Kickin' do's, snatchin' clothes, catchin' hoes, gettin' cases
Sittin' in the country thinkin' about my money on vacation
This for the ones that love the club pop, sip-sip
Gipp dip, in a ho, in the jail, rollin' crip
Keep it crackin', keep it throwed, who shot first, nobody knows
How it goes, what you know, 'bout these streets i'm down fo'
(atl...)
20.Where Da Cheese At
Hey man, put the needle on the record man
Let's bump some of this motherfucking crunchy black
This shit bump dog
This motherfucking room (static)
I can't take (static)
Tossed out, these bitches (static)
I'm bout to overload
I'm bout to kill a boy
All i (record scratch) 3x
All i wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
Keep it easy, you don't wanna get speedy
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
Lay, lay, lay on yo back
Lay, lay on yo back
All i wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All i wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All i wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All i wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
Yeah i rob, yeah i steal
Yeah i put ya body in a field
I ain't fakin no deal, just tryin to get a meal
Hustlin out here, understand my skill
This money gotta be made, made to the grave
Till death do us part, somebody gotta pay
Pay what they way, pay what they make
Don't makes no difference, i gotta get paid
Nigga, hustlin, out here on the streets
Tip toe down nigga, i ain't tryin to be beat
Like a hoe out here, like hustlin the street
Tryin to get her somethin so her pimp can eat
Ain't nothin goin on but the money and the power
Got one in the chamber for you weak ass cowards
If you keep talkin shit, i'mma come and get ya
Cb is my name, and i ain't playin wit ya bitches
All i wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All i wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All i wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All i wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
21.Who Run It
Dj paul：
Who run it (x15)
Chorus：dj paul (4x)
These bitches ain't runnin'(runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
Dj paul：
These niggaz got plenty ammo, but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm bustin' out of these cars, got the hoes on the run
I'm hearin' plenty of words, but ain't no actions to boot
We can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin' and
movin'
We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of
this rain
I can pop your chest, blast the glock, or pop your jaw diamond
ring
Bitch don't hate me hate the bank, or snatch the g's that i take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims i rotate
See people flip when i'm comin', got some of 'em sick at the
stomach
They wonder what i brought in, they wonder what i got comin'
Niggaz i'm comin' like this, off in your mouth like a bitch
Test me when you think i'm in, i'm bringing water, i'll start it
Juicy j：
What's this
It's that player that you love to hate, always see come out the
bank
Always have to mention my name, when you high on that drank
Catch you with this boy you can't, cause you know i'm holdin'
rank
When you see the platinum rolex with the ice it make you faint
Through the streets now have you heard, out the mafia droppin'
birds
Runnin' from the nazi cops, tossin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel
If you wanna punk me out, pop these niggaz in they grill
Chorus： dj paul (2x)
Crunchy black：
I can't take any more, i'm bout to explode
I'm bout to overload, i'm bout to kill boy
All i wanna know is where the g's at, where the ki's at
Keep it easy, you don't want to get speedy
All on this muthafuckin' boo, nigga boo
Get on your back so we can get up soon
Stab you in your heart with a hard fucking poon
Nigga boo, nigga boo
Lord infamous：
Scarecrow's on it, i'm still hungry, stoppin' for a platinum
supper
Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass set'll be eating
rubber
Casue if they skit-skat, gun 'em all down, even ghost towns
Splish-splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round
Ball bat, bash him in his back, beatin' bitches down
Battle like blaze from the cross, that he never found
Catch a close encounter from the anarchism of these a-bombs
Chemical reaction cause the venom shot in to his arm
Chorus： dj paul (3x)
Gangsta boo：
Here we go, all you weak ass hoes
In my face like you my friend
Triple six dropped in again, time to make ends
Dope game , my game, hoes lame, it's a shame
How that gangsta boo is runnin' the click up on you bitches man
Fat cat, what i be, packin' how you love that
Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at
(blap, blap) we dare them to stack it for 10 g's
(where you from？) black haven is where i be on my p's
Koopsta knicca：
Parents beware, watch out for your children
This the one that'll lock 'em in the basement
Some of them talkin' so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa
Cause the fuckin' all my niggaz, koopsta tryin' to tell ya
somethin'
Peter-peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by koopsta knicca
Lord, i done some sins, cause she married, but i don't know that
nigga
Figured he is a killa, so he figures he'll watch us fuckin'
Put them muthafuckin' slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh my
Chorus： dj paul (til fade)
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