Three 6 Mafia - O.V

Lord Infamous - talking
Yeah, Lord Infamous ,back in this thang, the scarecrow, keyser soze
You know in memphis, we got this lil saying, when somebody tryna cross then
flodgin, high cappin'
We got this lil thing we call OV nigg*, that means its over

Lord Infamous
fk with this super thug and get drugged
Sweep your bodyparts under the rug
Burry this butcher knife deep in yo guts
Make you a nice warm blanket of mud
You fools aint learned to see the rear burn
Hollow point hit you so hard your body turned
You have been advised dont fk with wise guys
Hypnotize Rydaz 4,5 clips surprize
I know your click is full of wussies
When you walk by you smell like p*ssies
You aint killa to fk with godzilla
Monsters, Villans fo real and cap peelaz
Perpetrate ,tough ,and get fked up quick
Whipped like a b*tch and shot in the d*ck
Infamous, And your neck I will Squeeze boy
Come play wit me, ull see its OV, Over

Hook x2
Wanna run up on me its OV
Test the H C to the P its OV
Get these bullets on GP its On Me
Better drop down to your knees its OV

Lord Infamous
So all you join gangs because your weak alone
Catch you by yo self yo as* ol' get gone
Run up in the door high jack you in yo home
Tie your as* up and beat ya wit the phone
You dont wanna feel the force of the tone
Smack ya in the face and crack your jaw bone
Hit this cocaine and do yo as* wrong
Like a 1 in 1, put 2 to yo dome
Glock, Smith and Wesson, Luga and Rugaaa
Will make sure you have no future
c*ck back the hammer and close your pupils
Lord wit the sword is very crucial
Hands in the air yo as* best not move
*****Dont make me work on ya azz wit deez toolz***********
Lord of the hood, I got the crossbolt
Bulls eye b*tch arrow in yo throat

Hook 2x

Lord Infamous
Beat,Rob, Break, Murder, Erase
Dont run, there-is-no-escape
Bullets-hit-you right in the face
Im-not-scared-to catch a case
Slugz, hoes, blood- all on yo clothes
Who'll die next
Nobody Knows
Insain- mane -takin a drain
b*tch I-will-empty-yo vains
I -do -not -feel -no- remorse
Blow-your-mammy as* off the porch
Slap-yo-punk-ass-all-around
You-got-2 days-to leave town
-got-they-d*ck in the dust
Style-kick-and shot the fk up
45s, 9s, and the grenades
Blow-yo-b*tch-right off the stage

Hook 2x
OV nigg*, Over 4x

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