Three 6 Mafia - M.E.M.P.H.I.S.
DJ Paul (Crunchy Black)
Finally, I got all real on on a muth*fkin' Posse song
that's down to cut some muth*fkin' heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) *repeats through whole song*
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigg*
And you know what that mean b*tch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious b*tch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigg*
Project Pat
Call a nigg*, drug dealer, out here on the track nigg*
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigg*
Cane slanger, b*tch 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 bulls**t, then the bullets start bustin'
Lord Infamous
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fk 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
Juicy J
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 s**t
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
Young Buck
The First one to bust his gun, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this bodies numb
I don't talk this s**t for fun, c*ck 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, deep, bandanas with black calicos
So, when we creep, drop cause I'ma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, Young Buck and Hypnotize your mind, blind
Cruchy Black
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 nigg*, 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 nigg* body parts in the field, nigg*
La Chat
No no, come, come and get this b*tch, ain't got no time fo no s**t
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 s**t that you done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fk number one
I shot that b*tch 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 cr*p, 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
Koopsta Knicca:
Man a b*tch'll take that lil bit out her p*ssy for them papers
Get the fk away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky b*tch
Talkin' that s**t 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 fkin' chewin', I can fk you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them girls gon' start
See now that's that type of s**t that get my muh'fkin' d*ck hard
T-Rock
Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition
No set a got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the fk can you handle the, butsa damager
Toss that b*tch 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
MC Mack
I woke up early Saturday morning,
suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a b*tch 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 nigg*,
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'
fk the reason, and the treason,
time to get dirty nigg* better I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze
DJ Paul
girls think we playin', think this killa s**t a joke
Don't fk around with HCP and get you as* smoked, ho
Comin' with some fully auto's, fk 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, w*lly, nigg* I slang with that
b*tch, nigg*, it's CP nigg*
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigg*
What, what, it's CP nigg*
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigg*
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