Three 6 Mafia - Beatem To Da Floor

DJ Paul
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you , you know what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the b-ball piece, when you see this nigg*
You know what I'm sayin', I want y'all to whoop his b*tch ass
Man you know what I'm sayin, beat his motha fkin ass
To the ground like a motherfker man fk this b*tch ass

Juicy J
See this how as* kickin' get down, your boys get
(Beat down!)
Your girls get
(Beat down!)
Your brothers get
(Beat down!)
Your mothers get
(Beat down!)
Your cousins get
(Beat down!)
And any nigg* that try to clown we leavin' em on the ground
'Cuz we stomp a hole, until his as* throw up, and after that
Them signs is gettin' thrown up, them hats is to tha right them hats is to tha left , we sn*tchin' your chain and check
Your pockets 'till nothin' left

Crunchy Black
I'm a crunk this nigg* though, treat 'em like a hoe
Ask these lil' girls what the fk they hittin' for
Crunchy ain't a hoe, and Crunchy can't go, and
Crunchy ain't a nigg* that you wanna fk with low
If you didn't know, then nigg* you can know, then meet me
Down foo in the middle of the floor, I'ma break it down slow
And fill you up with dro, and smoke your lud as* till I
Can't smoke no more

Juicy J
I'm gon' whoop this nigg*
I'm gon' whoop this nigg*
I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy
I'm gon' call the fkin killers do a job on this boy

Chorus
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor

Lord Infamous
You don't know what just happened
You suffering from a fracture
You rebel let me catch you, I'll beat you belly b*stard
You have a bad concussion, from tripple six b*m rushin'
You all beat up and busted, you shouldn't of pressed that button
You all blood and bumy, you yellin' for you mommy
And people think its funny, quit tryin' to out run me
Your eyes are blue and black and, your clothes are ripped and tackin'
You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn't have wore that jacket

Juicy J
'Cuz I wreck it, smith and wessun my weapon, we steppin'
To let the still meet your chest and, don't play with these killers
They come from those parts, the north where be pullin'
The whole cart, so mista big playa mista big time playa
You got the s**t on lock why you on my d*ck
Like a b*tch walkin' around like you stone high
Hollow tip bullets don't die, nigg* they multiply

I'm gon' whoop this nigg*
I'm gon' whoop this nigg*
I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigga
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy
I'm gon' call the fkin killers do a job on this boy

Chorus

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