Three 6 Mafia - Let's Start A Riot
Chorus starts off w/cuts and scratches
Let's start a motherfking riot in this b*tch!
Let's start a motherfking riot in this hoe!
Repeat 4x
Verse One: DJ Paul
Yeah, yeah, yeah, fker, yeah
You got to be the weakest hoe in the world
You move all the way to Memphis from gunshots (Atlanta)
'Cause you were scared like a little girl
Little sorry broke b*tch as* nigg*
You ran your mouth and got into it with some real as*
You landed in the "M" and saw your life was in ruins
By the way nigg*, how your collarbone doing?
I thought you we really quick to kick some as* down here
Memphis, Tenn. I'll take the base out of it and say so clear
Then you move back to gunshots (Atlanta) and got your shot up
While you were driving you living a life of hell
I guess you wanted to be so much like your favorite rapper
That you even try to die like your favorite rapper
At ninety pounds you're too small
Look all the trouble you found
You've done fk around and find yourself under the ground
I wanted to get in that as* so I invite you to a show
But you's a ho because your as* didn't show you ain't buck b*tch!
Chorus 4x
Verse Two: Lord Infamous
This right here won't stay quiet
It might strike up a riot
Everytime we bump this s**t somebody up in here die
The dangerous Hypnotize is from the deadliest Minds
We are the rowdiest of hypnotists out here you will find
You better fk with your kind
You do not want none of mine
We're the funkiest, bumpiest out on the grind
This is one your sitting in your junk get ya crunk
We're the specialist Triple six out on the funk
So hit the floor and give me about one hundred jawbreakers
We're causing pain up on this thang you can't shake us
I'm pistol-whipping, self-tripping furiously fast
Hit the gas, the cash I'll give them a blast
In the past, Three 6 have you beating 'em bad
Just like the old s**t you holding up in a mask
Hit the parking lot, pop the boys
Straight Homicide
It be these killers man, these killers man 'bout to
Chorus 4x
Verse Three: Crunchy Black
First, I've had you get buck, get wild
Then I want you to move the fking crowd
Three 6 in this b*tch knock a nigg* down
My nigg* on the right, get buck, get wild
My nigg* on the left, smack a b*tch in the mouth
My nigg* on top turn it to the ground
For all you hoes walk around with a frown
We gonna play a game called "Beat a b*tch down"
Verse Four: Juicy J
b*tch I know It's 'bout that cash when you selling your ass
You done spent your whole check walking around acting mad
Heard you be at ATL, Magic City It's sad
To cover up it's just a flauge like you ain't like the past
You say you down with the goodbook
I think you read a cookbook
I know you need some help you need to go see Dr. Hoodshook
And please quit claiming the low down dirty Three 6
When you telling motherfkers you ain't with it b*tch!
Chorus 4x
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