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Текст песни:

(featuring Lil′ Flip & Mr. Bigg)

[DJ Paul]
You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz out here sideline
hatin y′knowhatI′msayin... don′t get mad cause a nigga straight up
out the paint shop or car wash or the car lot or whatnot... feelin mean on
the scene wit a pocket full of green y′knowhatI′msayin... and any one
of y′all hoes think a nigga gon give ′em somethin I can′t give ya
shit but this dick in ya muthafuckin mouth and ya muthafuckin
hole and you gotta reach me somethin for that ho cause I ain′t
for free bitch.. pay whatcha muthafuckin weigh

[Crunchy Blac]
I pull up clean in my black fuckin truck
Rims still spinnin so you know I′m cuttin up
I′m ridin down the street bumpin nothin but us
I spotted me a freak she was bout to catch a buzz
I asked her whats her name baby it could be love
But you know ya boy don′t fuck wit nothin but sluts
The ones that make money and stack them bucks
A bank for that cap and a bank for that butt
SLUT!

[Juicy J]
Nigga I′ll tell yo gal she can suck on this big ol′ dick
And won′t be fucked up bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
And in the public′s eyes she can be legit be my bitch
At the shake junt she gotta work a trick get the grip
Never no back talkin cause I call her jack backhand slap
She come up short wit money baby then I snap wit a strap
She gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin this
And you just might have to throw some blows take a hit wit the fist

[Chorus][DJ Paul & Mr. Bigg] x2
Don′t cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
Ridin ridin down yo block I got my charm out the window
Don′t cha get mad when I swerve and I twist
I ain′t braggin on myself but I deserve this miss

[DJ Paul]
I′m swervin I′m twistin from side to side
I got that iron right on my side
Them 20-inch vogues wit the yellow stripes
A ′rillo rolled up wit some of that light
The 360 turn on the fold down screens
Turn it all the way around and watch it from the front seat
The knock in the back got the trunk on rattle
Them hoes flockin to my whip thick like cattle

[Lil Flip]
HEYY.. you better put that money in my hand
I was born to be a mack not yo muhfuckin man
You mad cause I hit cha ho me and her split cha dough
Why you actin surprised I know you heard this shit befo′
Me and Quint pushin Vettes smokin dro no stress
One tech two glocks infra red no vests
I clock dollaz and pop collaz for a livin
I′m at Pressure World every time I hit Memphis

[Chorus][DJ Paul & Mr. Bigg] x2

[music to fade]

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Текст песни:

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
The money I made didn′t change me, nigga it changed you
I stayed the same through my wealth, but take a look at you
Back in the days I went to school wit ya, too cool wit ya
But seems like now I can′t fool wit ya

[DJ Paul]
Back in the days I went to school wit ya (Ya hear me)
Like blood brothers I was cool wit ya (Ya feel me)
I remember times I carried tools wit ya (I clapped)
But now days I can′t fool wit ya (I swear)
You said I started to act funny (I can′t see it)
Since I made me some money (You believe it)
It wasnt no problem when I gave it to you (I know)
But since I quit I′m in the wrong to you (Thats low)
It ain′t my fault that I kept chasin my dreams
You claimed you couldnt see the woods, because of too many trees (You dummy)
And dispite impossibilities (You know)
I turned to all impossibilities (For sho′)
But that ain′t keepin it real in yo mind (I see)
I gotta feed yo family and mine (Nigga please)
I hate so bad that can′t keep pleasin (Keep Samplin)
I guess everything happens for a reason (Shit happens)

[Chorus]

[Chrunchy Black]
I can′t call you everyday, I got studio and shows
You always want some money but ain′t never wrote no flows
You think I gotta put you in all our videos
And every time I buy something you want some C notes
You think you outta quit your job and come and work for me
So you can sit on your ass and get paid for free
So if you sit down and give this shit a little thought
You the one thats actin funny so I cut your water off

[Juicy J]
Some people hate that Project Pat and Juicy J on the spot
We pay cash for our cars that we push off the lot
Back in the say they use to say this rappin shit was a flop
But we done made our Mil tickets now they jealous and hot
Dont get mad, ghetto niggaz went from rags to riches
Straight outta North Side High now we stackin and pimpin
I ain′t forgot about the hood, cause the hood is still in me
I know its all to the good, all together we winnin

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Текст песни:

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

[Juicy "J"]
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)

[DJ Paul]
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

[Chorus] 2x

[Gangsta Boo]
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

[Cruncy Blac]
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

[Gangsta Boo]
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

[Crunchy Blac]
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

[Chorus] till fade

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Текст песни:

Chorus:
[D.J. Paul]
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

[Gangsta Boo]
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

[D.J. Paul]
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

[Gangsta Boo]
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:
[Gangsta Boo]
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
and some shirt
short 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 ?

[Repeat Chorus]

[D.J. Paul]
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
it′s all about two balls
now I need a warm cup
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 hittin it boy
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, Grey 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)!

[Repeat Chorus]

[Juicy "J"]
First my nigga call the freak
tell her she got dick to eat
balls and all standin tall
dont forget the jack "a" me
tell her five dope we keep
opt a move as just a sweep
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 clams
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 bluff"
"YA" !

[Repeat Chorus]

(Various sexual noises throughout end of song)

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Текст песни:

[DJ Paul] (Crunchy Black)
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin′ Posse song
Niggaz that′s down to cut some muthafuckin′ heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*repeats through whole song*]
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

[Project Pat]
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′

[Lord Infamous]
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

[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 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

[MC Mack]
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

[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 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

[La Chat]
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

[Koopsta Knicca:]
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

[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 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

[MC Mack]
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

[DJ Paul]
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

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

[DJ Paul Talking]

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley′s and Benz′s and they hate the shit
They try to come up over us, the radio even help em′ at it
But yall ain′t got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
I′ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin′ world rock
Side to fuckin′ silence bitch for years and man we still ain′t stop
Still ridin′ clean, makin′ cheese and carrying plastic glocks
And please don′t try to test us cuz you know we′ll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us
Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn′t try to sound so much like us
I′m the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S(Memphis)
H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less
Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team
Don′t let the shit talkin′ on them CD′s fool you
That ain′t what they really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement
Nigga

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Why yall Test My Gangsta
These bitches Test My Gangsta
(Repeat 8x)
Cuz it′s on now
Nigga yeah it′s on now
(Repeat 4x)

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Nigga don′t you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best
Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun
Blow out ya lungs
Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
When you see me coming, better run for fucking cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44, Tre-8
This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you better take notes, ′fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the ground bro′, with your fuckin′ shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a nigga out his clothes
Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow ain′t a gangsta come and test the waters
You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
Why you niggaz wanna test my gangsta?
Don′t make a nigga run up and shank ya
Or put some cement in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you shoot yourself and then I′m thankin′ ya
Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya cuz
Get nothing from me, but gangsta love
No testin′ me my nigga, have you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya bitch ass up

[Verse 4: Juicy-J] ({Yeah Hoe!} repeated threw the verse)
You niggaz be trying to test, I ain′t no slouch
I squeeze my fuckin′ fist, my nig′, I break the law
I call out a hit my nig′, I make the fall
The handle with the bloody trig′, is all they saw
′Fo yo ugly face was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at your frown, with hollow rounds
I bet ya wanna run and shit, it′s too late now
You shouldn′t have been runnin′ ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!

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Текст песни:

[Chorus]
Nigga buck in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Got my tone in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Straight walk up to that boy like, FUCK YOU BITCH!
Slap a trick in front his bitch like , FUCK THAT SHIT!
Start a fight with the thickest click, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Get kicked out this bitch like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Shoot that thang at security nigga, FUCK YOU BITCH!

[DJ Paul]
See I′mma ride me a chevy with them fo doors
And blow some dough, dough
Sit back and watch a flick on screens wid a red hoe
On double deuce, I met this bitch up at the club
I had a tech, if her neighbors wanna buck
Wid a nigga, cuz I′m from the south side of town
B-A-Z, and I′m reppin, even if ya aren′t around
I match a blunt with the real
Shoot a bump with the real
But I ain′t a baller, I just deal
With these drugs and thugs and these niggaz that′s locked up
I lock em′ down with some of that pure white stuff
Like some dro, pop a pill, sip some syrup, It ain′t no deal
But you gotta stay the same when you high, keep it trill
And I still blow a blunt to take the pain out
Cuz if I don′t get high, I′d probably blow my fuckin brains out
Cuz straight thugs love it, cuz I′mma keep it killa
And I′mma dedicate this to my real ass niggaz! YEA!

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul Talking]
Woooo! I think you know the mother fucking business now, wannabes! (In the
middle of the club)
Hypnotize Minds , Three 6 Mafia , roll with us, or get ran over, (In the
middle of the club)
Shoot with us, or get shot the fuck up nigga!

[Lord Infamous]
In the middle of the club, dolla on swoll
Take me a scoop, put it to my nose
Walkin through the crowd, knock your trick down
Pistol in my draws, don′t make me pull it out
Twist another blunt, fill it real krunk
40 in the club, Outside it′s the pump
Top off the syrup, take me a swig
There go my dawgs, What′s Up My Nigs?
Security starin, they better not try it
Cuz we will start a mother fuckin riot!
The crowd is swayin, Three 6 playin
It′s on now, no rules we obeying
Security pissed, they started to march
Just in time, I got outta dutch
But I was spotted, and kicked out
Ran back in, shots rang out!

[Chorus]

[Juicy J]
As a young nigga in the hood kinda pissed off
Cuz I gotta big bank, and his pockets too short
Frustrated all the time, wanna tear the roof off
Wanna be a gangsta, but the nigga too soft
Kinda sissified, like that famous fagot, Ru Paul
But he can not hide, letting them queers knock his boots off
Hope he get his shit together, grow up til he too tall
Instead of letting these rubbers go up in his ass, to raw!

[Crunchy Black]
Niggaz hatin on me, but they just don′t know
C-B he gotta gun, and I′m bout to explode
Keep talking that shit, like you standin ten toe
You don′t know me nigga, you don′t know me bro
I′m up in the club, and I′m smoking on dope
Your bitch is talkin shit but its time to go
I′mma catch you little lame bitches at the door
And spray you bitch down, like a water hose!

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

Ain′t No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks...Bitch
Ain′t No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..Bitch
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks..Bitch
(repeat above 2 times"

Skinny Pimp:

Pimps them sluts, break them hoes, ride clean, smoke your dope
dipped in gold, on the vogues, everything steady, I′m chargin hoes.
Bonin, conin, playas only, catch this game that I spit
Playa Hatin Niggaz we smoke, me pretty boy smile don′t joke.
We scope my 44 under the crush, don′t you bite the dust
Fuckin with us niggas, Leave your name on your block...up bitch
But I don′t get into that gangsta shit, I relax like a pimp and mack
Hit them trizacks jumpin (in comes me, fiends coming)
The skinny nigga in the house, breakin bitches down
When I drive in the Bonneville, smokin on a match
We chokin, talkin, loc′in, talk crazy to my bitch
I′m walkin with a limp, with my cane, spittin that game, makin stangs
Give Me Some! "Mane, I′m fucked up playa" -- That′s why you ridin clean
Frontin Niggaz Kills Me, fakin like they heavy
If you ain′t makin stangs, sell me all your jewelry
I′m outtie, my shortie is clean with them hammer thangs
My nigga Rickie, dipped in gold, sho′ nuff rollin that weed.

Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks...Bitch
Ain′t No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..Bitch
Pimpin is Robbin and Droppin these Suckaz Like Ducks..Bitch
Ain′t No Money Comin Quicker Than That Ho Mane..

Give me somethin bitch, I′m talkin about dollar signs
Look here ho, I don′t wanna fuck, but buck bitty buck??
A shootin gangsta, light that ass up...
Let′s play a game called pimpin′, and robbin, mobbin′
Pimpin ain′t never stoppin
Leanin to the curb, slam goes my car do′
Nothin behind my head but a bumpin system and a few of my hoes
Drop me off some chee$e, hit em with somethin to keep em pretty
Groupie, droopie, drawed a$$ bitches, don′t act siddity
Find you a trick and break him down, and keep him no. 1 chewer
If my ends don′t meet, bitch you get your a$$ beat.
Swisher Sweets, spliff, get a whiff of that endo blast
Rims gleamin on the pavement, catchin eyes when I pass
Downin some Hennessey, a friend of me is some money though
Romance with no finance is a nuisance, Fuck that honey ho
Droppin bombs, packin tones for playas to killaz and macks

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

In earlier news, the police still haven′t found three well known rappers
formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds - they′re asking if you have any
leads or any information about where these rappers may be
Please contact 528-CASH

[Hook: Juicy "J" - repeat 2X]
Yo mami an yo pops man they ′bout to find yo body
The snitcher and the cops man they ′bout to find yo body
The ambulance and morgue man they ′bout to find yo body
Lay out on the floor man they ′bout to find yo body

[Crunchy Black]
One, two, here I come foo
Three, four, kickin′ in the door
Five, six, rob a nigga quick
Seven, eight, get away straight
Throughts cut guns shot, wounds broke bones
Plagues diseases warclones and ozones
Playa depleting, go a heating, west now
Everynight on the news under the murder trails

[Project Pat]
He grew up as a rowdy motha fucka, he didn′t give a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a doh to kick
Grown watchin′ frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there your nigga down to make some fizz

[DJ Paul]
From the uterus to the funerals
I′ma keep my crown
Bitch I ain′t from England
But my money still come in pounds
Lost a couple of members for the better
Still we hold it down, meet up on the
Bees on the ground from a .40 round put ′em down

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

(Talking)-[D.J Paul] and [Juicy "J"]

Chorus 1:
[Juicy "J′′]
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 Southpark
(FUCK Y′ALL HOES)

[Lord Infamous] (Scarecrow)
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 !

[D.J. Paul]
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)

[Gangsta Boo]
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")

[D.J. Paul]
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)

[Koopsta Knicca]
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)

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Now every since I could remember I been poppin my collar
Poppin poppin my collar, Poppin poppin my collar
Every since I could remember I been working this hoes
And they betta put my money in my hand

[DJ Paul]
Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery
Alot of dudes swear they play man they some fackery
Let me catch a girl up out some work in mah site
And believe I′m gon be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight
I′m tryin to get paid however money is made
Alot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
But me I ain′t no pimp, I just love to borrow
Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model fa real

[Juicy J]
Well you know me by the Juice man hangin out with Big Keith
Standin on tha porch, drinkin liquor, drunk, smokin weed
Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain′t came yet
Thats why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet
So I could get paid and relax in the shade
And say fuck a nine to five cuz a nigga tired of slavin
It′s never easy for a playa in tha hood on tha come up
If I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up

[Chorus]

[Crunchy Black]
She′s just another hoe that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well go on head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper something in her ear if I could
I got some hoes out there bringin ya boy back some good
That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood
Ain′t havin to shout at no motherfuckin slut
You know I′m actin bitch make cut a fuckin rug
You better get out there and get my money in the woods
I′ma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug
You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what
These hoes out here be fucking for a muthafucking dub, FREAK BITCH!

[Chorus]

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

(DJ Paul) [Intro Repeat 2X]
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate

(DJ Paul) [Verse 1]
I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest
Fuckin′ wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X
Niggaz be talkin′ but in the end I like fuck ′em up
In the beginnin′ they could′ve survived but they had no nuts
Bitch where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in′
Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin′ but hoe is showin′
Too fuckin′ light, too fuckin′ light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life

[Verse 2] (Juicy J)
Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin′ scared cuz we don′t play around
Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know that′s just that liquor bro
Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin′ that snow
If a member call me then I′m gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
Foo this ain′t no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin′ and dissin′ in yo rappin′ just might get ya killed

(Chorus 2X)
They don′t fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

[Verse 3] (Project Pat)
Whachu doin′ round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin′, so I split ya
Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest
No understandin′, Projects the greedy, ya could be next
I′m robbin′ victims with of the face of a ???
No hesitatin′, I come out buckin′ so watch the nine
Off in East Memphis transactin′ bizness I know you straight
I′m buckin′ you fakers who ain′t got cheese, the ones I hate

[Verse 4] (Lord Infamous)
Could it be me, could it be somethin′ in the fuckin′ air
Im seein′ niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin′ everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is mackin′ or a fuckin′ player
I′m keepin′ all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin′ prayers
Everywhere that I go I′m gettin′ all these evil stares
I′m sick of all of these hatin′ muthafuckas in my hair
All in my bizness, God is my witness I don′t even care
Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah

Repeat Chorus 2X

[Verse 5] (Koopsta Knicca)
Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I′m seriously pimpin′
Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin′ mo bitches than London got bridges
Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well
Touch me and you′ll die see you can burn wit me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that′ve lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it
Call Chris mane, shit dump ′em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders

[Verse 6] (Crunchy Blac)
My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin′ in doors, he lookin′ for him some dividends
He kidnappin′ hoes so he can make him some money mane
And fuckin′ wit him is like fuckin′ wit somethin′ different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga, it really ain′t much nigga
Cuz talkin′ to us nigga, we blowin′ ya up

Repeat Chorus 2X

(Til fade)

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me
If I would let her shoot, she′ll count up this cheese for me
It′s going down like I knew it would
We gon′ keep on makin money cause this honey is good

[Juicy J]
I need a down ass chick, thatll roll wit the clique
For the dope sale, bank robbin, cock it back and buck up on a bitch
Kidnap vamp, leave a busters body, in a ditch
Take the charge for you, always drinking liquor
Stayin lit, when we in the bed, baby girl can ride
Like a champ, give a playa head, lickin on my thang
Like a stamp, if I had that I wouldnt trade anything
For her she my main girl, main dog, thats my name, Paul

[DJ Paul]
Now I can′t say that I love her, but I got some love for her
She showed me, she was bout a haul before I really knowed her
I schooled her bout them glocks, I schooled her bout them rocks
I told her how to hold a spot when I was off the block
She kept it hot, as soon as I stepped in the house she had my money spot
Plus a dro blunt rolled up with a syrup lollipop
The hood tried to holler everyday but it ain′t nothin
She down with the King but I still love a ghetto ass chick

[Chorus]

[Crunchy Black]
This one here for the old lady but not dissin this time
This for when you took the charge when I commited the crime
I was out there super high playin mister crash dummy
You put up all my money, didn′t take nothing from me
Always found your boy a lawyer when I caught me a case
Paid all my fines and kept up with my court dates
And even though I gave you hell with all these other lil broads
You always came and made my bail when I broke the law
The only one thats reliable the one thats dependable
Keep you by my side these other fools is suspendable
I ain′t forgot when I was out there hurt for some cash
You never mind takin your last, on out the stash
Always tried to give me the last up out your purse
Always tried to get my ass to go on and go to church
I couldnt pay you back even if I had to
Hard on these fools but I′ll never be to hard on you

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

(featuring Remy Ma)

[DJ Paul]
Uh-huh... Three 6... Mafia...
We gotta do it for the ladies this time man... gotta do one
for the ladies they say we never do one for em... We gon
talk about how ladies have these dudes sewed up...
How a lotta dudes fall lame to the game.. It′s goin down...

[Chorus] x2
This pussy got ya hooked pussy got cha hooked
HELL NAW!
This pussy got ya hooked pussy got cha hooked
HELL NAW!
This pussy got ya hooked pussy got cha hooked
HELL NAW!
This pussy got ya hooked pussy got cha hooked
HELL NAW!

[Juicy J]
Freaky lil thang gon pass me by watchin you out the corner of my eye
Wit a big booty and them healthy thighs let a nigga get a lil piece of that pie
You ain′t all that why you actin stuck up let me pour some of this drank in ya
cup
And maybe later I′ll hit them guts and maybe at night you′ll be catchin the bus
Worsem ass nigga keep blowin up ya phone can′t get the picture won′t leave you
alone
(you have 12 new voice messages) Girl what you done did that fool head gone
I think a young playa need to hook up wit you cause ain′t no tellin what you
might do
Chew a nigga up in the Bentley coupe toes curlin up like Roman noodles

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul]
She get it so wet she make it so warm
And on a lame brain mane she got a lotta charm
She swallow it like a pill and makin them pay them bills
For another nigga kid cell phone car and crib
He payin for the dinner for him her and all her friends
And when he spend the night her dog in the bed he in the den
But still he say he love her wouldn′t put his mom above her
He did all this after the first time he ever fucked her

[Chorus]

[Remy Ma]
Don′t ask me nigga you nasty nigga you had ya tongue in my ass nigga
And you a pro so I know it wasn′t the first time and it won′t be the last nigga
And aint′t tryna to act like it wasn′t all that when you be sick when I′ll fall
back
Name any piece of furniture in ya crib and I can guarantee we fuck on that
See when you hooked you know that it′s.. so good you gotta go back
Then it seem like any other chick that you try to stick ya dick in be so wack
And for some reason it won′t stay up but when you wit me it be way up
And you′ll never say no when I call yo phone you already be ready to lay up

[Crunchy Blac]
He′s a lame ass nigga hollerin that he pimpin the broad (pimpin the broad)
But found out he was spendin amp on the broad (amp on the broad)
Ohh how a nigga be wit that flauge (wit that flauge)
Hannndcuffin hoes that′ll do that job (do that job)
Sloooob on my knob mane get that change (get that change)
Ain′t no shame in her gotdamn game (gotdamn game)
All she think about she wanna please her mane (please her mane)
Bringin back double drivin him insane (him insane)

[Chorus] x2

[music to fade]

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

[Talking]
′Hey we gonna do a song called Tongue Ring!
′Let me see your Tongue Ring, is it rusty, hahaha ?

Chorus 1:
{D.J. Paul}
Let me fell 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 feel
let me feel
let me feel
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel
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 try 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 to mill
hold the hands and love the shit
hope you ain′t no essency
don′t you know she used to trick
open the door to pop the crespt
to take your time to fucking sex
I never would a will a swept
knowing she′d be chewing paint
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 brawls wit′ them booty blowin′
now thats the bidness
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 can′t rock it
drink some crown wit it
niggas wit some videos
or some college hoes
that playin′ hard to get
but they the freakiest (freakiest)


Chorus 2:
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 im on fire
I be tellin′ these boys
I do my thang when im higher
come on baby just lay down
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 staring 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 im
in the roof of a quick
a quick ride on the dick
through 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}
Fornified 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, a talk ya 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}
So 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 !

@ Three 6 Mafia

Текст песни:

[Juicy J talking]
Hey nigga get yo weed, yo blow
Get yo drank together
Cause we bout to get hiiiiiigh

[Chorus 2x (Juicy J)]
Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some
Bring that dro and play the beat

[Juicy J]
Nose all runny, fine snow bunny
Take her to the crib, make her drink cummy
I′m from the hood I ain′t never did this
But now I can say I done done it
Cocaine Blain, that′s my dog
Called him up to house this slut
We gone fuck her in the back of the bus
And fill her nose up full of that dust
Three 6 Mafia, wild on tour
Whooping these niggaz and fucking these hoes
In the bathroom bout two whole hours
Gettin′ real high, passed out on the floor
Fuck that shit, niggaz out of the frame
Take ′em one and one, back in the game
Back on the street, back on the strip
Looking for a freak to run a train

[Crunchy Black]
What you boys doing with that weed?
Where you boys going with that shit?
Begging like a little kid
Give the homie a little bit
I ain′t smoke, yeah I smoke
Cheefin on that endo dope
Hypnotize better, we make cheddar
All the haters hit the road (kill yo self!)

[Chorus 2x (Juicy J)]
Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some blow
Half on a, half-half on a sack or some
Bring that dro and play the beat

[DJ Paul]
My nostrils so stopped up
I can′t even smell the weed smoke
The green man, it got locked up
So I better make the best out this dro
I sniff, I choke, I really enjoy myself
It might seem like I′m sick
But that (?) done got me there
I got a couple of chocolate thangs
I got me a couple of white thangs
I got me a couple of Chinese bitches that pussies really sideways
I got a bag, zip lock
Filled to the brim with a pound in it
Me and scarecrow gone fuck these hoes
And make sure the click hit it

[Crunchy Black]
DJ Paul, that′s my dog
We break down walls like king kong
Any nigga by my pad later on
We smoke so much call us Cheech and Chong
High as a bird, no like a plane
Got me high, I′m feeling it man
Ain′t no shame in my game
Give yo boy the co-cocaine

[Chorus 2x]

@ Three 6 Mafia