three 6 mafia lyrics

chapter 2 world domination

"Will Blast"

[dj paul:]
Say hello to three 6 mafia got the stick up with the mask we be watchin ya know
Im quick to biggy bang bang a rookie huh trip you like a cookie for you sayin
Yo ass is movin too fast

[Gangsta boo:]
You got this lady gangsta boo comin' to you with a whole bunch of shit that's
Gonna **** yo ass up toller Typ toller Typ toller Typ toller Typ toller Typ get buck wild in dis
Mutha****a let me see ya do ya stuff

[Juicy j:]
Will blast if we mutha****ina have to tie ya body up with the strings from your
Tennis shoes juicy j in the house puffin on a light kool those that wanna step
To the click its a murder fool

[Crunchy black:]
Who i be'z crunchy black you will know who i am once i come up from the back
Kickin do's makin ho's lay it down cuz i gotta keep my mutha****in prophet black

[Lord infamous:]
I'm the toller Typ lord infamous the scarecrow demons be dancin roun my throne i
Dont know why everytime i see yo face i wanna spread like rome bring it on jones

[Koopsta knicca:]
Who dat be between them tree's tryin to take a peek at me for himself if you
From the other realm i tell you koop have nothin left nothing left
 
"Hit A Mutha****a"

I bet you won't
Hit a mother****er, hit a mother****er (bitch)
Hit a mother****er, hit a mother****er
I bet you won't
Push a mother****er, push a mother****er (hoe)
Push a mother****er, push a mother****er
I bet you won't

This ain't no game, we bring the pain
So don't you niggas trip
Fallin the club with all them thugs
And five extra clips
Deep alsways deep is how we come cause we ain't no joke
So when you hoes talk all this shit
We gonna cut ya throat
And let you chuck right out the door, the three 6 mafia game
Now i was pullin a ****ing gun
We out so throw them thangs
Don't hit that white
Any why the **** act like you crazy man
We know you niggas just some hoes
You let our nuts hang


And let me crack you mind up
Want to get you hypnotized cause you this scarecrow
Keep a mystic type of business than we run
You may not cap to the s's
Cause we young, my time, my flex
It's a futuristic and autistic mega plisto plex
I rack up many shots cuase on my run colegri pop
I make sure they get so wild, they bustin caps right on the spot
All around the planet rock, the ghetto clocks don't stop
My toller Typ gotta take a deep breathe
A keep blowin till they drop

[chorus x2]


We ain't going to stop until some down people die up in the audience
Word up, push them to the floor
Put your foot in his guts so aple watch them fully trample
Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so kit kiddy can't handle
The crowd, the gotta ru rush before a few gonna get crushed
Crush crush, we got it buck buck (the three 6)
And when the shows over i want to seenothing but bodies
On the floor and they got no three 6 (surprise)


I heard the streets that a toller Typ has said, something about that toller Typ
I think his name was cruchy blac
But i walk up to his house, i knocked upon his door
When he came to the door, i hit him in the mouth
And i knocked him on the floor
Then i hit him and hit him somemore
Then i told that ****ing boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the mother****ing prophet boys
Cause the prophet boys be hypnotizing all of ya'll
Ganna tear around your throat and drag you like you want

[chorus x2]


Why to styling at my face
Why you talks behind my back
Hitting you hitting you down when i bout to attack
Never can't be fade
Cause this lady roll with right click
Now i'm talking shit
Call me misses mobb bitch
Smoking automos all you hoes boutin' my damn self
Never hanging with you skanks
Cause i'm bad for your health
Playa haters out you stars pullin' cars bout' yourself
We be stanking like some fart under sheets, hold your breathe


See i call up then niggas operator tellin me they
Was stressed with you up on that house that i'm hell
Looking out there
See you telling always tell who freezy's always shells


How she really cares bout' her hair
Here he thinks he stabbs around a hoe round'
 
"Are You Ready 4 Us"

Hahaha
1998
Three 6 mafia
Hooked up with the mother****in' dayton family
Are ya'll ready for us
Bring the pain
Bitch ya'll ain't ready for us
Miphia style
Flip time
98
Rollin' like dees
Smoke the trees bitch

[Chorus x2]
We mafia, is it too much (we mafia mafia mafia ya)
Are you ready for us (we mafai mafia mafia ya)

Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

[scarecrow]
Mixtures of sin and gin on sight
Cut the wings off an angel
On both sides
I'm suin'
Huntin'
All them suckas
State your last name first
Meyers, michael
Lord is killin'
Three 6 killin'
What else will i say
Even children
Probably don't give a **** if you are naughty or nice
At night
Sacrifice
Good bye, lights out

[juicy j]
Can you feel me
Can you hear me
Did you pick the scene
A lot of fools done ****ed around town
Showed up in your dreams
Standin' in a hideaway
Inferred, them guns spray
Gotcha shakin'
Gotcha nervous
Knowin' not how to get away
Lookin' out the window pane
Cause all your gonna feel is pain
In your yard i see a tree
I also see your body hang
See the phone
Pick it up
The wire that is only cut
I meant to pray
Your still gonna die
Too late bitch
Your time is up

[Chorus x4]

[dayton family]
What the **** you wanna do
Be a victim of my homicide
If you try to jack
I'll leave you dead head in the g ride
And creep up out my vehicle
And continue my jack move
Still gat under the dirt
Now put it up in your hand
Now ain't that smooth
Mother****er
Snooze mother****er
Move mother****er
Loose mother****er
Put your face down to the floor
And don't you take a look up
I heard about what you cook up
See bitch this is a stick up
I'm takin' you off your tippy toes
Take your cheese
And **** your hoes
Givin' you crack sacks, macks back in your cadillacs
Drop glock in my draws
Extra clip up under my balls
My dick's like a 44
****in' up your pussy wall
You ran your lip about your grip
And i'm takin' in on the stash box
Your pockets are swoll hoe
And i'm lookin' for a jackpot
I wear a mask on my face
So i won't catch a case
Keepin' it low key
Don't nobody know me
I'm just like a snake
When i creep through your window
So mother**** the cops
Cold hard on me kin though
So mother**** the 5-0
It's all about survival
I leave them like d-o-a
Bitch that's dead on arrival

[Chorus x4]

Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

[dj paul]
Give'em two
To the head
Three to the neck
And the other ****in' tip
Too his mother****in' chest
Gotta buck him down
Gotta buck him down town
Talkin' bout' these clowns
Talkin' shit up in my ****in' town
Since he ain't dead yet
Check his head
Check his chest
Playa should have guessed
He was strapped with a ****in' vest
Hoe you should have known
You was ****in' with the triple 6
We bust
I knew you wasn't ready for us

[gangsta boo]
Am i too much
To avoid, can't you **** with us
In the lexus truck with juicy j
Getting ****ed up
Tearin' the club up
What be bumpin' on the radio
Mafia is what i'm screamin'
Till the day i die hoe
More game for the lame
Educate them bitches man
Stay in focus
Hocus pocus
Tryin' my best to maintain
High as the sky
Is why it's my business bitch
Open up your own ****in' account
And get up out my shit

[Chorus x4]

Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

[crunchy blac]
6 bitch
So don't you **** with this click
Cause if you **** with this click
You'll get a little of this (gun shots)
You must don't know who you ****in' with bitch
Cause we leavin' bodies in body bags
Drop em' off in a ditch
Know i mean kid
Know i mean kid, huh
See we come from
A natural bomb
A natural gun
A natural gimme some
Don't make me make your body numb trick
And have you hollerin' out mafia mafia mafia mafia

[koopsta knicca]
Stick em' dead
Kill em' dead
Rush them tricks on down to the flo'
With north memphis convicts
Bithces call me koopsta hoe
**** me once never twice
Wrapped up on that game of dice
How can i lie
When at nine hundred times
You said you was a man of the house
I don't really done it
Koop you hung around that toller Typ man
Try so hard to be a soldier bitch
But come out to be dealt with trick
I'm sick in the head
Better call fred
Dirty red
Yeah, yeah you gon' look
Too late ****in' fool
Cause you drownin' in your poo poo
 
"Prophet Posse"

[Chorus x8]
Prophet posse, the posse bitch

[scarecrow]
It's mafia time
Lord infamous' mind
It just ain't stable
My actions are even more shocking and dockin'
Than murder between kane and abel
So stick 'em up
Everybody catch the ground
Cause i come from the city of memphis
It's a rowdy town

[gangsta boo]
Well it's time for them prophets
Ain't no turning trick
Ah, you ****ed up with the wrong kind
Ghetto boo bitch
Comin' at yo ass
Takin' over 97 this mrs. gangsta bitch
Married to this damn prophet shit

[scanman]
Watch how i pull these bitches
And you know the scareman's blastin' teflon's hit yo' feelin's
toller Typ, i'll be damned if i'm gon' miss you
Gaurds of task, so you best react
Cause the prophets are sprayin' mother****in' gats when i blast
When i blast
Them niggas on they back

[dj paul]
Excuse me sir
Can i get that card or that drivers' license
I need some two scoops
But not the raisin' of the wisest
Nicest, the feel of my body gets conset like tyson
Roll them dices
Killin' my brain cells
But **** it
We sacrificin' blow that shit

[Chorus x7]

[juicy j]
It's that toller Typ that you love to hate
Deep in the north
Is where i stay, the one notorious juicy j
I fold ya dogs an chop you away
And get real high to this hear track
Buck wild as hell is how we act
The prophet posse is on the attack
So what you haters watch your back

[crunchy blac]
There's no game that i'll play
With your bullshit niggas
Say what your ganna say
But a toller Typ will kill you
If you disrespect
Then toller Typ you'll feel me
And i dwell in hell
Catch a toller Typ like, feel me

[indo g]
Some of these niggas on that doe
Some of these niggas on that hay
What you say, what you say hoe
Negro indo crackin' them swishers daily
It's incredible, incredible, from the car
To the block in the mother****in' ghetto
Cheefin' in a meadow
When i'm kickin' a line, i rhyme, every god damn time

[k-roc]
Niggas that come to me (??) attention
Brothers and prophet the posse
Cause the killa roc and never stoppin' roll in a viper
Niggas that like to be droppin' (droppin')
Juicy with the two nine, paul with the forty
Mother****ers on a paperchas, yeah
Killa from three 6, k-roc don't play
Don't play with me baby

[project pat]
We makn' moves in this rap industry
Like a magician
A legion of neighborhood niggas on a mission
For paper, project, my lyrics tight
Like a virgin
My lips ignite the mic, cause they get hype
When i'm cussin'

[Chorus x5]
 
"Motivated"

[Chorus x2]
Everytime i feel this shit, i'm motivated
Not only do we flow this shit, we demonstrate it
We come to far to turn back now, i hope we make it
But everytime them prophets fly, i'm motivated

[juicy j]
Back in the days
I used to get down
Pockets on e
I can't do nothin' but frown
Feelin' my belly and don't come around
Had to be pushin' that bope by the pound
Go with da folk that be pullin' a bitch
Not to popular now you know you're the shit
****in' with reala
That know you're legit
Pushin' that shit that you shoot in your wrist
Had ot be down about makin' my grip
Pumpin' the beat
Hopin' the needle won't skip
Nukin' a dinner while flippin' the script
Niggas still trippin' still runnin' they lip
Now they just comin' in larger amounts
Then i stack them in my bank account
This is for half of your ass watch it bounce
Motivation for my power and clout

[dj paul]
20 years old
Ridin' in a 80,000 dollar viper
Better watch out for the snipers
They be bumpin' our tapes
But they really don't like us
Why must some local bustas try to dis me
When they don't even know me
Not knowin' i'll run up on they ass
With a mother****in' mac
Kill em' all off slowly
I'm tryin' to keep my cool, keep my cool
Cause i got plenty to lose
My ****in' surroundings be another toller Typ singin' the blues
So how i keep's myself on top of things and motivate
I quickly erase all you hoes that be playa hatin'

[Chorus x2]

[gangsta boo]
For you mother****in' niggas
For you mother****in' hoes
Stayin' real as ca be
On my ****in' ten toes
Never be the one to fall
I'm rising oh so quickly
I know you hate me
But i'm gon' stay motivated
This crazy lady
Don't give a **** bout' what you say
It don't mean shit
Maybe cause i'm stackin' cheese
And you ain't stackin' nothin' but dicks
Including you niggas too
You be ridin' on dicks
I know you do
I'm stayin' on top of my game
I'll be number one so toller Typ **** you

[scarecrow]
This music game is gonna drive me insane
It's all about figures
Cause when you're dealin' with heavy stakes
Somethin' gon' brake or get injured
Niggas talkin' bout' paying dues
I got the bruises to prove it
Did everything a toller Typ could do
To make it in the game of rap music
But still everytime i try to make a move some mothe****ers always
Gotta doubt
And then them very same niggas don't know what the **** they talkin'
Bout'
Keepin' the faith up on my plate
Was the reflection of my face
Sayin' it to make it but still gave the good lord his grace

[Chorus...till fade]
 
"I Ain't Cha Friend"

[laughter]
Yeah, ya'll thought that underground shit
Wouldn't gon' work in ya
Yeah
For the ouijas of sin is death
For the gift of god is eternal life
Through jesus christ our lord
Roman 6-23 toller Typ
Read it and weep, biatch

[koopsta knicca]
Hit a man bustin' up in my door
So i grab my 44
Now them bustas on the floor
Covered up by pillows
Oh no
I'm lookin' for them trizicks
Tryin' to put a group up in they clizick
I'm comin' up quick
I'm takin' no shots bustin' these caps off in these bitches
So why you wanna mess with this
So why you wanna take off this piece
Fool i'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech (??) fatality
You'll be fled
I'll be glad
When i make you hit that grass
I ain't showin' no mercy
God damn it i'm bustin' that ass
I'm havin' cisions of flesh (??) like that roozer tech
That mess in my head
If the constantly teachin' this evil shit
You hear some laughin' whose that in the window gaspin'
Now if you feel me tell me whose that creepin' for your head

[gangsta boo]
This goes out to all of you suckas
Includin' you crossers
Includin' you bustas
This shit is so ****ed up
I can't even trust ya
This lady is tried of you mother****ers
I'm bumpin' so hard
It's like oh my god
Gangsta boo is rippin' the mic all apart
If your ass wasn't so full of that fart
Never would you have tasted me from the start
I'm trying to tell you hoe
Let me tell you bitch
You ain't my ****in' friend
Prophet entertainment member known as boo
Had to tell your ass time and time again
Ride with my click
Bitch triple 6
Is all i need plus my weed and the n-i-n-e
To keep you frilly hoes off of me
Come into my face
With that pimpin' ass shit
Watch you see this gangsta bitch get scandolous
You friendly ass hoes i scratch off my list
I don't need you
Don't want you bitch

[crunchy blac]
Friends like foes in these hoes
Keep on talkin' that shit
Actin' like they bad as ****
But they ain' really talkin' bout' shit
Keep on dissin' this click
And we gon' hurt one of you tricks
Put your body in a ditch
Or dig a grave for that shit
Don't you ask who like it
Crunchy blac did it bitch
Keep on talkin' all that noise
And i'ma get big like big business

[Chorus x4]
I have to tell these niggas time and time again
Bitch i ain't your ****in' friend
I'll do your ass in

[dj paul]
Smiles can be deceivin'
Even if it's your friends
And hoes that know we can't be even steven
Should not believe in
Too late one of them slip it's my foes
You already got my glock to the back of your head
Prayers already said
Done consider yourself dead
Your family and friends might be sayin' that i crossed you out
But toller Typ you was fake from the beginning
So i had to toss you out
Friend i'm no more
I kill all you foes
Step in my trunk
And i give it to a stroll back
The hammer release
And leave your chest with holes
All in the club
With that buck ass tube and pot
It's kind of hard
You can't beat us
And you can't join us
Cause we ain't gonna stop if you don't stop

[scarecrow]
Some of the superior astronomical bends
From that of my mystical dreams
Of the many scenes
Mighty, manipulative, mercilous, multiple murderers
Sit back in dangerous
Hittin' and strippin'
And critical injury
Misery, seriously witness to the tremory
Trajedy, agany, infamy, agany brutal mentality
Assassatain
My voodoo tribe
If you don't want to be fried
Put on a feary disguise
Lord infamous takn' no prisoners
Forget the begging, pleading, and the cries
Your reservation revalation
A satanic nation
Has be prophesized
I can look in your eyes and tell that there is fear
From the eternal burning of each of your lies
Flights of headlights
Black clothes and limos
Another negro startin' to decompose
From his casket the scarecrow shall place a bloody black rose
Who knows that hate
That goes behind closed doors
With corpses froze in six foot holes
Wicked throws
Evil flows and torturing of foes

[Chorus x4]

Yeah, i ain't ya ****in' friend
You do your ass in toller Typ
[laughter]
Three 6 mafia comin' at your ass for the 9-7 bitch
Yeah
Watch your back niggas
You know who you are mother****er
That brown shit would (??)
[laughter]
 
"Watcha Do"

Ah yeah, these hoes always talkin' bout' all the shit they got (??)
Dkny
And i'ma tell you what they do to get it, bitch

[Chorus x8]
Watcha do, watcha do

[scarecrow]
Bitch don't play dumb
Stick out your tongue
And let me take a plunge
For plenty you don't have to suck your thumb
I got yum-yum
At night you have nice dreams
Bout' spices and ice cream
You look kind of fiesty
Your lips they entice me
Don't fight it, don't try to front like you don't like it
I can tell you get excited
I'm gon' spank it
Put your head up under the blanket
It's the tightest
A mafia, so play it to the triple 6 to the tre'
Until tonight lord infamous is on the entree

[gangsta boo]
You niggas be killin' me
Say you'll never do me
But still you do it
Every time i turn around
You punk is in the booty
Is it hard to pick em' out
Hell na
I'm on the top of that
All real hoes know a toller Typ that lick on the cat
That's a fact
Niggas be one of the main ones doin' it
Come and eat a little punk ass toller Typ
**** screwin' it
Little peter pipter
These playas for the pussy eaters
Got you rock hard
After my nut you's a dick beater

[Chorus x8]
[juicy j]
Slob on my knob
Lke corn on the cob
Check in with me
And do your job
Lay on the bed
And give me head
Don't have to ask
Don't have to beg
Juicy is my name
Sex is my game
Let's call the boys
Let's run a train
First find a mate
Second find a place
Third find a bag
To hide the hoe face

[dj paul]
It's bout 2-0-9
I'm ridin' viper tryin' to find somethin' freaky
Cause i think it's about that time
Me and my dogs
It's not about two balls
Now i need a big mout
For a dick and two balls
It's paul
Askin' with ya
Take face willy
165 pound, skinny toller Typ, beer belly
I'm bout' to take her to get it tight
From all of ya'll
No paper chasin' i'm in the ocean tryin' to catch some jaws

[cruncy blac]
These bitches got me goin'
The feelin' of a warm mouth
Man i tell you bout' these hoes chewin' in the south
It's on
Once i get it alone i bone
A whole deep along but that's another song
We on the subject of these hoes, and they suckin' dick
Don't frown hoes
You the main ones don' it
Crunchy blac up in the bitch
I tell the truth dog
All these hoes goin'
Don't let em' foll ya'll

[dj spanish fly]
Yo, this is dj spanish fly
Live at the shake joint
And they shake the tooshie, watcha do
Three 6 mafia a worrrrrrrr....

[koopsta knicca]
See i be swanin' at a bitch
Like a toller Typ tryin' to hit a pinata
Ten niggas dicks
Up in your mother****in' stomach
Came across a dick
They got you grippin' up on your head
Buckin' on south spreadin' pussy
Fool it farted
Men, plaster fallin' up off the wass
While i'm ****in' her like a dog
She constantly lickin' on my balls
All up on my dick
And on my nuts
It's just the best i be, rat tat tat tat tat had to watch how quickly
That bitch react
Like a toller Typ tryin' to hit a pa
 
"Spill My Blood"

[Chorus 1 x1]
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will i leave here with my life my lord
If the law man capture me

[Chorus 2 x1]
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will i live to see the morning sun
If the law man capture me.

[scarecrow]
Lord infamous, the futuristic rowdy bounty hunter
toller Typ i come from the land down under
Up the from the ground
You don't want to rumble
Or cry round
Toss and tumble
My voodoo do so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poulty
My victim been shook
By a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night
Down to the trees, packed tight
With two some on shakes
No rubber with a paratroop
In fields with parachutes
Down to the blue
No matter however, can't hold em' for forever
Dead or alive, with your body, i sprinkle rotten flower pedals
Yes the consequences, are your choice, my dred
Cause lord infamous will gain
A healthy bounty for your head

[dj paul]
I'm wakin' up
Tossin' and turnin'
Like in a scuffle
My words aren't clear, rarely i speak, speak
My voice is muffled, muffled
My hands over my face
They done got me
I'm startin' to feel woozy
They done shot me
The same fools i done creeped on, in his own sleep, sleep
One them hoes survived
Now they creeped on me

[crunchy blac]
Fool we got your ass now
So what's up
Isn't you quiet, just because we got your ass muff
Muffled like bag your mouth
Shouldn't of ran your mouth
Talkin' about you gonna creep
While we was sleep, but it was just no doubt

[scarecrow]
Now the tables have turned
And in the mist of the morgue
Your funky sould burn toller Typ

[Chorus 1 x1]
[Chorus 2 x2]

[gangsta boo]
Ten times out of twelve
Nine times out of ten
Gansta boo is in it to win
Prophet rider till the end
Smokin' weed
Gettin' twisted more and sippin' havin' thoughts
Thoughts about a toller Typ
I remember what that trick had bought
Kept that visine in my purse
Get a rental car from hertz
Call my niggas from the three 6, tell em' about the plan first
Ooh weeee
Can it be, another song we done made
Fakin' on no damn jacks
A bitch gots to get paid
Come on prophets, now it's on
toller Typ, it's like that home alone
Like white boy ****in'
Lets go get this bitch
Man toller Typ gone, done deal stupid trick
Now you know this lady bitch
Swing go gets high
Scott free with your shit

[juicy j]
For all the dirt
That i did to my wife
Forgive me lord
Each and every night
Croked cops
Pull a gun don't fight
Blow you away, leave you out of sight
Search a toller Typ from the shirt to pants
Nothin' on me
But a sack ass can
Cannon i, with empty shots
Bucket clean
They find a couple of grams
Tons of dope
That that toller Typ don't know
The juice man
Can't be cuttin' no bro
Tryed the cuffs
But the toller Typ didn't go
Broke his throat
With a quick left blow
Now it's on, and the chase begins
Cuttin the corner, shirt blowin' in the wind
Dog on my trail
And he pickin' up the scent
K-0 cops
Kill a four legged friend
Jump in the lex
Voodoo like a hex
Dog confused, in they mind complex
**** the red light, ballin' on my set
Cops on my trail, cause i let you rest
Hop in the car, ran two more blocks
Put in reverse, then i heard the gun shots
Doin' a hundred, so i couldn't get popped
Officer friendly, on the trip nonstop

[Chorus1&2...till fade]
 
"Who Got Dem 9's"

[juicy j]
Yeah, juicy j in the house with my toller Typ project mother****in' pat
Lettin' you niggas know about respect
You know what i'm sayin
We gets respect off in these mother****in' streets
Yeah right
Yeah mother****in' respect

[Chorus x4]
Who got dem 9's (who got dem 9's)
Who got dem tech's (who dot dem techs)
Throw yo mother****in' sett
To show you know you got respect

[juicy j]
We's creepin' through your hood
Makin' you hoe ass niggas jump
With them doubts somebody hear shots
Got you shakin'
Call the cops
When the cops got on the scene all they heard was cries and screams
Triple 6 niggas are mean
When they blast them triple beams
Seem to me you never learn
So we have to demonstrate
Mother**** a murder case
Shot the bitch off in his face
Face it hoe and be a man
Play the game until the end
You was out there claimin' killa
So to hell, with your friends
All your foes, i suppose
You think i'ma let you live
No love words never show
So not love is what i give
Get respect off in these streets
Stayin' real, packin' heat
Some don't wanna see me have
Always out tryin' to creep
On the next, do i flex
With them techs, let em' kill
Those with anna on your chest
We gon' make your blood spill
We for reall off in this shit
If you jump we gon' clown
Put a bullet in your head
And lay your body in the ground

[Chorus x4]

[project pat]
It's gangsta it's gangsta
Everybody wanna be a deals, a killa
Fire ya'll let and you gon' be a body
In lobby
Ghetto life is ghetto past the blastin'
And askin', for that ****in' loot
And then i'm dashin', harrassin'
If you real
Then you respect the real one
I feel some
Niggas need to have a chat with nina, the enforcer
187 soldiers in this motha
I'll smother those who thnk they bolder than no other
A buster gon' lose his ****in' life up in the gizame
I'll dusta gets right upside your head
And blow your brizain's to pieces
And even if it's your time to clock those glocks down
So watch out
Wasn't raised to be no hoe, i'm takin' my glock down
And mother**** police
Cause when it's on
Bitch it's murder
So go and get your toes and your click
And i'ma serve ya
I urge ya, don't be lookin' at my face dog
Watch the 9 r-e-s-p-e-c-t
Oh, you gon' give me mine

[Chorus...till fade]
 
"Gunclaps"

[Chorus x3]
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps

[juicy j]
5 a-m in the mornin'
toller Typ heard them tones pumpin' like a thousand-five cannons
toller Typ gettin' it on
Peep out the window, i was solo flashin'in the streets
Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty sheets
Right they ass chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put em' straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my ****in' window
Make you think your through
Like it's the forth of july
With them niggas spook
I wish the folks would hurry up
I cock my gun back with my thumb
toller Typ rowdy rowdy like it's north memphis, vietnam
As i gotta check to take a look and then fired back
I realized i was out numbered
In a deadly trap

[scarecrow]
Three 6 mafia, prophet posse, killa kaze
With the shotties
Leave your chest cavity
Stoppin' at the autopsy
I slaughter
And i can't help but notice all your pain
When the monsters got that clappin', clappin', clappin'
On them thangs man
We hear the gunshots
toller Typ bang diggy dank
Got a shank full of thangs
And it is kind of insane
I scarecrow with mystical styles
Niggas are getting buck wild
Look at my dirty fouls
Bodies are stacked up by pounds
You wanna **** with me player
First you must say a lil' prayer
Ask the toller Typ over there
Yeah, that be my preacher there
Niggas are all actin' (??)
Grow up actin' now fight
Infamous buckin' all night
Burnin' em' after a light

[Chorus x2]

[crunchy blac]
Slip, slide come and take a ride
To my ****in' stash pile
toller Typ you can't hide
It's a mug crunchy got a tug
Stuff a toller Typ in my trunk
Told ya'll niggas what
Crunchy ain't no ****in' whore
Get down on that floor
Bitch i want more (more)
Bitch now give me more
Give me chocolate chunk bitch, i bitch i kill you more
They pay, that pay that five
Now bitch i want some more
All i wanna feel
Is some mother****in' rain
Let it rain mother****er, let it rain (gon' let it rain)
See you inside by the game that i spit
Never ever in your life
Can you ever get with this

[dj paul]
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
Where the keys to room 2-10
I got thugs with price tage bout' to get in
We heard it's goin' down, tricks about 2 mil
Feel, the ****in' prophet posse get ya killed
toller Typ, we got 40 cals' to your face
Na'ad mean
Three 6 leave no ****in' trace
It takes more gunshots for these boys to save ya
Me and crunchy chunk ya' over like white with a razor
Several automatics in a blazer
Before we bump you off
Give me that plate and the lazer

[Chorus...till fade]
















rest der cd kommt morgen
 
Original geschrieben von Nachtwandler
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Original geschrieben von Akonis
ich will den text von slop on my....



vielleicht meinste den:




"Slob On My Knob"

[Juicy J]
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me, and do your job
Lay on the bed, and give me head
Don't have to ask, don't have to beg
Juicy is my name
Sex is my game
Let's call the boys, let's run a train
Squeeze on my nuts
Lick on my butt
The natural curly hair, please don't touch
First find a mate
Second find a place
Third find a bag, to hide the ho face
Real name rover
I said bend over
I started to knock, then came the odor
Smelled like mush
Shouldn't had a woosh
Told her to stop, and take a dush
While she did that
I didn't want the cat
So I found out and never came back

Suck a toller Typ dick or something [4x]

My toller Typ D-Magic
Said they had to have it
I said just forget it, it's too craby
Know a little freak, in Hollywood
Sucks on dick, does it real good
She'll give you money, feel up your tummy
House full of kids, parents all schummy
Once had a down, backyard ground
Hit it from the back
Enjoy the sound
Lay on the cover
Always use the rubber
Till I got caught, ****ing with her mother
She blamed it on me
We fought in the street
She pulled out a knife, so I had to flee
Called up the boys
Went to her house
Charged the whole place
Threw the bitch out
Police busted in
Where the niggas at
We left just in time, and never came back
Roll through the hood, waving at the freaks
Who's sniffing all the rocks, and smoking all the geeks
Made another stop
Police station
Saw a few cops
Drove by and sprayed them
Licensee tag number
A toller Typ said he saw
Bogus all the time
Never get caught
 
Original geschrieben von anarchie4life
rest der cd kommt morgen


so... wer sich n paar durchgelesen hat wird merken, dass nen paar stellen nich verständlich sind....sorry



"3-6 In The Morning"

[lord infamous]
6 in tha mornin' police kick in my door
Slipped on my lugz
Quickly thugged out the back yo
Jumped the back gate
Cranked the chevy
Then i race
Popped in the deck
A mother****in' three 6 mafia tape
I'm crunked off the bump
Pumpin' through my backseat
Speedin' hit the weed
Though the end of the streets of memphis, tennesee
Got my stacks and some bags sittin' in the stash spot
Tatooes on my neck and a hot 40 glock
They got the hunt out for the infamous toller Typ
Call me scarecrow
Used to slangin' man, but i don't do that no more
I'm feelin' like i'm the most wanted
Every cop is an opponent
In the dash
On my ass, on the cherry buck flash
And i'm real
Man i got to get the **** out of here

I had to ditch the chevy
Callin' my mafia niggas to scooped me up
The blocks are crawlin' with cops
I can't go down, them slugs bust
I'm runnin' through yards and shit
Tryin' to dodge them tricks
A movin' target
I spotted my toller Typ out there
On the real, gonna rde with out no flodgin'
He didn't hesistate, we climbed up out my side of town
I told him bout' the drama in the ride and how it went down
I got a lay low cool (??) before i get back in it
Anti-peace and po-police
I beat them with glocks back to the street
I can't get caught, cause the new law say in it "ain't no deals"
I would decease these devil police, therefore i do twenty years
Every toller Typ aint real they drop a dime to papers
I gotta pull a quick capa before i catch the vapors

12 a-m the next day
Gotta bank the seas
Gotta preacher please (??) throw in the keys
Down to my toller Typ
Got the passport to get my overseas
Under the palm trees
But you know me a quarter key
But my plan was injured
The silent alarm was triggered
I heard a cop say come out with ****in' hands up
toller Typ now i got to show my prophet da posseness
My only way out was to take me some hostages
They keep on askin' me over and over for demands
I told them back up
Or she got brains on her pants
The gun was to her head, i told them don't make me shoot
But little did i know they had a sniper on the roof
 
"Tear Da Club Up '97"

Tear da club up, toller Typ, tear da club up

[dj paul]
This for all you playa haters who be talkin that...(ha ha)
The three six show no love, put some hurt on a trick
I'm bustin through the crowd, wild, with my hand on a cannon
Be like quick to put two up in ya like who mana standin'
I be the last man, blast man
If you think you fast man, headlines
Three left 'em up in a cast man
When i look into your eyes i see a coward
Face to face i hit ya
Three six mafia'd rather die than

[lord infamous]
Lord, hittin, here comes the two to the three and four
Three six mafia i want ya to wreck it all over the club floor
Blowin and throwin your sets in the air
Ya bumpin them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin there actin like you wonder where
It ain't said we the hardest,
And you can't rock it like three six mafia can
All up in a trance in the prophecy van
We gonna tear the club up, get it bucked till it don't eelin me
(??)

[Chorus:]
three six mafia [repeat 8x]

Tear da club up, toller Typ, tear da club up

[juicy j]
We tearin the club up, gettin buck
Haters try to call it rough
They better call security, bring them straight jackets and handcuffs
Ain't takin it, ain't takin it
The clutches i be breakin it
And rippin off the bosses and tossin them to the floor, bricks
Going through the window, got that thing at your temple
When they bust, keep it trust, and we ain't talkin bout bustin pimples
Haters can't get with the mafia click, them fools ain't buck enough
We gonna get the dynamite trick, and blow the club up

[gangsta boo]
Crazy lady comin at you, you can't fade me trick
I bet you bet you bottom dollar make you holla
When my soldiers get ya, i don't like that violence stuff
But i believe in gettin buck
If you with me, let me see you tear da, tear da club up
Mafia, mafi-mafia, won't stop with it though
Hypnotizing minds, we got you blind and you can't hear me though
Come and get it while you can trick, before it's all gone
Goin once, goin twice, oh my god it just went gone

[crunchy black]
Oh, oh, oh, get buck, get wild
Let's tear this house right down
Let's tear da club up thugs
Let's do that stuff right now
No disrespect to the clubs, don't want none of that
But you got the three six mafia up in your house and
And we came to break the law, tear da club up
Ashes to ashes no dust to dust
And you can't trust three six mafia when we tearin that club up

[Chorus:]
three six mafia [repeat 2x]

Tear da club up, toller Typ, tear da club up

[koopsta knicca]
Hypnotize i don't think they high enough
See i thought i told you to get buck and tear da club up
Do it like a lunatic since you down with the prophet click
Now can i blaze it kick it tell me can i kick it man
Since uh, (??) days gone, get hypnotized
Let's start a riot in the club, lets get wild tonight
One little, two little, three triple six members
Four little, five little, six triple six members

[Chorus:]
three six mafia [repeat to fade]

Tear da club up, toller Typ, tear da club up
 
"Late Nite Tip"

[lord infamous]
Let me just take you somewhere secret
Gonna cut out of the lights down dim, forget all
About your world
We gonna just flow wit what we feel lets share a
Few private thoughts, i'm not just
Out for your sex, let me simp-lify
The things in life that
You find complex, forget what
You heard bout me cause your a
Scarecrow groupie but theres no
Pressure on you cause you know
What you must do
Check this out
Lets have a drink
And i give
You time to think
Let me puff
This buddah blunt and cut on
This porno bunk here come lounge
Here by my side tonight your
My devils bride and theres a
Freek deep inside have no shame
No need to hide why do you
Keep on blushing get it all
Like thugsta she she must be
Kinda tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy now i got
Her on all fours, bout to break
Down the headboard crash this broad
On through the wall now she howlin like a dog swept poor
We hit the floor and don't quit
Another one ripped
It's just another victim of lord infamous late nite tip

[Chorus x2]
I'm not the type that get involved in long relationships (why)
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts
I'm sorry im' not on that tip (what)
If you want romance
You should just stick who you already with (ok)
If you in that mood you can just hit me on that late nite tip (ooh)

[dj paul]
I done seen
Some funny shh since i got in this game
They wants my crib they wants my kisses, all i done gots my fame
I never recall you askin' your last boyfriend for nathin
But now they be purple on gold
Got ya aggrivatin'
(i need a coach bag)
I can't be even doin' it
(i need my hair done)
Me too, i ain't got nothin' to do with it
I've been through with it
You and the since the first time you ask and might i add
Playas like me can't be savin' your ass

[gangsta boo]
I ain't with that nonsense
Or that lovey dovey mess
Feelin' kind of huh
I call and all i want is sex
Slip on victoria secrets hit the liqour store before it close
Call chris so i can't get somethin' white to go get up my
Now i'm feelin' fine
Nothin' but sex is on my mind
If you cannot please me boy
Then please don't waste all of my time
Got you caught up in the mist
Mystic girl from triple
Late nite tip is all we have
It's payin so trick that's it

[Chorus x2]

[juicy "j"]
I can't understand why these boss be trippin'
Can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Ballin' in my lexus dropped low to the ground
Just a young playa tryin' put my bid in
Freeks wanna trick that be constantly payin'
Not a ghetto thug that be constantly layin'
Rainbow inn or da summer motel
Oh well that's where the juice man stayin'
Gotta have a lady that wanna do what i do
Likes skippin'work or love cuttin' high school
Servin' all the playas in the three 6 mafia
Camcorder on skinny dippin' in the swimmin' pool
Never try to argue
Bother you or fight
Kill a pack of jimmy hand strapped pen real tight
Fillin' alazey all tall and a budlight
Just for your freeks on a moon lite late nite

[koopsta knicca]
Tell me three 6 whose that bumpin that music
Hypnotizin' koop
I tell you who
I'm bout to lose it
Could it be that late night crew tight
Just inside the party
Always kind of lonely
Someone want me, hold me, i say
Come here come near come hear
The koopsta cryin' tears
I can't think positive
When no one cares of how i feel
Relax my mind so tired that i even try to find
I cannot lie though i can ride high late night

[Chorus...till fade]
 
"Body Parts 2"

[dj paul]
Yeah, we back up in this motha****a
Prophet mother****in' posse hoe
Three 6 mafia, m-child
A whole bunch of motha****as
And ready to do this shit
You wanna **** a hoe
Then wait until you're back
When the war's gone bitch
You better recognize you mother****in' suckas
Thinkin' that i'm for the 9-7
Once again, it's on
Bout to pull yo' mother****in' ass in bitch
Woow, woow, woow woow woow woo

[dj paul]
Now when they comes to the hood
I be like black in my zone
Now when it comes to parts of the body
I got more (??)
In the middle of fashion i got to keep it like rockin'
And people callin' it green
That smoke how much i like it
Again it's up to him
I need to let some shots off
and dj paul with teflon also take that bulletproof off
But when they jump, i pump
To put some murderin' punks
And then i dump all his bodyparts into my trunk

Scarecrow
Play
I'ma terror from the end
I'll watch that body explode
If they retaliate i blast
I think about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though
Don't you know
I want to get rid of those faked up hoes
It's the city of memphis
Watch me witness how this toller Typ unload
Rage make me regularly, force me blood
I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge
I'm nuts
You got no crips
You got no heart
You niggas from the start
I want to fill my ****ing backyard with your bodyparts

[gangsta boo]
Wussup mista trick
Do you wanna get with this
Pimp type ass bitch down with the triple 6
My lexus trunk or viper
Prophet posse nothin' nicer
In this ****in' body parts through the air
**** you playa hatin punks
I was layin' on the top
Look at the billboard charts
Prophet posse takin' over
toller Typ now we got you high

[m-child]
I don't know you,
Why the **** you all in my grill,
I'm stayin, buck on you
Niggaz say you so so treal,
You ain't no killa,
My lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep,
Sleepin' with the lights on,
Hoe you contious of me,me and about 80 mo' mutha****az who comin',
4 and 5 vans deep, while ya bitch ass runnin',
We be the prophet devilish and meanin' click so tight,
M-child orange mound,
Smokin' out evey night...bitch!!!!

[juicy j]
I met this fool last week
Who said he slangin' double keys
Also had a group of bustin' all tall and some like, green ink
What you think
I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree
So i drove a low key car
Tryin' to fool the streets
Curve after curve
I return tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour i be chippin' up my bag of herbs
(??) herb ak's all kinds a guns
Till the toller Typ pulled his car to the side and stopped the run

[scanman]
please don't test these murderers
Slugs i will pump at your gut
Scan from the killa klan kaze
I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride then play a game
What's the game
The game of names
Now which, which one would you choose
Which ever you choose you lose, you lose

[droopy drew dog]
First time on the maximum, don't be a trick
To see them hatas talk shit but they don't know the deal
Dope sella
B h p's while i dwella
They looked into the barrel of my chin black barretta
Ratta tatta is all you heard
To see you niggas comin' up
In the (??)
But watch the game
Cause you don't got no friends
Droopy drew dog self made to the end

[crunchy blac]
Check this here
Niggas will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel
They don't feel
What i feel, then i fill
Them buck will
Bullet lead two to the head
Then i lay them in graves
That i dig
Just for them
Yes it is

[project pat]
Slammin' bones, throwin' leaks
Puttin' bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this mother****
Down we prophet click
Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas
Mossberg slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project pat is down
But ain't no ****in' damn fool
We ridin' drinkin' dankin' bodies stankin' i can smell them well
And if the police pull us over
I'm the first to bail

[indo g]
Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead
While i drop this track
I flack (??) i'm straight from very bone
To the mother****a filin' out
I'm the first
See triple 6, it's`on
Bitch every mud up in a source bone
I don't wanna kill a motha, betta get a mother****er for talkin' that
Shit
Huh, i don't wanna kill a mother****er, betta get a mother****er for
Crossin' my click bitch
Boogety boogety bang bang toller Typ blew your brains
On the mother****in' wood grain toller Typ
Pullin' the trigga like uhh die toller Typ uhh die toller Typ

[k roc]
Mother****er
K roc i dump but what i see in my trunk
See me after killa klan
Seein' that k roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green
Prophet posse my niggas
Gimme that forty glock
In my (??) pullin' that trigga
I see traitors lookin' at playa hatas
Fakin' while we blast our gat
I don't know where you're at
But hata i better witness a (??)
If a toller Typ don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch
I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk
 
"Flashes"

[Chorus x3]
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
Sick off human ashes
Hatas passion

[dj paul]
We mother****in' whole mothas
Glock huggas
Rob till we rob each other, facked on any mother****a toller Typ
.40 cal's got me dangery
Like jj fad icredible hoe don't make me anga-ry
We prophet posse got you in the cross
We done gotcha
In the mother****in' scope
We done shot cha
We get more wilder than a chicken with his head cut off
Three 6 mafia hypnotizin' don't make me set it off

[gangsta boo]
Screamin' notha ****in' murder, murder, murder on my mind
Gettin' wild with these hella fied rhymes on ya mind
Never the on be mistaken
Never the one takin' a loss
I always be the ****in' one who to be the damn doubt
Watcha say, toller Typ what
You wanna get up in my shit
Shit gonna get your ass in trouble
Shit gonna get your head split
Stay focused stay rollin' when i'm ridin' dirty toller Typ
Gettin' twisted off some toller Typ
Dedicated to you killa

[Chorus x3]

[juicy j]
Guess who was scared
Niggas stalkin' in the memphis streets
The triple 6 them mafia niggas you don't wanna meet
Creep up on your ass and let the barrel sweep
Sweep and let the blast take you from off your feet
And to your family and your friends i know them hoes will miss you
You should have warned them that the three 6 mafia out to get cha
Would you walk to his house with a pistol
Could you let the heat go like you shouldn't have missed him

[koopsta knicca]
It's the blue lights in the night
When i go for ridin'
I'm seein' headlights on the right creepin' up from behind
Ran that trick hit the d
****ety-**** with the hennessy
Leavin' that third, need reserve
Droppin' on the curve to by to my (??)
See by a chance that he may touch me it's a hint that he gonna miss
Cause i will take some plastic man and rip this skin up off this
Mother****in' piece
So now he diss me
No one can play hey, now tell me wha'ts next
Come here play he say (??)

[Chorus...till fade]
 
"Neighborhood Hoe"

(Dj Paul)

It was one saturday night in june now i clearly remember
I seen this whore that i met in december
The bitch didn't wanna give me no play
But she heard us at the concert the other day
Now the shit about to fall in place
I just seen her rode bye with a smile on her face
Tiltin my hat makin sure it's in place
Hopin i'll be the next toller Typ to taste her pace
That mother****in lot round the strip grippin on my dick haters don't
Trip
Got a muth****in 40 cal in the spot ready for a toller Typ that think i'm
Gone slip
Chevy thang, slow, clean, chrome face, glod d's
Bitches ridin up in my shit man i'm tellin these hoes please
I had to speak to soon her comes a hoe
toller Typ she got game
First thing she ask me was whats my name
And i'm ridin in that chevy thang
She knows goddamn well who i am
But since she wanna playa hate in response i was tellin the hoe my name
Was davante
Swing now the mutha****a ditchin
Playa like me tryin to get down in it
Gotta keep it key low with the hoe
In the mutha****in "pala with the windows tinted playa
I got this wild and bout it bitch
Just give me two days to hit the shit
Beter get your exercise on the third day
Prophet posse gonna take care ya
 
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