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    "Where Da Cheese At"
    (feat. Crunchy Black)

    [DJ Paul]
    Hey man, put the needle on the record man
    Let's bump some of this mother****ing Crunchy Black
    This shit bump dog

    [Crunchy Black in Who Run It]
    This mother****ing room (static)
    I can't take (static)
    Tossed Out, These Bitches (static)
    I'm bout to Overload
    I'm bout to kill a boy
    All I [record scratch 3x]
    All I wanna know is where the cheese at
    Where the ki's at
    Keep it easy, you don't wanna get speedy
    All on this mother****ing room, toller Typ boom
    All on this mother****ing room, toller Typ boom
    All on this mother****ing room, toller Typ boom
    Lay, lay, lay on yo back
    Lay, lay on yo back
    All I wanna know is where the cheese at
    Where the ki's at
    All I wanna know is where the cheese at
    Where the ki's at
    All on this mother****ing room, toller Typ boom
    All On this mother****ing room, toller Typ boom
    All I wanna know is where the cheese at
    Where the ki's at
    All I wanna know is where the cheese at
    Where the ki's at
    All on this mother****ing room, toller Typ boom
    All on this mother****ing room, toller Typ boom

    [Crunchy Black]
    Yeah I rob, Yeah I steal
    Yeah I put ya body in a field
    I ain't fakin no deal, just tryin to get a meal
    Hustlin out here, understand my skill
    This money gotta be made, made to the grave
    Till death do us part, somebody gotta pay
    Pay what they way, pay what they make
    Don't makes no difference, I gotta get paid
    toller Typ, hustlin, out here on the streets
    Tip toe down toller Typ, I ain't tryin to be beat
    Like a hoe out here, like hustlin the street
    Tryin to get her somethin so her pimp can eat
    Ain't nothin goin on but the money and the power
    Got one in the chamber for you weak ass cowards
    If you keep talkin shit, I'mma come and get ya
    CB is my name, and I ain't playin wit ya bitches

    [Crunchy Black in Who Run It]
    All I wanna know is where the cheese at
    Where the ki's at
    All I wanna know is where the cheese at
    Where the ki's at
    All on this mother****ing room, toller Typ boom
    All on this mother****ing room, toller Typ boom
    All I wanna know is where the cheese at
    Where the ki's at
    All I wanna know is where the cheese at
    Where the ki's at
    All on this mother****ing room, toller Typ boom
    All on this mother****ing room, toller Typ boom
     
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    "Tongue Ring"

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

    [Chorus One: D.J. Paul]
    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 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 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 ****ing 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 toller Typ (toller Typ) what ?
    What the **** ?
    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 Two: DJ Paul]

    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 ****ing this toller Typ
    Straight corruping this toller Typ
    Pussy wet as a river
    You need a boat for me toller Typ
    I be hot as a fire
    Oh my God I'm on fire
    I be tellin' these boys
    I do my thang when I'm 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 **** all the time
    I don't need you, please believe me
    toller Typ only when I'm in the mood for a quick
    A quick ride on the dick
    Through a razor in my mouth
    Straight slicin' yo' shit
    toller Typ !!!

    [Repeat Chorus 2]

    [Chrunchy Black]
    Dis' Bitch, dat ho (ho)
    Let me see you pussy ho
    Soakin' ****in' wet
    toller Typ tryin' to play some fat
    Oldy, freaky, hood rat type of ho
    toller Typ don't you know all hoes?
    Go easy
    ****in' cum easy
    ****in' go see me
    toller Typ ****in' ho bout' a train bro'
    All toller Typ, all boy, take off yo' ****in' 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
    toller Typ 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 **** her in da butt
    toller Typ it ain't hard to cut
    Wait untill she sittin' up
    Just waitin' to lick a toller Typ 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!
     
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    "Barrin' You Bitches"

    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
    These boys ain't wild I'll **** them cowards stick them bitches for riches

    [DJ Paul]
    My toller Typ silent night, deadly night
    That's when I start when I start creepin' like a hitman
    Scope my man then I toss the dynamite
    Bitches yall ain't got the guns
    Bitches yall ain't got the funds
    ****in' around with Three to Six I'll make you niggas duck and run
    Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
    I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys
    Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
    Straight hoe toller Typ, flat broke toller Typ
    Make his eyes close I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes

    [Gangsta Boo]
    I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin'
    Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin'
    How you bumpin' our shit then you turn around an you diss?
    You wouldn't want to step we been in this shit you rookie bitch
    Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy
    I ain't sayin your name you know who you are Lil' Boy
    In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
    People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan

    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty ****ed I can't be barrin' you bitches
    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
    These boys ain't wild I'll **** them cowards stick them bitches for riches

    [Juicy J]
    Now I ain't ****ed up bout these niggas dissin'
    Cause a toller Typ givin these blessings
    See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a ****in' weapon
    Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player
    Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later
    Probably I should call the boys
    Tell them to bring them toys
    We gonna bust them bitches and fold them up like aluminium foil
    And keep loadin them guns
    Takin em one by one
    Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks until the job is done

    [Lord Infamous]
    Take em' on a lyrical holocaust
    Infamous is just our mafia boss
    toller Typ walk around with his head blown off
    Call me the wicked ass lord of farce
    toller Typ one look and get his ass ripped apart
    Infamous coke has got no heart
    Coming through the hoe ain't no mother****in boss
    Fall to the earth ?
    Hoes be froze in a permanent dose
    These bitches blow me outta their clothes
    Call me the toller Typ with the dirty nose
    That will unload a 44 up to the foes
    Ain't no playin with you mother****in hoes
    Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know
    But the infamous know you
    So and So and Toe and Toe I take the flow

    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty ****ed I can't be barrin' you bitches
    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
    These boys ain't wild I'll **** them cowards stick them bitches for riches

    [Koopsta Knicca]
    Ahh... ? dress up on my head see, heard dat?
    Ask mother****in' scared toller Typ hell yeah
    Jumped up out the bed cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard?
    ? 4 clickas ain't going out like no bitch
    Ain't no ? out this place like that fog up in my face
    Ain't no rollin' like no sissy
    Ain't no busta bitch, OK?
    Grab that gat cocked and handle like they think that I'm crazed
    So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid

    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty ****ed I can't be barrin' you bitches
    I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
    These boys ain't wild I'll **** them cowards stick them bitches for riches
     
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    "Whatcha Know"
    (feat. Big Gipp (Goodie Mob))

    [Juicy J (Big Gipp)]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Three 6 Mafia (Here it is)
    Know what I'm sayin'
    Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia)
    ATL (Big Gipp)
    M-town connection (Man)
    What you know about that?
    (You can't ask fo' no mo')
    What you know? What you know?
    (I'ma hit ya back)
    What you know?

    [Chorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp (together) (2x)]
    What you know? What you know?
    'Bout the B's, bout that O
    'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9
    'Bout these niggaz doin' time
    What you know? What you know?
    Bout the kickin' in the do'
    Layin' suckers on the flo'
    Gettin' low down with the dope

    [Lord Infamous]
    In Memphis, I'm a felonist, don't **** with ghetto presidents
    Run up in your residence, gather all the evidence
    Murder list is specialist, clickin' on this medicine
    Unloadin' a Tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-lace
    All in for the blessedness, Lord Infamous reck-a-less
    Mobbin', I'm the messiest, best, there is no testin' this
    Hellraiser, I'm hookin' 'em, four star chef, I'm cookin' 'em
    Like that, now I'm bookin' 'em, slash they eyes out look at 'em

    [Crunchy Black]
    What you know about killaz, what you know about dealers
    What you know about niggaz that live fake, know I'm for real-a
    What you know about bitches, what you know about clickin'
    One in the chamber so toller Typ now you know I'm out to get ya
    What you know about reobbin', what you know about mobbin'
    Mobbin' all through the hood toller Typ doin' my job 'n
    I ain't tryin' to be starvin', I'm just leg over barbin'
    Poppin' shots at your head, toller Typ doin' my job 'n

    [Chorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp (together) (2x)]

    [Juicy J]
    Juciy always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame 'n
    Slangin' dope in the Grove, all the way to Black Haven
    Call your boy on the cell, if you want somethin', hail
    We got prostitutes and whitey-white just tryin' to make mail
    Have you been to the North, Memphis where I be stayin'
    Where them golds, they be shinin', nothin' but smiles on they faces
    Always stumblin', rumblin', keep the freaky hoes comin'
    If they wanna suck the dick, we put that nut in they stomach

    [DJ Paul]
    Ain't no problem that's to big, toller Typ ****ed up 'bout no task
    Two of them coloreds with them masks, sawed-off pumps for mega-blast
    Forty-thousand, one in the chamber, buck artila for gettin' his own man
    toller Typ I'm my own man, never catch me runnin' from no man
    It's so strange, the look on you face that does not bring
    Or brings it to doors lane, put blood on your close lane
    Your eyes be like closin', hoes from head to toes 'n
    **** 'round with the chosen, got you stiff like posin'

    [Chorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp (together, Big Gipp sings) (2x)]

    [Big Gipp (Juicy J)]
    Don't give a ****, I'm stayin' slizzard
    Tough like chicken gizzards, strickly 'Cardi, wizard
    Pill popper, afro, straight blowed
    Corner coves, what I'm talkin', what you know
    'Bout that girl, 'bout that boy, keep that nose itchin'
    Skin scrachin', junkies steady bitchin'
    I can't feel it, toller Typ please, stop that actin', cough it up
    4 for the 5, is what I'm sellin', sawed-off 12 'n started bailin'
    Kickin' do's, snatchin' clothes, catchin' hoes, gettin' cases
    Sittin' in the country thinkin' about my money on vacation
    This for the ones that love the club pop, sip-sip
    Gipp dip, In a ho, in the jail, rollin' crip
    Keep it crackin', keep it throwed, who shot first, nobody knows
    How it goes, what you know, 'bout these streets I'm down fo'
    (ATL...)
     
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    "Act Like You Know Me"

    [Chorus: Three 6 Mafia]

    There's some cowards in this thang, if you see em point em out [4X]
    There's some cowards in the South, If you see em point em out [4X]

    [Juicy J]
    Act like you know me, when I tell that I'm from the North
    Act like you know me, when I ask ya let me hit the shorts
    Act like you know me, if I holla and front ya boy a ki
    Act like you know me, when I'm on the track in evergreen
    Act like you know me, when you see the platinum on my wrist
    Act like you know me, when you know that I done took yo bitch
    Act like you know me, if you know that I been husslin'
    Act like you know me, rock for rock the record business man
    Act like you know me, if I pull the strap and bring the pain
    Act like you know me, if you see me on them twanky thangs
    Act like you know me, when that fire shit is all we smoke
    Act like you know me, if I tell ya toller Typ hit this dope
    Act like you know me, when I'm winnin in this dice game
    Act like you know me, if I tell yo' hoe dont touch the grain
    Act like you know me, if I tell you niggas bring it on
    Act like you know me, point'n in yo face a ****in tone

    [Chorus]

    [DJ Paul]
    Act like you know me, cause I'm armed with guns and ready to bum
    Act like you know me, cause I bring the war like Vietnam
    Act like you know me, when you see me cruising were you lay
    Act like you know me, cause with bitches I dont ****ing play
    Act like you know me, cause I'm super serious with this evil
    Act like you know me, in my Regal - chrome desert eagle
    Act like you know me, I hate say it but when I'm on some blow
    Act like you know, I turn gorilla might rape a hoe
    Act like you know me, I'm from straight ****ing Black Hav.
    Act like you know, that I bet that I blow that I aint afraid
    Act like you know me, 'fore you say that on yo CD's
    Act like you know, once before I caught you in the streets
    Act like you know me, cause these bullets know no ****ing name
    Act like you know, I brought you in and take you out this game
    Act like you heard of Triple Six is bout some bigger bussiness
    Act like you heard if it's a murder, you can be the witness

    [Lord Infamous]
    Act like you know me, when you got pounds of the green dough
    Act like you know me, when you want to hit the ski slopes
    Act like you know me, when you got gallons of alcohol
    Act like you know me, when you braking down the bowling balls
    Act like know me, when you got a load of freak hoes
    Act like you know me, when you got the pearl to touch her toes
    Act like you know me, when I tell you that my name is Lord
    Act like you know me, when I tell you Lord will cut your cords

    [Crunchy Black]
    Act like you know me, cause you know I like to wear black
    Act like you know me, cause you know I like to tote a gat
    Act like you know me, cause you know I pop up on ya set
    Act like you know me, cause you know I came to get it wet
    Act like you know me, cause you know you got to call the cops
    Act like you know me, cause you know the ****ing blocks hot
    Act like you know me, cause you know I took yo ****ing spot
    Act like you know me, act like you know me toller Typ, NOT

    [Gangsta Boo]
    Act like you know me, got you niggas saying I'm the shit
    Act like you know me, when you see me with my ****in clique
    Act like you know me, when I creep and sneek up in yo house
    Act like you know me, when you hear, I done cleaned the house
    Act lke you know me, when I'm block'n cruis'n who she be
    Act like you know me toller Typ, Gangsta Boo BHZ
    Act like you know me, yo I'm real I'm trill, whatever toller Typ
    Act like you know me, I be crazy lady, know that toller Typ

    [Chorus]
     
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    "Take A Bump"

    [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 **** 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 gram
    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 toller Typ me toller Typ hate me
    I be smokin on the ****in bud toller Typ 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 toller Typ lately on ya ****in P milli me it be dank weed
    toller Typ cant you see cant you see
    i be stumbilin thumbilin in the ****in street
    I be crumbilin crumblin down the ****in weed toller Typ dank weed

    [Chorus till fade]
     
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    "Touched Wit It"
    (feat. Fiend, Mr. Serv-On, La Chat)

    [Serv-on]
    Boy,I think this the second time you done passed up this sign
    you goin'the wrong way main.

    [Fiend]
    Slow ya role, slow ya role,ya know what im saying?
    Look,we about to go I 255,(yeah) straight up to Memphis.(ya show)
    See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens,
    we 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya see what I'm saying?
    What you gone do?

    [Fiend]
    Bitch,you can picture the pain,I rip you in vain
    While the young soldiers whisper my name
    I'm dealing the caine,sippin' on crown, smokin' that Jane
    Open the brain,let that shit inject, you think that I'm playin'
    Don't make me get at your kin fo those that can't
    Either you die slow,ride slow, cause Fiend about to show
    How not only God knows, these niggas our hoes,my stock broke
    So we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats
    Buckin the clip at the 5and 0 ,allow smoke
    Dosha go straight to my lungs I see WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP
    In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this
    Got wit you F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6
    Talk it like I bring I feel you need this,deep shit
    Sleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches,it's all on you
    Like that lil toller Typ B.G. cd volume 2
    I throw hallows threw ,what you use to swallow and chew,
    'bout what ya gone do?

    [Lord Infamous]
    Infamous I'm leavin brain dust
    I'll indanger you lamers like strangers
    I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger
    I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a Banger
    I either put you in a cross,or I pull the Moss
    I'm runnin threw so logs, tring to blow ya leg off
    I put some shit up in the line that'll blow ya mind
    It's like some Colt 45, does it every time,toller Typ get my rhymes

    [Chorus: Fiend]

    If I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it
    Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it
    You gone be a big pussy gettin ****ed wit it
    Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it
    [2x's]

    [Serv-on]
    Act like you know me when I say Im head thug on your block
    Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo spot
    Tell your self you ain't scared when I run in your shit
    I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
    Apollogize when I pass by bootin my grill
    3rd World I represent it Blood City fo real
    Foreget yo know me when I pistol whip you and yo click
    No limit riders, Tre 6, yall aint runnin like this

    [DJ Paul]
    Now whats the **** the use of holdin a gun and playin wit you hoes
    I'm bout to shut down yo heart thats how the story goes
    These boys think cause we some CEO's, we must be some hoes
    Its consequences and reprecusions ****in wit pros
    Thiese bitches hot cause its hypnotized and no limit
    We off the wham but only real niggas all up in it
    I tell you what Serv kill the head of yo click
    And I bet all them hoes quit talkin shit

    [Chorus 2x's]

    [Juicy J]
    I never ran up yo a trunk
    Blastin on a ****in punk
    Toxicated, high, or drunk
    Try and grab the closest pump
    Never flodged on how I lived
    Fight a toller Typ over a bitch
    Playa Im just callin pimp
    Always keep a cigarette lit
    Never walked up in the club
    Dissin niggas wit a mug
    Always keep my owm sack
    Never wanted to hit your bud
    Independant on you hoes
    Makin more than selling dope
    If you wanna hate the click
    toller Typ I make your body froze

    [Serv-on]

    Close yo eyes ?
    Mouth full its a south thang thuging like that
    You say you know Im in North Memphis pushin that drill
    Tearin clubs up in South Memphis and Smokey City
    Say your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo chest
    Dont play no games boy, Im kinda wild wit that tech
    Pretend you death when I scream what city you clame
    **** around wit me I seperate your body from your name

    [La Chat]

    Lay down bitch ,La Chat and I ain't playing no games
    bucking you hoes,my mado keep my distance from lames
    My 45 be on my side and I be ready to ride
    We catch you slipin you be missin have you barried alive
    My niggas downdown we got that anna that you bitches dont won't
    Step to me wrong Paul,Juicy,Pat,La Chat be strapped wit them pumps
    Now how you figure when you **** up that we gone let you live
    We kill your ass then set a randsome fo your guts that we spill!!!!!

    [Chorus]
     
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    "M.E.M.P.H.I.S."
    (feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)

    [DJ Paul (Crunchy Black)]
    Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a mutha****in' Posse song
    Niggaz that's down to cut some mutha****in' heads
    (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*repeats through whole song*]
    From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town toller Typ
    And you know what that mean bitch
    Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
    Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious toller Typ

    [Project Pat]
    Call a toller Typ, drug dealer, out here on the track toller Typ
    Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack toller Typ
    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 **** 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
    The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth
    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 toller Typ, 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 toller Typ body parts in the field, toller Typ

    [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 **** 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 **** 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 ****in' chewin', I can **** 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'****in' 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 **** 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 toller Typ,
    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'
    **** the reason, and the treason,
    time to get dirty toller Typ 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 **** around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
    Comin' with some fully auto's, **** 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, toller Typ I slang with that
    Bitch, toller Typ, it's CP toller Typ
    HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse toller Typ
    What, what, it's CP toller Typ
    HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse toller Typ
     
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    "Just Anotha Crazy Click"
    (feat. Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid)

    [Violent J's Intro]
    I choke... nope... thats wack hold up.
    I stab you with an umbrella,
    then open it cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian
    Alright Hold Up!!!! Wait a second listen!
    I peel your cap back with a cannon ball
    I buck 'em all **** 'em all we standin' tall woooo....
    Three 6 Mafia, Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid!

    [Juicy J]
    We used to... we used to....
    We used to rob for them petty things, like a gold chain
    no a mother****in pinky ring, now it's cocaine
    If you see me on the dope train, I'm the dope man
    Cigarettes in muh right hand, ready to make a stain
    Old folks scared of eye-gain, at the window pane
    they be lookin' wit a migraine
    while I catch a drain and you know it's a ****in' shame
    when you in this game tryin' to sell to a sprung lane
    I control ya brain

    [DJ Paul]
    Now do muh niggas bust glocks **** wit us Big C
    It's the ¿buggaz? of the boat, bust a trick make 'em bleed
    through his neck through his back toller Typ cover them hoes
    ain't no mess goin' be workin' when you twirkin' with some pros
    Automatic rep a carrier challange on the barrier,
    hang 'em in the closet kidnap the treasurer,
    bandanas on our face we wilin' out like some cowboys
    hoe we need the g's and I'm talkin like NOW BOYS!

    [Chorus: Gangsta Boo (repeat 2X)]

    We just anotha crazy click
    Doin whatever to get us wild when we pumped up
    You outta luck bitch I aint gon' lie, put ya guns up
    Show 'em who really runnin the streets with the calicos

    [Monoxide Child]
    We the click that don't play...
    quik to rip ya head off and hand it to Violent J and bury it away
    I'm on a spree killin for free without a conscience
    bitches we on a mission to bomb shit!
    Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six Click
    Hoes that pop lip, can eat a dick, or get ya neck slit
    I'm havin' these memory relapses of bodies up in the caskets
    with no heads Monoxide foolin' wit tha dead!

    [Jamie Madrox]
    We rollin deep on the lawn with the psychopathic leathers on
    You say it's on so come bring it on
    We gettin crunk at your funerals treat us like we criminals
    We juggalo individuals!!!!!
    We just anotha crazy click... ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six!
    All up in this bitch and we runnin shit
    We doin drivebys on all y'all wit chainsaws
    here I come redefined, rugged and raw!

    [Chorus]

    [Violent J]
    We just anotha crazy click to **** around and bury ya
    Takin care of ya we the scrarier than malaria
    I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein
    chokin' anybody I find I'm takin mine

    [Shaggy 2 Dope]
    Ya mutha****as can't get near it, cause ya fear it
    look in my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gherig
    I don't know Judo but I go "Kheeya!"
    I'll **** you up so bad a wheel chair couldn't see ya!

    [Violent J]
    Listen... You hear that slut?
    That was me! pullin' this stick out ya butt!
    I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screamin' "**** y'all!"
    I stab bitches wit a chain saw!

    [Shaggy 2 Dope]
    We walk around Compton & Watts, beatin' scrubs up
    and right in Tim Dog's face I throw the dubs up
    we tearin' clubs up down South wit D
    .. Three Six y'all.. Twiztid.. and I.C.P.
     
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    "Who Run It"

    [DJ Paul:] Who run it [15]

    [Chorus: DJ Paul (4x)]
    These bitches ain't runnin'(runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
    Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out

    [DJ Paul]
    These niggaz got plenty ammo, but they ain't got plenty guns
    I'm bustin' out of these cars, got the hoes on the run
    I'm hearin' plenty of words, but ain't no actions to boot
    We can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin' and movin'
    We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this rain
    I can pop your chest, blast the glock, or pop your jaw diamond ring
    Bitch don't hate me hate the bank, or snatch the G's that I take
    Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate
    See people flip when I'm comin', got some of 'em sick at the stomach
    They wonder what I brought in, they wonder what I got comin'
    Niggaz I'm comin' like this, off in your mouth like a bitch
    Test me when you think I'm in, I'm bringing water, I'll start it

    [Juicy J]
    What's this
    It's that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank
    Always have to mention my name, when you high on that drank
    Catch you with this boy you can't, cause you know I'm holdin' rank
    When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it make you faint
    Through the streets now have you heard, out the Mafia droppin' birds
    Runnin' from the nazi cops, tossin' out the bags of herb
    Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel
    If you wanna punk me out, pop these niggaz in they grill

    [Chorus: DJ Paul (2x)]

    [Crunchy Black:]
    I can't take any more, I'm bout to explode
    I'm bout to overload, I'm bout to kill boy
    All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the Ki's at
    Keep it easy, you don't want to get speedy
    All on this mother****in room, toller Typ boom
    Get on your back so we can get up soon
    Stab you in your heart with a har-****in-poon
    toller Typ boom, toller Typ boom

    [Lord Infamous]
    Scarecrow's on it, I'm still hungry, stoppin' for a platinum supper
    Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass set'll be eating rubber
    Casue if they skit-skat, gun 'em all down, even ghost towns
    Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round
    Ball bat, bash him in his back, beatin' bitches down
    Battle like blaze from the cross, that he never found
    Catch a close encounter from the anarchism of these A-bombs
    Chemical reaction cause the venom shot in to his arm

    [Chorus: DJ Paul (3x)]

    [Gangsta Boo]
    Here we go, all you weak ass hoes
    In my face like you my friend
    Triple Six dropped in again, time to make ends
    Dope game , my game, hoes lame, it's a shame
    How that Gangsta Boo is runnin' the click up on you bitches man
    Fat cat, what I be, packin' how you love that
    **** a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at
    (Blap, blap) We dare them to stack it for 10 G's
    (Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my P's

    [Koopsta Knicca]
    Parents beware, watch out for your children
    This the one that'll lock 'em in the basement
    Some of them talkin' so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa
    Cause the ****in' all my niggaz, Koopsta tryin' to tell ya somethin'
    Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them ****ed by Koopsta Knicca
    Lord, I done some sins, cause she married, but I don't know that toller Typ
    Figured he is a killa, so he figures he'll watch us ****in'
    Put them mutha****in' slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh my

    [Chorus: DJ Paul (til fade)]
     
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    "Put Ya Signs"

    [Hook: x2]
    Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
    Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
    Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
    Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight

    [Gangsta Boo]
    If you bitches ain't scared put a bitch right to the floor
    Tell her she belong below under shoes where roaches go
    Hoe I'm ready if you ready tell me what you wanna do
    To the lovely Gangsta Boo, buck as **** I thought you knew
    Put my sign up in ya face
    Leave ya stape without a trace
    You ain't buck 'cause bitch I saw ya stankin' ass yesterday
    Talk ya ? hoe ya ? 'cause I'm comin' in the crowd boy
    With niggas and I'm out slammin' bitches to the ground

    [Lord Infamous]
    I see ya from the stage ya angry face is fighting in the corner
    Full of marijuana niggas in the middle in a trauma
    While they throwin 'bo's they snatchin' hoes that stuck in a coma
    Any thick lil' fine bitch come on through a toller Typ all up on her
    Some trick done got mad and ran to the wagon and grabbed a 12 gauge pump
    Probably full of that numby numb that coke and rum and getting dumb
    Cars are barrelin' through the toller Typ shootin' runnin to the Rover
    Niggas catchin the heat from slugs
    Negroes gettin trampled over

    [Hook x 2]

    [Juicy J]
    Now I got you bitches hot
    Platinum out and on the spot
    Mad becuase they take your cell
    So they stop at slangin rocks
    Bring yo ass to North Memphis
    Killas hang and niggas pimpin
    Playas on them cards flippin
    Choppin dope up in the kitchen
    And I always keep it real
    Way before a record deal
    So my toller Typ don't hate on me 'cause Juicy J be gettin his bills
    Clean that mug from off ya face unless you want a casket case
    toller Typ **** what you end, who you clean, and **** ya friend

    [DJ Paul]
    toller Typ you claimin set, throwin', showin' signs
    You ain't no one look inside your face is plain as day
    Another hoe is showin'
    Bitch I'm down with the same game you claim but I will **** you up
    Hoe it ain't the same off in them flames I don't give a ****
    Put some in your liver you so ? in the studio
    toller Typ all but the liver watch you run like bitch was stealers that I let you
    know
    Packing automatics full of that static that you stressin' for
    Actin' like you want some but it seems you scared to go

    [Hook]

    [Koopsta Knicca]
    Hey don't call me for sweet songs
    Ain't no ?
    Ain't no funky smilin' faces
    Ain't no grins up on this man
    It's the ? that keeps me cool
    Social security breaking news
    Shit could fight up all night with mo henny wait that's how I (breath)
    Do you feel it? Is it rare?
    Smack that bitch up with that chair
    When you see me over there
    Raise your hands up in the air
    'Cause bitch this ain't no Rosewood
    toller Typ take another round
    Slipped up, chopped up, ****ed, lights out

    [Crunchy Black]
    Claim where I claim, hang where I hang
    Burn where I burn, toller Typ ain't no thing
    Do what I do, hanging with my crew
    (What, what, what, what) toller Typ I thought you knew
    Ain't no hood, throwin our sets
    Me ****ing more toller Typ no disrespect
    Get out our way, gun will spray
    Easy come toller Typ anyday

    [Hook until fade]
     
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    soll ich noch welche posten?:confused:
     
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