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Dis, Dis, D-dis, Dis, Dis, D-dis Dis, Dis, Dis, D-dis, Dis, Dis, D-dis
Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See Ya Pussy Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See Ya Pussy Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See Ya Pussy Hoe, Soakin' Fuckin' Wet, Hoe, Soakin' Fuckin' Wet
Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See Ya Pussy Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See Ya Pussy Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See Ya Pussy Hoe, Soakin' Fuckin' Wet, Hoe, Soakin' Fuckin' Wet
Project Pat Is In This Mothafucka, I Know Niggas Hate I Know Niggas Wanna See Me Some Where Starvin' For A Plate 'Cause They Bitches Like To Talk About Us, Like They Lick Our Balls I Don't Never Call That Hoe And She Love My Dirty Draws
I'm A North Memphis Pimp So You Better Recognize Let Cha' Hoe Suck My Dick While I'm Lookin' In Her Eyes I Know Y'all Be Tellin' Lies, Lyin' On Ya Dick Ain't Real Nigga Say He Fucked My Bitch And He Couldn't Wait To Steal
But It's All To The Goody Though 'cause She Payin' Me Free Fuck For A Hoody Hoe, Never Playin' Me To The Curb With My Thunderbird While I'm Smokin' Herb In The Tub, Playa Rub-a-dub I Just Say The Word
And Her Pussy'll Open Up Like A Says Me I'm The First In The Hood To Fuck So Ya Praise Me Off This Bitch, I'ma Check Her Butt, I Ain't Lazy Made A Housewife From A Slut, Is Ya Crazy
Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See Ya Pussy Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See Ya Pussy Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See Ya Pussy Hoe, Soakin' Fuckin' Wet, Hoe, Soakin' Fuckin' Wet
Dis, Dis, D-dis, Dis, Dis, D-dis Dis, Dis, Dis, D-dis, Dis, Dis, D-dis
Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See That Pussy Bitch Come Through With A Donation That'll Make You Rich Bigger Lips On A Pussy, Let Me See It Blow A Kiss In The Back With The Yac Now They Blowin' On Ludacris
I Can See It In Her Eyes Gave Me The Pussy For A Burger And Some Fries And They Always Wonder Why 'Cause I Put Em' In A Room And Get Em' So Fuckin' High
Luda, I'm So True To Smokin' That Stanky Buddha My Panky Shinin' With Diamonds, My Index On A Ruger I Wet These Hoes In They Seat So Just Call Me Freddy Kruger The Boogie Man, Oogie, Woogie, Give Me That Oogah, Boogah
You Can't Deny It, No Passin' By It, You Gotta Try It I'm Number One, Public Enemy Power Gotta Fight It I Got My Gun And My Identity Started A Fuckin' Riot We Havin' Fun, It's Some Siminese Pussy, Like It, Buy It
Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See Ya Pussy Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See Ya Pussy Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See Ya Pussy Hoe, Soakin' Fuckin' Wet, Hoe, Soakin' Fuckin' Wet
Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See Ya Pussy Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See Ya Pussy Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Let Me See Ya Pussy Hoe, Soakin' Fuckin' Wet, Hoe, Soakin' Fuckin' Wet
You Can Get A Room On Ya Free Time, Now That We Alone Tell That Buster Quit Callin' You, Turn Off Ya Phone It's The Big Dick Monster From The Back Puncher Bang, Bang, Skeet, Skeet, Pull It Out Launcher
Juicy, Juicy, Fat, Fat, Cum Run Down Ya Crack Man Fuck A Towel, I'ma Let It Shoot On Her Back Ridin' Lac With The TV's, Find A Prostitute Missy Got This With Ya Bank, I'm Gon' Fuck With Chu'
All In Pursuit For A Bitch With Low Self-esteem (Man She Say Her Pimp Is A Bitch) Bitch, What The Fuck You Mean? It Could Seem Like I Ain't Strapped But It's In The Holster 2-0-1 A Revolvin' Door Or A Roller Coaster
Gettin' Most Of The Game From These Motherfuckin' Jail Walls Hoes Can't Resist On These Streets, Hoes Kissin' Balls Breakin' Pimp Laws, Bitch That'll Get Cha' Pimp Smacked You Ain't Got No Cheese, Oh, That'll Get Cha' Head Cracked
Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe, Hoe ... :^:

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I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You
I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You
Dirty Bitch, A Dirty Bitch, A Dick Eatin? Dirty Bitch, A Dirty Bitch, A Dick Eatin? Youse A Dry Effin? Lil' Heffer, Lil' Heffer Youse A Dry Effin? Lil' Heffer, Lil' Heffer
Dirty Bitch, A Dirty Bitch, A Dick Eatin? Dirty Bitch, A Dirty Bitch, A Dick Eatin? Youse A Dry Effin? Lil' Heffer, Lil' Heffer Youse A Dry Effin? Lil' Heffer, Lil' Heffer
Ridin? Through The Hood Just Got My Car Washed Up Me And Two Of My Dawgs, We Got The Good Fired Up With The Screens Hangin? From The Roof, Better Watch Your Head Bumpin? Vol. 16, Nigga You Scared
Hold Up Spot A Couple Of Dirtbags At The Bus Stop Should I, Ride Down On Them, Why Not? To Spit Some Pimpin? In The Hoe's Ear Right Quick Snatch One Mo', Five Of Us, Motel 6
Got The Hoes Blowed Out, Put The Coke Up They Nose Next Thing I Know, Got The Dick, Clean Down They Throat Suckin? Nut Up, Not A Drop They Was Wasted Kissin? Each Other, Big Smiles On They Faces, Man I Love A
Dirty Bitch, A Dirty Bitch, A Dick Eatin? Dirty Bitch, A Dirty Bitch, A Dick Eatin? Youse A Dry Effin? Lil' Heffer, Lil' Heffer Youse A Dry Effin? Lil' Heffer, Lil' Heffer
Dirty Bitch, A Dirty Bitch, A Dick Eatin? Dirty Bitch, A Dirty Bitch, A Dick Eatin? Youse A Dry Effin? Lil' Heffer, Lil' Heffer Youse A Dry Effin? Lil' Heffer, Lil' Heffer
Got Apple Bottom Jeans But Your Nails Lookin? Dusty You The Main Broad In The Club That I Must Hit Super Loudmouth, Naggin?, Very Fussy Open Toed Shoes, Toenails Kinda Crusty
I Like A Dirtbag, Coppin? Birds On Her Knees Penis In Her Mouth Make My Balls Say Cheese Hand Her Out To Pat 'cause She Beggin? For A New Dress Gel Slicked Back, Hair Lookin? Like A Hot Mess
I Gotta Get Mine, I Gotta Get My Dick Sucked Pull My Pants Down, Open Your Mouth, Attention I Take A Chill And Leave A Girl With A Big Butt She Gotta Be A Bad Bitch, A Ghetto Hood Slut
I'ma Knock It Out, When She Drop And Pop It Out I'm Just A Pimp Nigga, Puttin? These Hoes On The House Cars, Hoes, Clothes, That's What Juicy's All About Keepin? Dope Rolled, Puttin? This Big Dick In Your Mouth
Dirty Bitch, A Dirty Bitch, A Dick Eatin? Dirty Bitch, A Dirty Bitch, A Dick Eatin? Youse A Dry Effin? Lil' Heffer, Lil' Heffer Youse A Dry Effin? Lil' Heffer, Lil' Heffer
Dirty Bitch, A Dirty Bitch, A Dick Eatin? Dirty Bitch, A Dirty Bitch, A Dick Eatin? Youse A Dry Effin? Lil' Heffer, Lil' Heffer Youse A Dry Effin? Lil' Heffer, Lil' Heffer
I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You
I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You I Don't Make It Rain, I Ain't Gon' Bullshit You :^:

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Die A Soldier-Three 6 Mafia Lyrics

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Talking
Chorus-DJ Paul-(8x) I'd Rather Die A Soldier Than Nigga Live A Coward
(Lord Infamous) Bullets Are Spittin' Alright I Will Let The Metal Slide I'm Layin Wit' Late At Nite The Hindus State You Will Die I Know You Lay Petrified Cause Infamous Set You Right Wit' Shotguns And Falsty Knives That Blow You Clear Out Of Sight You're Wit' All Your Might Your Conscious Is Stayin' By You All In That Sacrifice I'm Going Off Ignified The Rope Round Yo' Neck Is Tight You Pop Out Your Fuckin' Knives And That Way You'll Never Cry,never Cry
(Lachat) Now Nigga How You Gonna Act Like You Didn't Fuck Up So Accept The Fact How Many Times You've Been Warned It's Murder When Ya Fuck Wit' Chat Don't Need Your Sorrow Or Your Pity Should've Thought Before You Did It Ash To Ash And Dust To Dust Ya'll Rest In Space You Know Chat When A Motherfucker Run On Up Yeah Youse A Great Bitch Just Letting You Know Got Thoughts Of Red Oh,no Remorse I Buck You Down Wit' Da .44 Never See My Cowards I Got Too Much Pride To Let It Ride My Nigga It's Whatever We Can Buck It Out Til ???
Chorus-8x
(Project Pat) Comin' Like A Duck A You Know I Came For Trouble Some Thug Wit' The Crosser Hollow Let A Bust A The Hood For Da Money Comin' From A Junkie Yo' Nose Kinda Runny You Feel Like A Mummy Yo' Car Gets A Crummy But Mine's Gettin' Phatter Yo' Lips Gettin' Black A To Me It Don't Matter Ya Pay Whatch Owe A Pla-ya Fashoa True Mentality Of A Ghetto Soldier
(T-Rock) Don't Never Get Next To Me Although Platinum Thuggin' Is My Pedigree I Calculate My Weapons,to Killin' Is My Recipe Bless It Be My Militant Memphis When In Jeapordy Testin' Me I Blast Him In The Opens Like Sesame West It Be A Much Bigger Man Than What They Measure Me My Mother And My Rifle Are My Only 2 Treacheries Best Believe A Singular Shot You Plead Heavily Never Breathe I Guess A Casket Was His Destiny
Chorus-8x
(Crunchy Black) I Got A Problem Money Dividends Gotta Solve'em I Heard You Niggas They Out To Rob Man I Can't Let'em Get Me Bro I Can't Let'em Get Me No I Gotta Stand Ten Toes I Gotta Keep A Strap On Me I Gotta Make Sure No Phone Dead Catch Me Cornered Out Here On That Streetlife I'd Rather Die A Soldier Than A Coward Any Night
(Gangsta Boo) How You Wanna Do It How You Wanna Take It You Gon' Wake Up Naked In The Bed Wit' Satan Shakin',wakin' Up And Shit Bitch I Betcha When The Tech Be Pointed At Ya Maybe You Will Catch A Fuckin' Bullet Never Pistol Platin' Never Bent Bitch I'd Rather Be Soldier Than A Coward Any Day Bitch I'd Rather Smoke A Hydro Watch My Cash Flow anyway Call Me Gangsta,Gangsta Never Fuck Me Thank Ya If You Ain't No Man,wit' No Cheese And Some Niggas Who knew Me
(MC Mack) Cm Mack Contemplating,waiting For Another Bitch To slip I'm Sippin' On The Verve That's Where I Stay Try Wit' Those Pistol Grips I Never Ever Come Up Short When It's Time To Jack A Rudypoo Just Place The Thangs Up To His Brain (Gunshot Sounds) Bitch,I'm MC Mack,I Close Yo' Shop Trick You Done Found Out I'd Rather Go Out Like Soldoer Then Even Fuck Off Wit' You Cowards Come Up On Me,run Up On Me Nigga Like You Got Some Anna Play That Role Like You So Buck And Kamikaze Gonna Find Ya They Better Remind Ya
(Scanman) Kamikaze Start Nigga Why Nigga Don't Play Me Nigga I Don't Give Fuck Nigga Test If You Wanna Nigga Slugs Gonna Hit Ya Nigga Leave You In A Gutter Nigga Police Ain't Gon' Find Me Nigga Cause I'm Long Gone Nogga Should've Listen To Me Nigga Told Ya I'm A Testin' Nigga We Gon' Leave You Dead Nigga Called On By The Scanman We Be Like Whatever Nigga Whoop Ya Kaizie Style Nigga If You Want Us Come Get Us Come Bring It To The Camp Nigga
All Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse-4x
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Destruction Terror-Three 6 Mafia Lyrics

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Chorus Destruction Terror And Mayhem Pass Me A Sissy So Suckas I'll Slay Him
(Koopsta Knicca) Look In The Eyes Of This Muthafuckin' Wise Guy I Got The Nine On My Side But Let Me Tell You Why Inside The Blackness Of The Skies Lie The Fuckein' Robbers Can I Call It Off You Got The Dope You Got This Coke Right On Ya How Could You Speed With The Street Sweeper To Yo Chest We Had To Spread Aw Yeah But Guess What Happened Next Me And My Six Niggas Had To Rip Them Temples In I Didn't Want To Kill 'em But I Filled 'em I Ain't Bullshittin'
(DJ Paul) Bitches When We See Ya We Gonna Get'cha We Cockin' 45's To Yo Temple Let The Bullet Hit'cha We Ain't Gonna Stop Mark My Word Ain't No Shootin' In There Ever Enemies Ain't Birds All This Medicine Done Made Me Crazy I'm Starting To Lace It I Should've Stopped A Long Time Ago But I Was Lazy You Sissy Son Of A Bitch You Need To Turn Yo Self In We Want'cha Bad In The South The Quicker You Pay The Quicker The Payment Be
Chorus
(Juicy "J") It's About 1'oclock AM In My Hood In My Set 4 Deep In The Steamer Gettin' High 'Bout To We Me A Motherfucka Up Aftermath When I Blast Leave A Motherfucka Bucked Layin' Down In The Grass Niggas Acting Like They Hard Pullin' Cards But They Fake Niggas Claiming That They Bad Looking Mad For They Trait Talk Down On A Playa But They Smile In Yo Face We Gonna Ride On You Fools Get Away Without No Case
(Gangsta Boo) Hoes Killing Me Softly Trying To Put Me To The Test Give Me A Fuckin' Reason Just To Snap Yo Neck I Be The One With Flow That's Hurting All You Hoes Late Night Creeping Bitch At Your Boyfriends Door Never Be Out To Playa Hate Strictly Out For My Riches I Ain't Got Time For This Shit Cause It's Money Over Bitches Bustas Be Telling Me To Leave Niggas Stay Out Of Mine Who Gives A Damn What You Think Bitch I'm Prophet For Life
Chorus
(Lord Infamous) Never Take Her For The Reasons Of A Killa Six Dimensions Let The Ammunition Take You Through The Darkness Of The Solar System Malice Murderers Of Many Men Multiply Incisions They Certain Their Vision Get Them Percision And Death Permission Best Believe I Keep Them Over Seventeen Up In Any Magazine Cuaght The Wicked Packed That Fool Is Jacked And Catch A Casuality Having The Capacity To Try To Pull A Strap On Me But Infamous Is Coming With The Motherfuckin' Stack Of The Teflon Plated Served Peala' I Do Not Recommend Fucking With Scarcrow Nigga Got You Making Tons Of Enemies Triple That Much In Artillery Showing No Love For Not Anything Popping Yo Head To The Butcher Swing Polish The Blade On The Guillotine Put That Bitch Out His Misery Fuck A Hoe Out The Galaxy Infamous With A Fatality There's No Way You Can Imagine Bodies Stacked Up On The Battle Scene Living Pyschopatheticly Scarecrow Terror Tennessee
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Dangerous Posse-Three 6 Mafia Lyrics

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The Most Dangerous Posse Song Ever It's Going Down, Hypnotize Camp Posse You Did This Nigga, Shit Talkin' You Wanna Talk About Something Nigga Talk About How Many Hoes, Clothes And Bank Rolls We Got Who We Got In Here? Juicy J, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Crunchy Black Lord Infamous And Me, DJ Paul The King Of Memphis
Nigga We Some Maniacs, Fuckin' Up Our Brainiacs Breakin' Down Some Dope, Wit A Razor Boy Remember That Crop A Mix With Smilax, Take A Gun And Cock It Back Now I'm 'bout To Blow My Brains Out 'cause I Don't Give A Shit Hope You Give A Nigga Reason To Want Ya, The Bigger Gun The Better The More Shit You Talk, The More Blood The Sweata' The Plane Crashes, The Devil, The Anthrax, The Letters Forgot About The Peddlers, We Still In It Together
Let Me Introduce Myself, My Fuckin' Nigga I'ma Be The One To Pull That Fuckin' Trigga I'ma Be The One That's Sent To Fuckin' Getcha You Better Watch Out 'cause I'll Paint A Picture A Pretty Little Picture, Now How A Nigga Getcha Lock You In The Trunk And Take Care Of My Business Paul And Juicy Sent Me, So You Know It's Big Business C.B. Nigga, Ain't Leavin' No Witness
Yeah, Make Me A Believer Nigga Make Some Shit This Bumpin You Fuckin' Wannabes, Lord Roll
I Am The Predator You Are The Prey You Play The Target, Lord Play The Gage You Play Bitches And I Mack Hoes You Run From Niggaz, I Find The Snub Nose I Come From 3 6 Picture Platinum Clique And You Can't Sell Three Copies Of Your Shit You Smoke Garbage Weed, And Cheap Packs A Blow You Own A Vehicle, Pick Up The Scarecrow
Frayser Boy, Cockin' Toy, Ya'll Don't Wanna Fuck With Me Infared Got Ya Scared In Protective Custody The Unbreakables, The Most Hateable, The Unescapeables Time To Bust A Nigga Head, We Aren't Hesitateable Ya Chest Pumped Out, Mouth Talkin' That Shit I'm From The Bay, I'ma Show You How A Nigga Beat A Bitch Time To Damage Shit, No Understandin' This, You Know You Scandalous HCP Blowin' Your Lights Out Like A Candle, Bitch
Well I'm About To Rich Rip A Hole In The Industry, Holdin' My Energy Wasn't About To Let It, But You Had To Come Testin' Me Givin You One Warning Change Your Name Before I Get Your Crunk Lyrically Copyrighted All My Shit, And Plus I'll Fuck You Up You Don,t Want To Have To Cross The Path A Killers When You On The Streets HCP Got WYT To The E And That's Just How It Be Quit Ya Muthafuckin' Hatin' Playin' All Your Petty Games If You Wanted To Ride My Nuts That Bad You Should've Asked Me Man
Danger, You Muthafuckas Wanted A War Bitch, Then I'ma Bring It On Catch You In These Fuckin' Streets, Boy And I'ma Point The Chrome Put You In The Fuckin' Car, Hoe, And We Gon' Take You Home To Hell With All That Cryin' Now, Nigga We Gonna Get It On Beat You With That Yawk, Dead Center Across Your Damn Dome The Way You Ran Your Mouth, You Should've Known To Have The Fuckin' Tone Beggin' From Beginning, Man Winnin' 'cause Our Camp Is Strong The Same Way Your Skull Started Dentin 'cause We Beat It Long You Niggaz
Swear You Have The Right Plan But You Had The Wrong Mans Tryin To Build A Clique Like The Hypnotize Camp I'm Knowin' It Wouldn't Work So I Just Sit Back And Watch How The Trains Just Runs Off The Track 'Cause It Be To Many Loses, To Many Bosses Too Many Niggaz That's Wantin' They Own Office You Niggaz Gotta Realize Who Got The City Owned Three Six Fuckin' Mafia Not These Damn Hoes
Y'all Can't Fuck With This Y'all Can't Fuck With This Y'all Can't Fuck With This ... :^:

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Dancin On A Pole-Three 6 Mafia Lyrics

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Chorus X2: You Like That?(I Like That) You Want That?(I Want That). Apple Bottom Booty, Nice Rack With A Fat Cat. Dance Like You Dancin' On A Pole(How You Like That?) Now Dance Like You Dancin' On A Pole(How You Like That?)
Refrain #1: Come On, Hang Out With The Juice-man, 'cause Im Yo Nigga. I Can Even Last Longa, And My Pants Is Biggaa. Ain't No Choosy Type Dude, I'll Take A Dark Skinna, or That Girl On BET, That Be Hostin' With Tigaa. It Don't Matta To A Playa, 'cause I'm Icy To The Toe, and When I Walk Outside, I Can Jump Up In The Rolls. I See Ya Dancin' In The Club, Like You Strippin' Off Your Clothes. You Need To Hit Me On My Chur, 'cause You Allready Chose.
Now Can A Man Get Choooose In These Kinda Cloooothes? I Run Uo In The Back, Hoes Dancin' On A Pole The Bar's On Me But Just For My Dogs 'cause A Lot Of These Niggas Be Savin' They Brawds Look At Every Nigga Tryna Tip The Bitch and When She Ain't Payin' Shit you Wanna Whoop The Bitch So Please Listen To My Words it's 100% Thug Yo Pimpin You Can't Take It stay Out The Strip Club
Chorus2x
I Need A Hoe... 2 Get Down And Wont Break Baaack and Bring Back Dat Of Dat Caaat See I Aint Go Be Actin Maaad Cause She Have To Twurk Dat Aazz you Can Bring It Dead In Yo Baaack You See I Got A Dank Did Daaat See Money Dont Grow Too Faaast Dont Think Slow Baby Just Think Faaast
If I Ws A Dog Wit It Mane She Poppin Long Wit It Chrome Coleoin Tryin To See Can We All Hit It Hell Yea I Like Dat Standin Wit Ya Nice Rack Apple Bottom Booty Wit The Thong Showin Out Of Dat Shorty Shes A Bad Chick Nothin Like An Average On The Real Dog Mane I Think I Gotta Have It Yea
Chorus4x
New Three 6 Mafia Most Known Unknown Its Goin Down
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Da Summer-Three 6 Mafia Lyrics

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DJ Paul Talking] Yeah, Yall Know What Time It Is Three 6 Mafia In This Thang And We Heated It We Bout To Let Yall Know What The Business Is In The M-town Like, Like
[DJ Paul] See In Memphis Them Thugs Be Kind Of Like Layed Back In Some Clean Ass Rides Bustin A Sac Or Hittin A Pack My Converty Been Dirty In The Grass But I Gotta Get It Cleaned Up I'm Fresh For Ya Pop A Drank And I Gotta Get Beamed Up I'm Calling My Team Up Mess Witcha Pull List In Marietta I'm Looking At About Eleven Meet Me At For I Gun And Get 'em Them G's And Them Fiends So Deep them Fools Always Gotta Start Some Shit And Now The Coppers Done Ran A Player Clean Off The Strip
Up In The Summer [Koopsta Knicca] Book Of Red Dark As We Busted Through The Misty Fog Me, Scarecrow, Juicy, Boo, Crunchy, Just Sign My Role List Paul None But That 9 Up On My Side That Side You Tried To Fight Got Bitches On My Side Get These Bitches Out Now Who Got That Fire Please Pass Me That Light My Nigga when Ya Doing That Gin Just Want That Really, Really Want That Henney Just want To Fucking Flare And Men My Lung Just Busted Open From Disc Under That'll Land Up In A Trauma Koopsta Coming From Da Summer
[Hook - 4X] Getting My Groove We Got To Ride Ridin' Through The Hood With My Homies Getting Stoked Out In Da Summer
[Gangsta Boo] When Gangsta Boo Ride Ride With Me Baby I'm Getting Caught Ya Come Across A Chick Lil' Somethin Who Sets It Off Its Da Summer Boy Lets Get Together And Hit The Pool Skinny-dipping Yeah That's What I'm Saying It's All Good Ex-ed Out A Little Baby They Call Me The Lady Boo It's No Prob' To Me You Hypnotized A Little Always Da Summer Who Got Me Loose Come And Play With Me Lets Go Shine Together Dude Come And Ride With Me In Da Summer [Scarecrow]
See In Da Summer Can I Cut 'em Off Gotta Keep A Easy Eye Out For The Law Scarecrow Chop A Limb Down, Burn A Log Wanna Spread Nothing None Till It Kinda Slung Keep A Big Bank And Buzz When The Summer Fall Then I Roll Up A Crumb Till It Gotcha Gone Here Come Another Bum Wanna Winning Won Crunchy, Boo, Let Me Hit It Triple Honey Hun For The Birds That Don't Know That's Yellow Pre-coasted Quick On The Medal And I Will Leap I Will Mail It It Makes Me Slow Down The Pedal Don't Watch That Dope I Can't Sell It You And The Jealousy Mellow Because You Can't Fuck With Rebels Lord Infamous Hot As A Kettle In Da Summer
[Chorus 4X]
[Juicy J] Pastor E. And J, Grandma Gay, Lets Take A Ride And Shoot North Side Where They Break The Rules To My High School I'm Scoping Out Some Freaks In The Streets What's Up With Them Dingy Shoes, And Maybe I'ma Holler Trick With A Sexy Switch Rolling Through The Green Pearl Clean What's Up Black And Kim Chiefin On The Swishers Slangin Way Down To The Ground While I'm Dozing Off On You 'cause Haters Squalling Call 'em Kirks DM Riding On 20 Chromes Under The Seat He Keep Them Tones
In Da Summer We Be Coming [Crunchy Black] We Be Dropping Just Like Women We Be Hurting 'em Hypnotize We Be Taking People Under When I Popped Up On The Scene Do You People Remember Me? We Were Fuller Of That Green We Were High Up On That Dream Yeah, Crunchy Still The Same No, That Game Didn't Make Me Change All We Got A Little Change Used To D Now You People Be Acting Strange I'm Used To Game All Them People Be Calling Your Name Wont You Catch Up With Them Lames ''cause You Trying To Steal My Fame In Da Summer [Chorus 4X]
[Lord Infamous Talking]
keep It Rollin', Keep It Rollin' Yeah, Yeah, Keep It Rollin', Keep It Rollin', Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Another Hot One Three 6 Mafia Heatin' It Up Earthquakin' It, Bakin' It, Another Summer Hit Low Down Dirty Mafia, (mafia), Mafia, (mafia), Mafia, (mafia
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Da Summa-Three 6 Mafia Lyrics

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[Lord Infamous] Intro Uh- Uhh, The Three 6 Mafia. Loungin' In The Studio. Finna' Give Y'all A Little Demonstration of How We Kick It Here In The M-town Finna' Drop Ya Somethin' Like This......
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[Intro] (Tastes Good, Tastes Good, Tastes Good) Man: So What's Up With You Right Now? Girl: What You Mean What's Up With Me? What's Up With You? Man: I'm Trying To Find Out What You Want To Do Girl: I Think I Need To Go Home Chill Out, Relax Man: I Think You Need To Go With Me And Lay Down And Relax With Me Girl: Naw It's Too Early For That Man: Too Early? I Been Thinking About It For A Long Time Girl: But I Just Met You I Don't Do That...on The First Date Man: Been With A Man You Should Have Been Doing It Girl, What's Wrong With you? Girl: What's Wrong With You? You Ain't Getting None
[DJ Paul] The Shit Started Off Real Well Real Swell The Bitch Was Talking Lovely She Got Me Scooping Her From The Crib Say Around 8:30 It'll Be My First Time Hitting This Bitch I Gotta Work I Call Me Nigga Big L For About Two Ounces To Serve I Jumped In Some Kinda Fresh Smelling Like Is It Me? I'm Thinking I Know I'm Anxious This Bitch Is Beeping Me This One Right Here Is Too Wheezy I'm Damn Near Scared Of That But I'ma Let You Boys Know When I Take Care Of That I'm Pulling Up To The Crib Lights Out I Hit Her Nextel Celli Tell Her To Come On Out Stepping Out Of The Crib Sexy Looking Bad As Hell I'm Knowing Goddamn Well I'm Bout To Get In That Tail So We Pulled Out First Stop J&S Liquor Store Don't You Play No Games Young Boy You Know That's Where I Gotta Go She Talking About Going Back To My Crib But That Ain't Trying To Happen I Changed The Subject Poured Another Cup And I Kept On Yapping Jumped On The Title Of Six Hoping The Hoe Peeps Game Hickeys All Over Her Neck So I Know She Got A Man I'm Coming Out Can We Fuck? I'm On My Period Bitch The Lies So I Dropped The Trick Off At The First Stop Sign And I'ma Holla Hoe
[Chorus] My Conversates I'm Trying To Fuck On The First Date Weaving All On That Oil But Still You Hesitate I'm Wasting Time With This Funk Ass Bitch Riding Round With This Drunk Ass Bitch Hoe Let It Bump
[Juicy J] Chicken Chicken Don't Be Tripping When I'm Bout To Spit This Pimping Stacking Cheese And Counting Up Easy Cause You Know I'm Into Winning Heard Your Niggas Like A Pigeon Punk Ass Faggotts Always Switching See That Lexus That He Ride In I Got That Strapped On My Wrist'n Come On Hoe And Stop The Fronting Keep My Dick From Jumping Jumping Take A Shot Of Fifths And Liquor But I Can't Be Buying Nothing Where I'm From I Can't Be Saying Cause I'm Just To Cheap For Paying Can't Be Hanging Drinking Drinking With This Guru What A Behavior (moan) Bout To Ball The Troops To College Watching Haters Ow They Be Falling Looking For The Freaky Freakys That Be Chewing The Dick And Swallowing We Can Take A Short'n Riding Through The Cut To Reach Your Housing We Can Ride Down To The River While You Work On Using Your Mouth'n Everybody Know You Going Bet You Probably Saying Oh No'n Then I'm Gonna Teach You Lessons Stranglin All To Death And Rowing And Your Sister Know She With It Cause She Let Me Nigga Hit It Then She Get The Licking Licking Then She Have To Pay To Quit It
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[Lord Infamous] Bitch I Don't Wanna Just Hold Hands And Listen To Slow Jams I'm Not With That Romance Or Candle Light Slow Dance Hoe Why Don't You Take A Chance? Ain't Like You Ain't Fucked Before Come Out Those Tight Ass Pants Stop Thinking That I Won't Call No More Don't Listen To The Rumors That Lord Will School Ya And Slide You Wanna Wine And Dine But Don't Wanna Bump And Grind There's Plenty Hoes That Wanna Bone So Next Time We Don't Get It On The Next Time You Phone You Gets A Dial Tone Bitch
[Koopsta Knicca] There's Many Bitches That's Fine As Fuck Tell Me How Many Dicks That They Done Sucked? (say What?) Them Pretty Bitches That Like To Suck No Telling, Tell Me How Many Niggas They Done Fucked? (say What?) One To The Honey Bitch Over In The Corner Two To The Bitch On The Porch Take 'em To The Bathroom Dick Them In The Fucking Moon Make 'em 'til Their Toes Rub On This Side Fuck What The Fuck You Want Though? Could It Be My Back Room Door Wide Open Naw You Know That'd Make Me Mad The Cheese In My Pocket Please For The Head On The Dash Koopsta Knicca Sleeping On The Bitch On The Weekend Weekend
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DJ Paul: Hoe Get Up Out My Shit! Ugly Bitch I Aint Wanna Fuck Your Little Stanking Ass Anyway Bitch Only Reason I Man Motherfucking Man Took Your Motherfucking Ass And Babysitted You All Night Bitch 'Cause My Nigga Was Trying To Fuck You Motherfucking Dike Ass Greedy Little Ugly Drunk Stanking Breath Ass Bitch Cigarette Smoking Ass Hoe Get The Fuck Up Out My Car Bitch! (Tastes Good, Tastes Good, Tastes Good...)

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(Choris) I Got A Misstress Bytch Wit Big Tits, And The Hoes On The Corner Makin Me Rich , All The Hatas In The Town Tryin To Down Me But This Pimpin Goes On So Nigga CROWN ME
Juice Man You Can Call Me Juicy Jigalo You Can Call Me Dr. Hoe Long As You Got My Dough When I Hit The Corna Sroll, Everybody Say They Pimpin Clamin They Got Two Three Woman Matchin On A Big Ass Hill Wit A Pool And Take A Swim An Stupid Bytch You Know This Game Cant You Tell His Pimpen Lame, Why He Neva Took You There Why, He Keep On Sellin You Drano? Find You All Across The State Wheres The Cash Though Wheres The Cake Man You Jus A Groopy Hoe, All Ya Men You Say You Brake But I Can't Tell, Say What I Cant Fell I Gots Ta Get All My Fuckin Mail, So Set This Boy Up Take Him To A Room Tell Him You Gots Pussy Commin Through From The Blue Lagoon, Then We Gonna Kick In The Door Wit The 4-4's Make His Eyes Buck Make Him Screem OH NO Put The Hoe Back On The Corner Take Some Nodose Make Em Stay Up All Night And Bring Back My Cheese So We Can Fight Bytch
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Fiend
Whatcha No About 70 Wenches Bunnys Gettin Money Asken Fied Daddy Is This Watcha Want From Me Got Moves Wit Twos Pay Em Befor Ya Slay Em Cause I Worked So HAARD Jus Ta Tame Em Scout That Mouth Abserb Them Curves And Lick Them Tits Watch Her Switch You Think She Was Made From A Bad Bytch Kit All Jones Befor She Met Me She Was Crawlin Homeless Now Aint Two Much That Baby Girl Consider Wrongless Divle Dable Like To Be Satled And Call Mommy And Could Give You A Look Like Playa Called Climen She Fresh All Good Up Out The Hood And She Do It That Wood Jus Like She Should And She Could The Thugs On Rims And Fucked My Frinds Aint Nuttin Knew To Her I Wont Touch Your Slim American Cheese And Chetter She Is Better Wit That Sexual Pleasure In All Leather At Ya Door Like Forever And She Got It
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I Tell You What Imma Keep Pimpin These Hoes Across The Nation Why You Lazy Niggaz Sittin Back Waiten On Reperation Im At Tha Crib I Got 2 G's On Tha Way My Whole Crew, You At Ya Mommas House Waiten On Cartoon Part 2's But Youz A Dang Fool Nigga, Though Why You Got Pussy On Your Bowl Im Out Here Sellin These Hoe's I Got Some Girls On The Platnium Plus You Better Belive I Gots Some Girls At Cristys, I Keep Some Shyt Up My Sleve I Breath The Congac Breath My Brotha The Late Benzo Transfer The Pimpin Two Me As A Momento, I Pop A Mento And Staight Pimpen Ever So Clear, You Ask Me Where I Stay I Tell Ya When The Hoes Here I Slam The H2 To The Curb Wit Extra Seat In Back Its Prime Time So We Gon Stack On This Right Here Track Its Goin Down Like I Knew It Would We Gon Keep On Makin Money 'cause This Honney Is Good Ya Here Me.
(Choris) Till End

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Dig This, Right? A Nigga Caught A Few Bullshit Charges When He Was Young, Right? So Now These Motherfuckin? Folks Don't Wanna Give Me A Job, Ya Hear?
But Dig This, Now These Motherfuckin? Police Wanna Find Me A New Place To Stay 'cause I'm On The Corner, Posted, Sellin? Yay But They Gon' Have To Deal With It 'cause I Gotta Motherfuckin? Live With It, Ya Hear?
I'ma Work This Trap And Give A Damn About These Hoes 'cause I'm Damned If I Do, I'm Damned If I Don't If You Give Me A Yard I'ma Give A Eight Of Blow 'cause I'm Damned If I Do, I'm Damned If I Don't
Call Me The Corner Man, Corner, Corner Man Find Me On The Corner, Man, On The Corner, Man Call Me The Corner Man, Corner, Corner Man Find Me On The Corner, Man, On The Corner, Man
I'm A Memphis, Tennessee, First 48'er Give A Damn 'bout These Hoes Give A Damn 'bout These Haters If Ye Ain't Talkin? Money You Can See A Nigga Later You Can Catch Me In The South, On My Bank, Fuckin? Papered Up
Bitch, I Sell White But I Still Do White But At The End Of The Night I Still Give My Price And I Get My Money Like A Bee Get Honey I Got My Profit Even Though Some Of It I Done It
'cause A Nigga Can't Work No 9 To 5 I Got Charges But I Gotta Stay Alive And That's On E'rythang, You Know A Nigga Gotta Eat, Mayne And I'ma Do It Even If It's Due To Cocaine
I'ma Work This Trap And Give A Damn About These Hoes 'cause I'm Damned If I Do, I'm Damned If I Don't If You Give Me A Yard I'ma Give A Eight Of Blow 'cause I'm Damned If I Do, I'm Damned If I Don't
Call Me The Corner Man, Corner, Corner Man Find Me On The Corner, Man, On The Corner, Man Call Me The Corner Man, Corner, Corner Man Find Me On The Corner, Man, On The Corner, Man (I'ma Tell You Some Shit Right Here, Real Shit Nigga)
It's A Lot Of Fake-ass Niggaz That Be Scared To Bust They Hear Them Choppers Then They Back On Up And Shut The Fuck They Say They Shippin? Ki's, A Hundred Percent Of That Is Cut They Say They In The Game But Niggaz Takin? It Up The Butt
So Quit Lyin? And Kick It, Thinkin? You Impressin? Us I Bet You Workin? With The Feds And The Blue Crush He Smell The Powder Pack, Then He Wanna Get Loud And Cuss Nigga, Sit Yo' Snitchin? Ass Down 'fore You Gettin? It Up
Real Niggaz On The Corner, They Don't Have To Talk 'cause They Walk The Walk, While Yo' Bitch-ass Gettin? Caught I Watched The First 48 On TV, Memphis Raw They Informed The Police, Cryin? And Shit, Mayne Fuck Don't Work
I'ma Work This Trap And Give A Damn About These Hoes 'cause I'm Damned If I Do, I'm Damned If I Don't If You Give Me A Yard I'ma Give A Eight Of Blow 'cause I'm Damned If I Do, I'm Damned If I Don't
Call Me The Corner Man, Corner, Corner Man Find Me On The Corner, Man, On The Corner, Man Call Me The Corner Man, Corner, Corner Man Find Me On The Corner, Man, On The Corner, Man :^:

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Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang To Yo' Motherfuckin? Brain, Hoe
Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang To Yo' Motherfuckin? Brain, Hoe
Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang To Yo' Motherfuckin? Brain, Hoe
Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang To Yo' Motherfuckin? Brain, Hoe
I Told Them Haters Hate On, Three 6 Mafia Strong Stronger Than Ever, Ever Since They've Been Gone I've Been Better Ffuck Them Fakers And Them Tag Along Fakers Smilin? In My Face But Got My Enemy On Your MySpace
I Can't Understand How These Niggaz Live With Theyself Deal With Theyself, What They Need To Do Is Kill Theyself Blaow, Suicide Is A Good [Incomprehensible] At Your Funeral For Free I Play The Piano
Rest In Pieces, You Niggaz Shriek Like Breezes Got Mo' Crosses Than Churches, Heart Smaller Than A Fetus You Need Us, You're Nothin?, You're Zero, You're Zip, You're Nada I'm 22 On The Rolls, You Da Hubcaps On An Impala
Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang To Yo' Motherfuckin? Brain, Hoe
Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang To Yo' Motherfuckin? Brain, Hoe
Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang To Yo' Motherfuckin? Brain, Hoe
Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang To Yo' Motherfuckin? Brain, Hoe
I'ma Creep Up On This Fool, Put This Gun To His Head Tell Him Give Me All Your Jewelry, All Your Dope, All Your Bread All The Coke That You Brought In, The Weed That You Brought In And If I Can't Get Answers Say Hello To My Lil' Friend
You Fakin? Like You Ball And Brawl And Shot Call I'm That Fool That Break Jaws And All The State Laws Stupid Rappers Get Your Check, Buy Rims And What's Next? Need To Get A Place To Live, A Crib 'cause You Ain't Shit
With Your Mix-tapes, Niggaz Hate, Say They Real, But They Ain't Catch Them Somewhere Face To Face Then They Run From Place To Place Club Hoppin?, Mall Shoppin?, Getting? Hot, Sales Droppin? Now, You Wanna Sober Up And Tell These Niggaz You Got Fucked, Yeah
Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang To Yo' Motherfuckin? Brain, Hoe
Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang To Yo' Motherfuckin? Brain, Hoe
Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang To Yo' Motherfuckin? Brain, Hoe
Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang Click Bang, Bang To Yo' Motherfuckin? Brain, Hoe :^:

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Chulin Culin Chunfly-Three 6 Mafia Lyrics

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Attention All Ladies! Get On The Dance Floor! ''cause It's Going Down! It's A Party Tonight, Baby! (Residente Calle 13!) Voltio! Featuring! Three 6 Mafia!
Shake, Shake It Like A Rattlesnake... Move, Move It Like A Rattlesnake... Shake, Shake It Like A Rattlesnake... Move, Move It Like A Rattlesnake... Shake, Shake It Like A Rattlesnake... Move, Move It Like A Rattlesnake... Shake, Shake It Like A Rattlesnake... Move, Move It Like A Rattlesnake...
Con Tu Chulin Culin Cunflai... (Abro La Boca Y Mi Lengua Se Cae!) (Ojalai!) Ojalai... (Ojalai!) Ojalai... (Ojalai Que Tu Seas Mi Mai!)
Cuando Te Huelo Caigo En El Anzuelo Con Tu Perfume, Con Tu Colonia Tú Eres Una Diabla, Una Demonia Vamo'a Casarnos Pero Sin Ceremonia Vamo'a Casarnos A La Mala En La Cocina, En El Baño, En La Sala Conmigo No Seas "chic" Come Mierdera Conmigo Te Casas A Lo Parcelera Llego La Jinetera, La Que Te Roba La Cartera Con Sus Nalgas De Brasilera Con Mucha Salsa, Salsa Salsera (A Tomates No Huele!) (Huele A Bellaquera!)
Como Palma De Coco Pega'o A La Penca Gato Silvestre Detrás De La Renca Afueguillo, El Rastrillo De To'as Las Realengas Les Tengo Algo Aquí Pa' Que Se Entretengan Pon Las Manos En El Piso Y Las Nalgas Pa' Arriba Vámonos Underground, No Se Cohíba Te Gusta El Bandidaje, Si Tú Eres Una Diva (Bhaaa!) No Te Hagas La Chiva...
Shake, Shake It Like A Rattlesnake... Move, Move It Like A Rattlesnake... Shake, Shake It Like A Rattlesnake... Move, Move It Like A Rattlesnake... Shake, Shake It Like A Rattlesnake... Move, Move It Like A Rattlesnake... Shake, Shake It Like A Rattlesnake... Move, Move It Like A Rattlesnake...
Con Tu Chulin Culin Cunflai... (Abro La Boca Y Mi Lengua Se Cae!) (Ojalai!) Ojalai... (Ojalai!) Ojalai... (Ojalai Que Tu Seas Mi Mai!)
¿Que Paso, Shorty? What You Gonna Do? Deja Mojar El Palitroque En Salsa Ragú
Pa' Mojarte Los Deditos En Baby Food Hey, No Me Patees Que Esto No Es Kung-fu
It's The Mafia And Voltio In The Club Full Of Whoa's With Some Badass Hoe's It's A Polaroid Moment ''cause We Flashy In Here With So Many Diamonds It Don't Even Look Real
The Three 6 Mafia Stayin' High... Chasin' Latina Girls Till We Die... And We Love The Way They Shake It, Oh My... Please Let Me Get A Piece Of That Pie...
The 3-6 Mafia Stayin Hiuiiiiiigghhhh
Chasin Latina Girls Till We Die-e-e-ee
And We Love The Way They Shake It Oh My-y-y-y
Please Let Me Get Get A Piece Of That Pie-e-ee-e-
Se Te Ve La Raya, La Partidura La Que Divide La Blancura De Tu Nalgura Dura, Tu Eres Pura Sangre Sangre Pura, Por Ti Dejo El Celibato Y Me Quito De Cura... (¿Me Lo Juras?) Na', Ni Pa' Tanto... Bueno, Después De Que Me Des El Canto Yo Voy A To'as Contra Cualquier Santo Asalto Cuatro Bancos Y Me Tiro De Un Barranco
Yo A Veces Me Tranco Pero Aunque Me Quede Manco Le Guayo El Calanco En Su Pantaloncito Blanco En El Cual Se Le Brota La Pandorca Abusadora, Después Que La Cría La Ahorca La Tiene A Dieta Pero Como Quiera 'ta Gorda No Come Maíz Pero Le Encanta La Mazorca Si Se Prende En Fuego Hay Que Pegarle La Manguera Seguimos La Pichaera...
Shake, Shake It Like A Rattlesnake... Move, Move It Like A Rattlesnake... Shake, Shake It Like A Rattlesnake... Move, Move It Like A Rattlesnake... Shake, Shake It Like A Rattlesnake... Move, Move It Like A Rattlesnake... Shake, Shake It Like A Rattlesnake... Move, Move It Like A Rattlesnake...
Con Tu Chulin Culin Cunflai... (Abro La Boca Y Mi Lengua Se Cae!) (Ojalai!) Ojalai... (Ojalai!) Ojalai... (Ojalai Que Tu Seas Mi Mai!) :^:

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Triple 6 Mafia "Chargin These Hoes" Underground Vol.1 deciphered By Mista Flames
Chorus What's A Nigga Doin?,chargin These Hoes,
DJ Paul What The True Playas Doin,oh,they Makin These Hoes Pay The Mutha Fuckin cost, to The Real Mutha Fuckin Boss, pimpin Is How I Make My Livin,you Fools Need To Keep Payin Bitch, cause While Ya Gettin Po,Im Steady Gettin Rich, why They Payin These Hoes,I Cant Figure It Out,these Bitch Could Be chewin & screwin, the Whole Fuckin Backyard And Not Get A Dime For That, for What,hoe I Dont Need Ya,what Im Gonna Eat Ya,bitch Im Bout To Beat Ya, and What's Up Wit Them Hoes That Made The Song,chewin Ass Nigga, tramp Ass Bitches Forgot That I Had The Picture, from The Camcorder In The Closet,caught You Hoes Slippin, these Bitches Be Gettin Mad When They Hear They Name On Tape,they Start To trippin, that's How It Is Fuckin Wit A Backyard Nigga, my Nigga Lord Infamous Got Fingers On The Trigga, aimin For Yo Face Lettin Ya Hoes Know The Score yo Juicy What These Niggas Doin (They Chargin These Hoes Mane)
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Juicy J I Met A Lil Freak Bitch Who Always Wore Tight Shit, had 5 Kids And Her Pussy Had A Tight Grip, the First Of The Month Came,the First Of The Month Came, I Saw The Mailman Comin,now Its Time To Run Game, give Me Half The Check Bitch,niggas Like Me Never Quit, big Nose Red Bitch,let Yo Lips Meet My Dick, pay Up The Money,for The Runnin Of My Cum On Ya Tongue, Juicy "lowdown" J Will Never Get Sprung, never Was Ya Friend See,all Nigga Want Is Cheese, McDonalds,Crystals,Burker King,Wendys, whatever Kinda Check It Is,chargin Hoes Is My Biz, D Magic,Project Pat,I Know My Nigga Down For His, yeah Ya Hoes Know The Score,wanna Fuck Thru The Door, credit Cards,crazy Checks,all That Type Of Shit'll Go, to Ya Lil Dirty Hoes,keep My Name Out Ya Mouth, unless Ya Want A Job Bitch,that's What Im Talkin Bout
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Break Da Law 95-Three 6 Mafia Lyrics

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Chorus Break Da Law Break Da Law...
(DJ Paul) Nigga Recognize Them Triple 6 Shit It's So Fuckin' Thick We Gotta Lay It Down We Gotta Spray We Gotta Break Ya Bitch Comin' Up Stays On My Mind So We Gotta Drop A Busta A Playa Hatin' Nigga Or A Crooked Cop Run Up If Ya Wanna It Aint No Thang I Put My Gun Up Midnight To Sun Up Still Break You Manne In That M Tha M Town Niggas Get Buck Non Stop fuck Off And Learn The Real Meanin Of A Plastic Glock G Gotta Touch 'em Gotta Grab 'em 'cause I Think Hes Bailin L Lay 'em Down No Remorse Come With Me To Hell O Overnight We Be Rich When We Tell The Trick C Catch Ya Slippin' He's So Soft Do A Man Quick K Killas On My Payroll I Gotta Stay Straight 19 If Us Fear From Work There's No Need To Trade Tha Three 6 Mafia Real Niggas Know Slaw In Memphis Tennessee We Down To Break Da Law Bitch..
Chorus Break Da Law, Break Da Law... Comin Up From The Back Buckin' Niggas Down Comin Comin Up From The Back Buckin' Niggas Down Comin Up From The Back Buckin' Niggas Down Cause When You Duck We Hit You With The Bat
(DJ Paul) Pass Me Tha Glock So I Can Get Buck A Mean Frown Stay On My Face 'cause I Dont Give A Fuck Loced Out Afro And A Big Fila Coat 14 Carat Gold Smile And A Bone Around My Throat Glock 19 Is Tucked Nicely Down My Fruit Of The Looms For Them Niggas That Trick It In Im Stickin' Up Them Tracks They Boom Shakin' Like A Mothafucka When I Lock You Down Tight In Tha Chevy Trunk With Nothin' But Next To Dig For Yo Life Fool It Ain't No Game You Gotta Die The Devil Sent Me Six In Yo Chest Who's Next? No Niceness In Me Tha Killas Up In My Crew They Take No Shit Niggas You Better Run We Bout It Bitch No Nigga Dont Play [We Roll With Automatic Guns] Step Up With The Hoe Shit Nigga We Gotta Close Shop [Juice On The Bugler Do A 9 Leavin' You Hoes To Rott] Big Cam With A Punk Malekie With A Attitude Smith & Wesson In His Hand Blowed Tha Bitch Out His Shoes Break Da Law
Chorus
(Juicy "J") *repeat X4* Southside Northside Westside Eastside
Get Buck Mothafucka Get Buck...

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Yeah, We Back Up In This Mothafucka Prophet Motherfuckin' Posse Hoe Three 6 Mafia, M-Child A Whole Bunch Of Mothafuckas And Ready To Do This Shit You Wanna Fuck A Hoe Then Wait Until You're Back When The War's Gone Bitch
You Better Recognize You Motherfuckin' Suckas Thinkin' That I'm For The 9-7 Once Again, It's On Bout To Pull Yo' Motherfuckin' Ass In Bitch Woow, Woow, Woow, Woow, Woow, Woow, Woo
Now When They Comes To The Hood, I Be Like Black Haven Zone And When It Comes To Parts Of The Body, I Got More Than Auto Zone In The Middle Of Fashion I Got To Keep It Like Rockin' Them People Callin' It Green That Smoke How Much I Like It
Again It's Up To Him I Need To Let Some Shots Off It's DJ Paul With Teflon So Take That Bulletproof Off When They Jump, I Pump To Put Some Murderin' Punks And Then I Dump All His Bodyparts Into My Trunk
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 Nigga 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 Crisp, You Got No Heart You Niggas Front From The Start I Want To Fill My Fucking Backyard With Your Bodyparts
Wuss Up 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 Fuckin' Body Parts Through The Air 'cause We Come To Get It Crunk
Several Bodies In My Trunk Never Denyin' Always High, And Fuck You Playa Hatin' Punks Always Stayin' On The Top Look At The Billboard Charts Prophet Posse Takin' Over Nigga Now We Got You High
I Don't Know You Why The Fuck You All In My Grill I'm Stackin' Buck On You Niggas, Sayin' You So So Trill You Ain't No Killa My Lyrics Leave You Scared To Go To Sleep Sleepin' With The Lights On, Hoe You Cautious Of Me
Me And About 80 Mo' Motherfuckas Who Comin' 4 And 5 Vans Deep While Your Bitch Ass Runnin' We Be The Prophet, Devilish, And Meanin' Click So Tight M-Child, Orange Mound, Smokin' Out Every Night, Bitch
I Met This Dude Last Week Who Said He Slangin' Double Keys Also Had A Hook Up On Some Tall And Some Light 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'll Be Choppin' Up My Bag Of Herbs Plus A Pure Herb, AK's, All Kinds A Guns 'Till The Nigga Pulled His Car To The Side And Stopped The Run
Please Don't Test These Murderers Slugs I Will Pump In To 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 Whichever You Choose You Lose, You Lose
First Time On The Maximum, Don't Be A Trick To See Them Hats Talk Shit But They Don't Know The Deal Dope Sella BHZ's Where I Dwell-ah They Looked Into The Barrel Of My Jet Black Barretta
Ratta, Tatta, Is All You Heard To See You Niggas Comin' Up In The [unverified] But Watch The Game 'cause You Don't Got No Friends Droopy Drew Dog Self Made To The End
Check This Here Nigga Will, Rob And Steal, Mob And Kill And It Feel They Don't Feel What I Feel, Then I Fill Them Up With Bullet Lead, Two To The Head Then I Lay Them In Graves That I Dig Just For Them, Yes It Is
Slammin' Bones, Throwin' Licks, Puttin' Bitches In There Clicks Kaze In This Motherfuck Down With Prophet Click Clack, Boom, Doom, For You Hats 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 Fuckin' Damn Fool We Ridin', Drinkin', Dankin', Bodies Stankin', I Can Smell It Well And If Them Police Pull Us Over I'm The First To Bail
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 Ready, I'm Straight From Very Bone To The Motherfucka Fall Out On The Floor See Triple 6, It's On
Bitch Every Mud Up In A Source Bone I Don't Wanna Kill A Motherfucker, Betta Get A Motherfucker For Talkin' That Shit, Uh, I Don't Wanna Kill A Motherfucker Betta Get A Motherfucker For Crossin' My Click, Bitch
Boogety Boogety Bang Bang, Nigga Blew Your Brains On The Motherfuckin' Wood Grain Nigga Pullin' The Trigga Like Uh Die Nigga, Uh Die Nigga
Motherfucker I'm K Roc, I Dump The Bodyparts Into My Trunk See Me After Killa Klan, Seein' That K Roc Solo Burn Makin' Up In My Green, Prophet Posse My Nigga Gimme That Forty Glock And I'ma Jump, Pullin' The Trigger
I See Traitors Lookin' At Playa Hats Fakin' While We Blast Our Gat I Don't Know Where You're At Hey Boy, I Better Witness A [unverified] If A Nigga Don't Believe Me, Tricks Afraid In Front Of The Car To That Ditch, I Dumped All His Bodyparts Into My Trunk :^:

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Yeah, We Back Up In This Mothafucka Prophet Motherfuckin' Posse Hoe Three 6 Mafia, M-Child A Whole Bunch Of Mothafuckas And Ready To Do This Shit You Wanna Fuck A Hoe Then Wait Until You're Back When The War's Gone Bitch
You Better Recognize You Motherfuckin' Suckas Thinkin' That I'm For The 9-7 Once Again, It's On Bout To Pull Yo' Motherfuckin' Ass In Bitch Woow, Woow, Woow, Woow, Woow, Woow, Woo
Now When They Comes To The Hood, I Be Like Black Haven Zone And When It Comes To Parts Of The Body, I Got More Than Auto Zone In The Middle Of Fashion I Got To Keep It Like Rockin' Them People Callin' It Green That Smoke How Much I Like It
Again It's Up To Him I Need To Let Some Shots Off It's DJ Paul With Teflon So Take That Bulletproof Off When They Jump, I Pump To Put Some Murderin' Punks And Then I Dump All His Bodyparts Into My Trunk
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 Nigga 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 Crisp, You Got No Heart You Niggas Front From The Start I Want To Fill My Fucking Backyard With Your Bodyparts
Wuss Up 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 Fuckin' Body Parts Through The Air 'cause We Come To Get It Crunk
Several Bodies In My Trunk Never Denyin' Always High, And Fuck You Playa Hatin' Punks Always Stayin' On The Top Look At The Billboard Charts Prophet Posse Takin' Over Nigga Now We Got You High
I Don't Know You Why The Fuck You All In My Grill I'm Stackin' Buck On You Niggas, Sayin' You So So Trill You Ain't No Killa My Lyrics Leave You Scared To Go To Sleep Sleepin' With The Lights On, Hoe You Cautious Of Me
Me And About 80 Mo' Motherfuckas Who Comin' 4 And 5 Vans Deep While Your Bitch Ass Runnin' We Be The Prophet, Devilish, And Meanin' Click So Tight M-Child, Orange Mound, Smokin' Out Every Night, Bitch
I Met This Dude Last Week Who Said He Slangin' Double Keys Also Had A Hook Up On Some Tall And Some Light 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'll Be Choppin' Up My Bag Of Herbs Plus A Pure Herb, AK's, All Kinds A Guns 'Till The Nigga Pulled His Car To The Side And Stopped The Run
Please Don't Test These Murderers Slugs I Will Pump In To 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 Whichever You Choose You Lose, You Lose
First Time On The Maximum, Don't Be A Trick To See Them Hats Talk Shit But They Don't Know The Deal Dope Sella BHZ's Where I Dwell-ah They Looked Into The Barrel Of My Jet Black Barretta
Ratta, Tatta, Is All You Heard To See You Niggas Comin' Up In The [unverified] But Watch The Game 'cause You Don't Got No Friends Droopy Drew Dog Self Made To The End
Check This Here Nigga Will, Rob And Steal, Mob And Kill And It Feel They Don't Feel What I Feel, Then I Fill Them Up With Bullet Lead, Two To The Head Then I Lay Them In Graves That I Dig Just For Them, Yes It Is
Slammin' Bones, Throwin' Licks, Puttin' Bitches In There Clicks Kaze In This Motherfuck Down With Prophet Click Clack, Boom, Doom, For You Hats 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 Fuckin' Damn Fool We Ridin', Drinkin', Dankin', Bodies Stankin', I Can Smell It Well And If Them Police Pull Us Over I'm The First To Bail
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 Ready, I'm Straight From Very Bone To The Motherfucka Fall Out On The Floor See Triple 6, It's On
Bitch Every Mud Up In A Source Bone I Don't Wanna Kill A Motherfucker, Betta Get A Motherfucker For Talkin' That Shit, Uh, I Don't Wanna Kill A Motherfucker Betta Get A Motherfucker For Crossin' My Click, Bitch
Boogety Boogety Bang Bang, Nigga Blew Your Brains On The Motherfuckin' Wood Grain Nigga Pullin' The Trigga Like Uh Die Nigga, Uh Die Nigga
Motherfucker I'm K Roc, I Dump The Bodyparts Into My Trunk See Me After Killa Klan, Seein' That K Roc Solo Burn Makin' Up In My Green, Prophet Posse My Nigga Gimme That Forty Glock And I'ma Jump, Pullin' The Trigger
I See Traitors Lookin' At Playa Hats Fakin' While We Blast Our Gat I Don't Know Where You're At Hey Boy, I Better Witness A [unverified] If A Nigga Don't Believe Me, Tricks Afraid In Front Of The Car To That Ditch, I Dumped All His Bodyparts Into My Trunk :^:

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[K RoC ] Hoe, I Gotta My Prophet Posse Right Behind Me Throw A Chump and Run A Man Through Da Crowd He Gonna Give Me Sumthin Brap Rap My Niggas And Step Em When K- Rocin Dont Fuck With Dis, See See If U Wit Me if U Wit Me mon We Buck Em Down We Buck Em Down Only One Comin Out Of That Back Door slangin My Yae-o rollin On Them Po-poes dropin That Viper smokin That Indo makin That Bank Roll Stupid Ass Bithes dont You Know Killa Klan Kaze Playas Makin Them Profits Hoe
[MC Mac] chillin Down On The Lower Level waitin For My Time To Come with This Fool a Million Styles maybe I Just Might Make Bond release Me On My Own ???? Bak On The Streets with No Employment no Doubt without No Cheese Up In My Pocket tell Me How Can I Have Enjoyment throughout My Life say Mo Shit knowin MC Mac Dont Love No Bitch because If I Loved Them I Cant Trust Em breakin This Rocks Gonna Make Me Rich the Kaze my Klan my Click must Buck 'cause Theres No Testin Us pop Em And Drop Em lock Em And Top Em all Up In My Trunk
[M Child] dynamite I'm Tossin hatas Crossin its Da End Bitch u Runnin Into Bullet Proof hoe, We Still Da Triple 6 Prophet To Da P earsin Niggas That Wanna Skrive with Flows Of Horror I'm Droppin Like Steven Speilberg deep Into Da Mound aint Nuttin But Killas Up In Da Dark I'm Creepin With The Hatchet with Slicin Bodyparts In Da Park moon Full Of Blood could It Be Another Jeffrey Dahmer I'm Sneakin and Creepin and Blowin Up Shit Like Da Una Bomber BITCH
[Indo G] rollin Wit Da Devil On Da Level dig Yo Ditch Bitch hitch wit Da Hi-ka on Da Mi-ka I'll Make Youre Ass Wish hicorky dickory dock ass I Pull Out My Glock and I'm Ready To Pop on De Bitch sissy Muthafucka brinin Da Ruckus i'm Brining My Niggas Because We Dont Stop Dis Shit yea Do Triple 6 brang It Real real mutafuka Down To Pack A Steal still I Fuk A Fly I Pac A Real real On Da Mic like Evander Holyfeild
[Crunchy Black] theres No Cries In My Life theres No Game That I Would Play some People Say That If U Play A Game then Man You Get Em Played back On You I Thought U Knew you Shouldn't Have Neva Dissed This Click the 3 6 Mafia we Popin slugs that Got U Bitches Sick
[Koopsta Knicca] I've Neva Be Brothin Koopsta Stands Out From The Niggas who Thinkin They Hard I Flow Up To Star bust In Like You Da Boss Kaze Got My Back now Watch How Quickly I React Wit That boom Boom Boom nigga rat-tat-tat-tat Juicy,Paul,and Scarecrow are Rollin In That Bucket Low and They Causin Some Static so They Reached And Grabbed Them 44s fuckin Wit My Nigga Black hes Stackin plus His Pimpin got Real On Da Peal hoes Gonna Feel Me
[Lord Infamous] shut The Fuck Up Bitch its Infamous youre Ass Betta Not Scream dont Make Me Hafta Wipe urer Muthafuckin Brains Off My Sheets I'm Gonna Burn U watch U Burning like My Bad Dreams give You To Da Beast In The Pit Of Hades thunder Rolls stormy Black Clouds I Stole The 7th Seal then The Angel Cried thats Scarecrow i Love U I Wanna Bang With U Forever but U Too Evil Though we Gonna Give U To The Devil
[Gangsta Boo] whats Up Do U Wanna Come Against Me do U Wanna Get Ure Ass Earsed Off The M-a-p devils Daughter Comin Out nigga Betta Watch Out because You Got The Queen Of Sins nigga I'm Gonna Turn It Out comin To U Mean because Its In Me To Fuck U Up listen Here Dude its A Ride so Just Buckle Up smokin On A Fuckin Blunts till My Minds About To Blow motherfuck The Universe because We Brought U Da End, Hoe
[Juicy J] first I Want To Grab A Nigga By His Neck drag Em To My Fuckin Set take The Nigga Blow and His Cheese and Them Cigarettes put My Gun Up To His Nose tie Em Up Form Head To Toe take The Bitch To EverGreen throw Em In Da Bayou call My Niggas D And Blue Project Pat Yall Know What To Do creep Through The Streets with Them Thangs blast On Any Fool Triple 6 Killas in This Motherfucker Runnin Shit if U Wanna Playa Hate The Click then You Done With
[Gangsta Blac] gotta Keep My Head Up no Need For Me To Stop It get Stuck so Ruck Wit Luck as To Rollin because Gansta Blac Cant Get Fucked look Fool We Creepin On Ken from Martin Luther And We Wit Me aint Nuttin But Prophet And Thugs and S-P-Vs All Up In Me rimie Sippin while Trippin while Rippin Coners Wit Juice women Rippin while Dippin and Aint No Stoppin This Dude so If Yo Bank Aint On Swoll aint No Stoppin The Prophet thats Who Was Straight For The Eight and Look Who In It And Out It nigga
[DJ Paul] look In Da Eyes Of A Mad Man shoot Em In The Head Man level On Dat Coco Playa Stata Calla da Balla Killa Man fill The Man With Slugs when I'm Full Of Drugs trust I'm On Ya Fool drug And A Fuck Em Up cant Stand in The First Round Fool down And What U Learned To Do but You Aint Got The Right Tools clowin On Ure New C.D. now Hoe Tell Me What That Proved I Aint Seen Shit New check Ya Bunch Of Bodies Out Of Film hoe the Prophet Posse Let Ya Live we'll Kill Ya Next Year
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kill Em and Robb Em and Beat Em and Dump All They Bodyparts Into My Trunk WHOOP WHOOP
all The Niggas That Was In Da Shit just Diss Niggas And Give Shouts Out To They Hoods :^:

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