Three 6 Mafia

44 Killers – Three 6 Mafia

DJ Paul and Juicy J-
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fuckin shit)
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Coward ass bitches)
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fucking shit)
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Fighting niggas over a bitch)
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Fuck you motherfuckin hoes)
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off

Juicy J-
To you haters I’m the predator
Set em up, wet em up
When I’m in the hood, I’m like a drug-dealer regular
Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don’tcha step ta tha
Triple six, guns click, bitch we the murderers

Crunchy Black-
Triple six is the clique, why y’all niggas keep hatin me
Y’all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch
Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I ain’t gon’ let that nigga go, I’ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four

Lord Infamous-
I’ma sic’ em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter
Bitch ass nigga, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed
Soze, Two-L O Y D, sippin ounces of that liter
Ask me if I worship Satan, I’ma send yo ass ta see em

DJ Paul-
Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth
And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South?
I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan
Left half of you haters alone
and watched you die all on your own and feel for ya

DJ Paul and Juicy J-
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha bitches wanna do?)
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Cuz nigga we ain’t playin wit ya)
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha hoes wanna do?)
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off
(We got them tones ready ta blast)
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off
(What’s up nigga?)
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Scared ass cowards)
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Ain’t no cowards in this motherfucker)
I’m bout to blow them boys ass off
(Ain’t no cowards)

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3 6 In The Morning – Three 6 Mafia

(Scarecrow)
6 in tha mornin’ police kick in my door
Slipped on my lugz
Cuz these thugs out the back yo
Jumped the back gate
Cranked the Chevy
Then I race
Popped in the tape
A motherfuckin’ Three 6 Mafia tape
I’m crunked off the bump
Pumpin’ through my backseat
Speedin’ hit the weed
Though the end of the streets of Memphis Tennesee
Got my stacks and some bags sittin’ in the stash spot
Tatooes on my legs and a hot 40 glock
They got the hard on for the Infamous nigga
Call me Scarecrow
Used slangin’ man, but I don’t do that no more
I’m feelin’ like I’m the most wanted
Every cop is an opponent
In the dash
On my ass, on the cherry buck flash
And I’m real
Man I got to get the fuck out of here

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

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


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N 2 Deep – Three 6 Mafia

Chorus x2
I’m in it to deep to get out now
They always told me death was the only way out
I’m sittin’ up all night
I can’t ever rest my head
How will my family take it if I ended up dead

(Lord Infamous)
There was a man who approached me every night
When I was reasting fast asleep
He tried to get into my mind
And he promised me power beyond my wildest dreams
He said he could take me away from the suffering, begging, and life of
a teen
So I had to agree
Theres one catch you must worship throughout the centuries
But I really didn’t know he’d be better off
I’m tired of the pain and the crew my brother
He game me things
He promised me
But I got no need I will suffer forever
I’m tired of wrong brotherless powers are much to strong
Oh so bad I want to move on
But if I do my soul is gone
Liars (??) hatas, all murderas, adulterers, and thieves
What you don’t know
Is that you’re walkin’ in the same shoes with me

(Koopsta Knicca)
(??) for seekin’ is all I see
He sit close to me
He said Victoria Secrets
Fills up the air
Perfume smells so fucked up
Auick right here with a stare
Buck doggystyle then the chair
Turned her on her stomach as she
Moanin’ from the motion
If you ready for this to get (??)
Koop finna to come a little bit closer
Rolled her on her chest before the sound went pop
Then I reached for my heart
Oh my god Koopsta just been robbed
I hope you feel me
I’m playin’ naked
Lookin’ at the ceilin’
And bloddy me just hear more (?) from the Koopstas

Chorus x1

(Gangsta Boo)
I’m in it to deep
To escapre this kind of drama
Got crossers, playa hatas, and fakers, that equals problems
Today in this day and time
you can’t read nobody’s mind
These smiles turn to frowns
When they see a playa on the rise
On top of the world
Just a lookin’ down and laughin’ at’cha
I’ll never be popular
Like that 2pac “I ain’t mad at’cha”
So baby beware
This game of life is like do or die
It’s hell on this Earth
The only thing that’s missin’ is the fire
Come on baby tell me is it something that your eyes can’t see
Or are you just blind
To the fact that you in it too deep

(Juicy J)
Yeah, I know what’cha mean
I had to stand on my ground
To get on the scene
Just me and brother down in the stuggle
Gettin’ out seve on to the friends
And after dark
Deep in the park
Them doped up fiends will start
To light the pipe all through the night
I used to wonder what God
Please help the poor come off of their feet
Cuz there was nothin’ to eat
Didn’t want to jack or rob
A brother had to maintain the streets
Off in the projects
Wasn’t lathargic
Cause I was tryin’ to get out
Who can you tust
I had to be tough
I never ran my mouth
My and my crew would constantly hit the brew
A natural high
how can you make it in this world
But to try of die

(DJ Paul)
1991 was the year 901
Was the area code
3-8 double 1-6 was the zip
Code of all the rows of road
Now let my story be told
A yong buck droppin’ on in a school house
But not to learn off in the tenth grade
Tryin’t o come up at last
Like a total outcast
Off all them songs I done made
Bumpin’ my underground tapes
Up and down the hall
The DJ Paul wasn’t no damn thang
But then my dogs
Tony and Shista asked me to join a gang
Theat ain’t me man
but hangin’ around them fools
I had to get down and join a click, see
Cause I made so many enemies
From the clicks off in my city
Now if I told you what gang it was
Then to you I will seem more than down
But if I told you what gang I’m in
I can only do a show off in my own town
But it’s all goody good
Much love to the thu

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M.E.M.P.H.I.S. – Three 6 Mafia

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

Project Pat-
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I’ll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, ’til your skull crack
Blood gushin’, head rushin’, act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin’

Lord Infamous-
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don’t fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz
Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

Juicy J-
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell ’em they gon’ get
A fiend wiolatin’ the business, I ain’t wit’
And now in 2000 you talkin’ the same shit
And now in 2000 I’ll bust and I won’t miss
They smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors

MC Mack-
First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK’s, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I don’t talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin’ ’em know, WHOA!
Picture me, naked face, to kickin’ in your door
4, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos
So, when we creep, drop cause I’ma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind, blow

Crunchy Black-
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I’m bustin’ your head black
You believe I’m comin’ strong, you believe I’m all grown
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
You half steppin’
I got the weapon
Boom! Boom! I’m blastin’ at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga

La Chat-
No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain’t got no time fo no shit
Got all my boys, don’t make no noise,
just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain’t no way La Chat gon’ let it slide, with the shit that you done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without causes, ain’t got no love in my heart
It ain’t no way that I can’t handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This ain’t no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain’t gone easy

Koopsta Knicca-
Man a bitch’ll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can’t stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin’ that shit about this
man you’ll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin’ chewin’, I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon’ start
See now that’s that type of shit that get my muh’fuckin’ dick hard

T-Rock-
Capital Mack-11’s, and load ’em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect’s, we pull and lock’em in the Expedition
No set a niggaz got guns equivalent

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M.E.M.P.H.I.S. (Remix) – Three 6 Mafia

[DJ Paul]
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin’ Posse song
Niggaz that’s down to cut some muthafuckin’ heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin’ easy money, pimpin’ hoes is serious bitch
Makin’ easy money, pimpin’ hoes is serious nigga

[Project Pat]
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I’ll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, ’til your skull crack
Blood gushin’, head rushin’, act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin’

[Lord Infamous]
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don’t fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz
Hypno-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 fool violatin’ 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, fool

Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya

[Cruchy Black]
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I’m bustin’ your head black
You believe I’m comin’ strong, you believe I’m all grown
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
You half steppin’I got the weapon
Boom! Boom!
I’m blastin’ at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga

[La Chat]
No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain’t got no time fo no shit
Got all my boys, don’t make no noise,just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain’t no way La Chat gon’ let it slide, with the shit that you done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without causes, ain’t got no love in my heart
It ain’t no way that I can’t handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This ain’t no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain’t gone easy

[Koopsta Knicca:]
Man a bitch’ll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can’t stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin’ that shit about this man you’ll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin’ chewin’, I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon’ start
See now that’s that type of shit that get my muh’fuckin’ dick hard

[T-Rock]
Capital Mack-11’s, and load ’em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect’s, we pull and lock’em in the Expedition
No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin’ automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus I’ll b

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I Ain’t Cha Friend – Three 6 Mafia

Laughter
Yeah ya’ll thought that underground shit
Wouldn’t gon’ work in ya
Yeah
For the ouijas of sin is death
For the gift of god is eternal life
Through Jesus Christ our lord
Roman 6 23 nigga
Read it and weep biatch

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

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

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

Chorus x4
I have to tell these niggas time and time again
Bitch I ain’t your fuckin’ friend
I’ll do your ass in

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

(Scarecrow)
Some of the superior astronomical bends
From that of my mystical dreams
Of the many scenes
Mighty, manipulative, mercilous, multiple murderers
Sit back in dangerous
Hittin’ and strippin’
And critical injury
Misery, seriously witness to the tremory
Trajedy, agany, infamy, agany brutal mentality
Assassatain
My voodoo tribe
If you don’t want to be fried
Put on a feary disguise
Lord Infamous takn’ no prisoners
Forget the begging, pleading, and the cries
Your reservation revalation
A satanic nation
Has be prophesized
I can look in your eyes and tell

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I Ain’t Goin – Three 6 Mafia

(Lord Infamous)
Sound the alarm
Infamous comes
From the slums
Lookin’ them done
Within’ they pump
Cough the thoughts
Bitches are numb
Niggas they run
All of my guns
Droppin’ a fuss
Filish the wound
Bitches are doom
At high noon
Billy the Kid
Splatter his wig
Without a clue
Niggas get blue
Off they shoes
What’s up dead fool
I got my tools
Don’t get the rules
It’s up to you
What will you do
Here comes the rat
Here comes the tat
Hit ’em with bats
Chop off they ass
Blow up the gats
Don’t hit a mack
Infamous packed
Down for a jack
Ready to buck
Wantin’ to fuck
Testin’ my nuts
You will get stuck
Down in the rut
Fillin’ the slugs
Empty your gut
All on the rug
(?) dug
All on my mug
They will pay
When I’m comin’ with the shanks
And my dank
And the chains

(Koopsta Knicca)
Fallin’ up and down the street
Lookin’ for some shit to creep
Niggas knowin’ my bogus tags
And they pull up they gangsta setts
They knowin’ bout my roll
Part of robbin’ niggas who thinkin’ they hard
And dumpin’ trick in a ditch
That’s my hobby cause I ain’t ready
In the bushes where I hang
But you want to be a wild thang
And throw yo ass up in my face
Now I got your little monkey ass
No I’m not a scapula
So try to break it off with the rest of your dough
(?) the rest of yo bag
(???)
Which will die or bleed elite
Watch yo body hit the street
(?) they say where you lay
No one knows your damn face
But I do and that’s a fact
Come play the game of pitty pat
I thought you on the railroad track
Slice yo head and leave you dead

Chorus
I’m takin’ care of my mothafuckin’ business
I ain’t goin’ bitch
Savin’ none of ya hoes and I never be…

(Juicy “J”)
Ain’t no fuckin’ negotiatin’
When the nines cocked
Don’t get yourself in a situation
Straight to a pinebox
I think it’s time for meditation
To all this crime stop
Three 6 known for demonstratin’
For makin’ bodies drop
Sometimes it’s like I’m in a movie
Like the movie Scream
These niggas don’t say nothing to me
Cause I be lookin’ mean
And if you stick a knife right through me
Cut through my bloodstream
You hoes ass niggas better kill me
Cuase fool this ain’t no dream
I’m comin’ for you like I’m crazy
Straight out the institution
Like a mafia member pay me
They know there nothin’ to it
To leave my house lazy
And throw her in a sewer
The 97 you can’t fade me
When I got something to do with it

(DJ Paul)
Now we got some killas in the house
When you claim you couldn’t tell
Do I need to leave it here?
(buck, buck, buck)
To leave your ass convinced
Or do we need to put some kick dose on you fucky hoes
Mack 10’s and 12’s rebel
WE got this under control
And when we call this type of deal
It’s a splash party
When them brains paint the wall
It’s Dj Paully all off of ya’ll
Watch me blas
Watch me grasp for this stash
Rip off this mask
I done got hotter hope it’s all cash
And the n we hopin’ in this essense
But throw them gats
The mask and sacks of cash in Juicy’s Lexus
And now we goin’ out own separate ways
We got six hundred and sixty-six ways to get paid

Chorus

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Three 6 Mafia – Da Summa

[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 somethin’ like this……

[DJ Paul]
See in Memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back
In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, I’m blowin’ the pack
Hittin’ the park about three, sometimes a little later
The last day of the week and they couldn’t any greater
They leavin’ the park and hittin’ the South Park strip. RIDE
The South Gatin’ skatin’ ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin’ our underground rap tapes
Paul and Juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldn’t wait
We back at the crib sweatin’ into the room
W-30’s as (?) in every scenes we use
Straight from the 4 track, two and simple cassette
That’s through a pimpsta’s mode.
Now it’s time to hit the stereos stores and collect
We at the club Friday’s and Saturday’s special request made
Me and Juice Man hit the tables, scooped the Scarecrow off the stage
Bangin’ so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight
They usually made us close up early that night, In Da Summa. In Da Summa

(Chorus)
Pimpin’ my grooves, We got to ride
Ridin’ through the door with my homies gettin’ smoked out. In Da Summa.(4x)

[Koopsta Knicca]
Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog
Me, Scarecrow, Crunchy, Skinny G, and all my bothaz call
Fly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin’ blunts
Black Glocks that’s in the ride fiendin’ for a homicide
Some Tanqueray grab my yey mess with little (?)
That’s how we always did it since I was a troubled kid
But we don’t stop cuz our heart is pumpin’ blood like thunder
No man up in the trauma, head is broken In Da Summa

[Lord Infamous]
Some of the Scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me ease
Until the night fall breeze
Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets
Grab my Uzi up Indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze
Don’t want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt
And my automatic gats in case I had to dig up a plot of dirt
Then hit Paul up on his home
Tell him to bring his slow ass on
So we can hit the honey comb before the ganja’s gone, Da Summa

(Chorus 4x)

[Juicy J]
Pass to little J, Koop. Then let’s take a ride and shoot
To the high school, North Side where the playaz rule
I’m scopin’ all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch.
“Can I get ya numba”

[Gangsta Boo] “I gotta man”

[Juicy J]
Well I’m a holla trick
Ballin down violent time, one time on my mind
If they pull me over I be hopin’ they don’t find the line
Made enough from evergreen to holla at Blac and Cam
Chiefin’ on the blunts in the alley slangin’ balla’, yeah
Couldn’t forget my roadie big Kurt, Swally, and Dion
Project Pat and the (?) shootin’ teflon
Just a few homies who I grew up in the hood with me
And the ones in Orange Blossom (?) University. Yeah
It’s gettin’ late and I’m ballin’ down Elvis street
Blowin’ my horn tryin’ to get this girl attention in front of me
Cuz everyday I’m out there tryin’ to get a freak number
Thats how the Juice is….In Da Summa

(Chorus 4x)

[DJ Paul] Outro
That’s how we do it
So that’s how it is
The Three 6 Mafia in the house for the ’95
Straight from the M-town The Juice, DJ Paul, Lord Infamous the Scarecrow
The Koopsta Knicca, and Crunchy Black
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Three 6 Mafia – Da First Date

[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

Chorus(x2)

[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]
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Three 6 Mafia – D-Suckin’-H

Gangsta Boo talks

(Gangsta Boo)
What’d up nigga how you doing
Can you hit me on that late nite tip
Can we hook up somethin’ for yo’ tongue to touch my pussy lips
(Eat it)
Why not eat it can you feel me bursting full of joy
Can you feel me cummin’ like I’m runnin’ for the mayor boy
(Stoppin)
You be poppin’ game let me bang that pussy mane
You can get the keys to the Range
Boo it ain’t no thang
(Yeah)What I’m sayin’,naw I’m playin’,be for real dude
I ain’t trippin’ off ya fuckin’ car I’m a baller too
(Hit me)If you wanna hook up like we some major playas
Call me and I’ll see you later
Ah there goes my fuckin’ pager
Nigga what’s the dilly
Do you want me to step up to you
I be trippin’ how it is so easy to persuade you
Game you need plenty of look as if you were a scrub
I be wantin’ thuggy,thug love
You be none above
Cowards that devours now you know you need to get rid of that
Comin’ over Gangsta Boo house
Bet you’ll eat my cat

Chorus-2x
DJ Paul
Dick suckin’ hoe,nut suckin’ hoes
Hoes,hoes they ain’t nuthin’ but hoes
Gangsta Boo
Pussy eatin’ niggas,broke ass niggas
Niggas,niggas ain’t nuthin’ but niggas

(Juicy J)
Hangin’ on the corner wit’ my nigga P
Just across the street
Walkin’ up a freak
I heard her name Gretchen
Her pussy tight and gripping
Straight from the hood so we call her chicken
Lookin’ like her mother,smellin’ like her granny
Switchin’ wit’ a skirt
Never wearin’ panties
Said she want a friend to screw her at summer inn
Hydro weed and a case of henn
Take her to a room,next thing ya know
A nigga hit the do’ like he on that blow
I was havin’ fun tryin’ to get her tongue
Then he pulled a gun so I had to run
Call up on the boys smokin’ on the pound
Rolled through his hood left him in the ground
Make another stop house of the slut
Walked in the crib beat the bitch up

Chorus-2x

(Gangsta Boo)
Chillin’ in Miami
Where da bitch at
I’m layin’ back
Restin’ up to party a club where da stars at
You got that,don’t act like you don’t when you hit this
You know that,you licked on my pussy you trick bitch
So left bitch,you dig this my pimp shit is too thick
For me to be fuck with so fuck all that gossip
And watch this not topless but Boo bitch so sexy
God bless me,undress thee and open express thee
Lips of the pussy that got you niggas beggin’
(I)I don’t give a fuck about you guys(guys)
Like an evil spy(spy)
(Why)Why should it matter
(If)If we out together night
When you wanna eat some pussy
Are you gonna call me or not(call me or not)
I do not love’em though(though)
Ya’ll know how the story goes(goes)
You why the fuck I put you lames(lames)
I be a better hoe (hoe)
Hoeing for my bitches that be representin’
I got ya back(I got ya back)
Cause I be representin’
Real shit bring the chorus back

Chorus-6x

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