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Chpt. 2: World Domination, Three 6 Mafia
Chpt. 2: World Domination
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We Are Waiting Lyrics 01:07 192 1,51 0.10
Studio Time Lyrics 00:13 192 0,31 0.10
Will Blast Lyrics
Hoe, kill that nigga, hoe!
....w-w-w-w-will blast if a.....
three six mafia, mafia...
....w-w-w-w-will blast if a.....
three six mafia, mafia...
[DJ Paul]
Say hello to mr. mafia (..??..) we be watchin ya
And we quick to beat a bang bang rookie, huh
Trick, (??) lay a cookie you be (...??...)
[Gangsta Boo]
You guys can't play with Gangsta Boo
Comin to you with a whole buncha shit that's gon fuck your ass up
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga get buckwild in this muthafucka
Let me see ya do your stuff
[Juicy J/Da Juice]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Will blast if a muthafucka have to
Tie your body up with the string from your tennis shoes
Juicy J, in the house, puffin on a light coo
Who so wanna step to the click, it's a murder boo
[Crunchy Black]
Who I be, it's Crunchy Black
You'll know who I am when I come up from the back
Kickin dough, makin hoes, layin down
Cuz I gotta have a muthafuckin pocket fat
[Lord Infamous/Scarecrow]
I'm a (??) Lord Infamous, the Scarecrow
Demons be dancin round my throne
Gotta know why everytime I see your face
I'ma spray like war, bring it on
[Koopsta Nicca]
Who that be between then trees tryin to take a peek at me
(??) if you from these other realms
I tell your group you have nothing left
01:31 192 2,10 0.10
Hit A Muthafucka Lyrics
I bet you won't
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (Bitch)
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (Hoe)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't
This ain't no game, we bring the pain
So don't you niggas trip
Fallin the club with all them thugs
And five extra clips
Deep alsways deep is how we come cause we ain't no joke
So when you hoes talk all this shit
We gonna cut ya throat
And let you chuck right out the door, the Three 6 Mafia game
Now I was pullin a fucking gun
We out so throw them thangs
Don't hit that white
Any why the fuck act like you crazy man
We know you niggas just some hoes
You let our nuts hang
And let me crack you mind up
Want to get you hypnotized cause you this scarecrow
Keep a mystic type of business than we run
You may not cap to the s's
Cause we young, my time, my flex
It's a futuristic and autistic mega plisto plex
I rack up many shots cuase on my run colegri pop
I make sure they get so wild, they bustin caps right on the spot
All around the planet rock, the ghetto clocks don't stop
My nigga gotta take a deep breathe
A keep blowin till they drop
We ain't going to stop until some down people die up in the audience
Word up, push them to the floor
Put your foot in his guts so aple watch them fully trample
Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so kit kiddy can't handle
The crowd, the gotta ru rush before a few gonna get crushed
Crush crush, we got it buck buck (The Three 6)
And when the shows over I want to see (??) nothing but bodies
On the floor and they got no Three 6 (Surprise)
I heard the streets that a nigga has said, something about that nigga
I think his name was Cruchy Blac
But I walk up to his house, I knocked upon his door
When he came to the door, I hit him in the mouth
And I knocked him on the floor
Then I hit him and hit him somemore
Then I told that fucking boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the motherfucking prophet boys
Cause the prophet boys be hypnotizing all of ya'll
Ganna tear around your throat and drag you like you want
(Gangsta Boo)
Why to styling at my face
Why you talks behind my back
Hitting you hitting you down when I (??) to attack
Never can't be fade
Cause this lady roll with right click
Now I'm talking shit
Call me misses mobb bitch
Smoking automos all you hoes boutin' my damn self
Never hanging with you skanks
Cause I'm bad for your health
Playa haters out you stars pullin' cars bout' yourself
We be stanking like some fart under sheets, hold your breathe
See I call up then niggas operator tellin me they
was stressed with you up on that house that I'm hell
Looking out there
See you telling always tell who freezy's always shells
How she really cares bout' her hair
Here he thinks he stabbs around a hoe round'
03:58 192 5,44 0.10
Are U Ready 4 Us Lyrics
Three 6 Mafia
Hooked up with the motherfuckin' Dayton Family
Are ya'll ready for us
Bring the pain
Bitch ya'll ain't ready for us
Miphia style
Flip Time
Rollin' like dees
Smoke the trees bitch

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

Cause it's the 1990 Triple 6 2000

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

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

Chorus x4

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

Chorus x4

Cause it's the 1990 Triple 6 2000

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

(Gangsta Boo)
Am I too much
To avoid, can't you fuck with us
In the Lexus truck with Juicy J
Getting fucked up
Tearin' the club up
What be bumpin' on the radio
Mafia is what I'm screamin'
Till the day I die hoe
More game for the lame
Educate them bitches man
Stay in focus
Hocus pocus
Tryin' my best to maintain
High as the sky
Is why it's my business bitch
Open up your own fuckin' account
And get up out my shit

Chorus x4

Cause it's the 1990 Triple 6 2000

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

(Koopsta Knicca)
Stick em' dead
Kill em' dead
Rush them tricks on down to the flo'
With north Memphis convicts
Bithces call me Koopsta hoe
Fuck me once never twice
Wrapped up on that game of dice
How can I lie
When at nine hundred times
You said you was a man of the house
I don't really done it
Koop you hung around that nigga man
Try so hard to be a soldier bitch
But come out to be dealt with trick
I'm sick in the head
Better call Fred
Dirty red
Yeah, yeah you gon' look
Too late fuckin' fool
Cause you drownin' in your poo poo
04:50 192 6,65 0.10
Prophet Posse Lyrics
Chorus x8
Prophet Posse, the Posse bitch
It's mafia time
Lord Infamous' mind
It just ain't stable
My actions are even more shocking and dockin'
Than murder between Kane and Abel
So stick 'em up
Everybody catch the ground
Cause I come from the city of Memphis
It's a rowdy town
(Gangsta Boo)
Well it's time for them Prophets
Ain't no turning trick
Ah, you fucked up with the wrong kind
Ghetto Boo bitch
Comin' at yo ass
Takin' over 97 this Mrs. Gangsta bitch
Married to this damn Prophet shit
Watch how i pull these bitches
And you know the scareman's blastin' teflon's hit yo' feelin's
Nigga, I'll be damned if I'm gon' miss you
Gaurds of task, so you best react
Cause the Prophets are sprayin' motherfuckin' gats when I blast
When I blast
Them niggas on they back
(DJ Paul)
Excuse me sir
Can i get that card or that drivers' license
I need some two scoops
But not the raisin' of the wisest
Nicest, the feel of my body gets conset like Tyson
Roll them dices
Killin' my brain cells
But fuck it
We sacrificin' blow that shit
Chorus x7
(Juicy J)
It's that nigga that you love to hate
Deep in the north
Is where I stay, the one notorious Juicy J
I fold ya dogs an chop you away
And get real high to this hear track
Buck wild as hell is how we act
The Prophet Posse is on the attack
So what you haters watch your back
(Crunchy Blac)
There's no game that I'll play
With your bullshit niggas
Say what your ganna say
But a nigga will kill you
If you disrespect
Then nigga you'll feel me
And I dwell in hell
Catch a nigga like, feel me
(Indo G)
Some of these niggas on that doe
Some of these niggas on that hay
What you say, what you say hoe
Negro Indo crackin' them swishers daily
It's incredible, incredible, from the car
To the block in the motherfuckin' ghetto
Cheefin' in a meadow
When I'm kickin' a line, I rhyme, every god damn time
Niggas that come to me (??) attention
Brothers and Prophet the Posse
Cause the Killa Roc and never stoppin' roll in a Viper
Niggas that like to be droppin' (droppin')
Juicy with the two nine, Paul with the forty
Motherfuckers on a paperchas, yeah
Killa from Three 6, K-Roc don't play
Don't play with me baby
(Project Pat)
We makn' moves in this rap industry
Like a magician
A legion of neighborhood niggas on a mission
For paper, project, my lyrics tight
Like a virgin
My lips ignite the mic, cause they get hype
When I'm cussin'
Chorus x5
04:14 192 5,80 0.10
Motivated Lyrics
Chorus x2
Everytime I feel this shit, I'm motivated
Not only do we flow this shit, we demonstrate it
We come to far to turn back now, I hope we make it
But everytime them prophets fly, I'm motivated
(Juicy J)
Back in the days
I used to get down
Pockets on e
I can't do nothin' but frown
Feelin' my belly and don't come around
Had to be pushin' that bope by the pound
Go with da folk that be pullin' a bitch
Not to popular now you know you're the shit
Fuckin' with reala
That know you're legit
Pushin' that shit that you shoot in your wrist
had ot be down about makin' my grip
Pumpin' the beat
Hopin' the needle won't skip
Nukin' a dinner while flippin' the script
Niggas still trippin' still runnin' they lip
Now they just comin' in larger amounts
Then I stack them in my bank account
This is for half of your ass watch it bounce
Motivation for my power and clout
(DJ Paul)
20 years old
Ridin' in a 80,000 dollar viper
Better watch out for the snipers
They be bumpin' our tapes
But they really don't like us
Why must some local bustas try to dis me
When they don't even know me
Not knowin' i'll run up on they ass
With a motherfuckin' mac
Kill em' all off slowly
I'm tryin' to keep my cool, keep my cool
Cause I got plenty to lose
My fuckin' surroundings be another nigga singin' the blues
So how I keep's myself on top of things and motivate
I quickly erase all you hoes that be playa hatin'
Chorus x2
(Gangsta Boo)
For you motherfuckin' niggas
For you motherfuckin' hoes
Stayin' real as ca be
On my fuckin' ten toes
Never be the one to fall
I'm rising oh so quickly
I know you hate me
But I'm gon' stay motivated
This crazy lady
Don't give a fuck bout' what you say
It don't mean shit
Maybe cause I'm stackin' cheese
And you ain't stackin' nothin' but dicks
Including you niggas too
You be ridin' on dicks
I know you do
I'm stayin' on top of my game
I'll be number one so nigga fuck you
This music game is gonna drive me insane
It's all about figures
Cause when you're dealin' with heavy stakes
Somethin' gon' brake or get injured
Niggas talkin' bout' paying dues
I got the bruises to prove it
Did everything a nigga could do
To make it in the game of rap music
But still everytime I try to make a move some mothefuckers always
gotta doubt
And then them very same niggas don't know what the fuck they talkin'
Keepin' the faith up on my plate
Was the reflection of my face
Sayin' it to make it but still gave the good Lord his grace
Chorus...till fade
03:40 192 5,05 0.10
I Ain't Cha Friend Lyrics 04:56 192 6,78 0.10
Whatcha Do Lyrics 03:30 192 4,82 0.10
Spill My Blood Lyrics
Chorus x2
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will I leave here with my life my lord
If the law men capture me
Lord Infamous, the futuristic rowdy bounty hunter
Nigga I come from the land down under
Up the from the ground
You don't want to rumble
Or cry round
Toss and tumble
My voodoo do so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poulty
My victim been shook
By a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night
Down to the trees, packed tight
With two some on shakes
No rubber with a paratroop
In fields with parachutes
Down to the blue
No matter however, can't hold em' for forever
Dead or alive, with your body, I sprinkle rotten flower pedals
Yes the consequences, are your choice, my dred
Cause Lord Infamous will gain
A healthy bounty for your head
(DJ Paul)
I'm wakin' up
Tossin' and turnin'
Like in a scuffle
My words aren't clear, rarely I speak, speak
My voice is muffled, muffled
My hands over my face
They done got me
I'm startin' to feel woozy
They done shot me
The same fools I done creeped on, in his own sleep, sleep
One them hoes survived
Now they creeped on me
(Crunchy Blac)
Fool we got your ass now
So what's up
Isn't you quiet, just because we got your ass muff
Muffled like bag your mouth
Shouldn't of ran your mouth
Talkin' about you gonna creep
While we was sleep, but it was just no doubt
Now the tables have turned
And in the mist of the morgue
Your funky sould burn nigga
Chorus x2
(Gangsta Boo)
Ten times out of twelve
nine times out of ten
Gansta Boo is in it to win
Prophet rider till the end
Smokin' weed
Gettin' twisted more and sippin' havin' thoughts
Thoughts about a nigga
I remember what that trick had bought
Kept that visine in my purse
Get a rental car from Hertz
Call my niggas from the Three 6, tell em' about the plan first
Ooh weeee
Can it be, another song we done made
Fakin' on no damn jacks
A bitch gots to get paid
Come on prophets, now it's on
Nigga, It's like that home alone
Like white boy fuckin'
Lets go get this bitch
Man nigga gone, done deal stupid trick
Now you know this lady bitch
Swing go gets high
Scott free with your shit
(Juicy J)
For all the dirt
That I did to my wife
Forgive me lord
Each and every night
Croked cops
Pull a gun don't fight
Blow you away, leave you out of sight
Search a nigga from the shirt to pants
Nothin' on me
But a sack ass can
Cannon I, With empty shots
Bucket clean
They find a couple of grams
Tons of dope
That that nigga don't know
The Juice man
Can't be cuttin' no bro
Tryed the cuffs
But the nigga didn't go
Broke his throat
With a quick left blow
Now it's on, and the chase begins
Cuttin the corner, shirt blowin' in the wind
Dog on my trail
And he pickin' up the scent
K-0 cops
Kill a four legged friend
Jump in the lex
Voodoo like a hex
Dog confused, in they mind complex
Fuck the red light, ballin' on my set
Cops on my trail, cause I let you rest
Hop in the car, ran two more blocks
Put in reverse, then I heard the gun shots
Doin' a hundred, so I couldn't get popped
Officer friendly, on the trip nonstop
Chorus...till fade
03:59 192 5,48 0.10
Who Got Dem 9's Lyrics 03:10 192 4,36 0.10
Gunclaps Lyrics
Chorus x3
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps
(Juicy J)
5 A-M in the mornin'
Nigga heard them tones pumpin' like a thousand-five cannons
Nigga gettin' it on
Peep out the window, I was solo flashin'in the streets
Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty sheets
Right they ass chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put em' straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my fuckin' window
Make you think your through
Like it's the forth of July
With them niggas spook
I wish the folks would hurry up
I cock my gun back with my thumb
Nigga rowdy rowdy like it's North Memphis, Vietnam
As I gotta check to take a look and then fired back
I realized I was out numbered
In a deadly trap
Three 6 Mafia, Prophet Posse, Killa Kaze
With the shotties
Leave your chest cavity
Stoppin' at the autopsy
I slaughter
And I can't help but notice all your pain
When the monsters got that Clappin', Clappin', Clappin'
On them thangs man
We hear the gunshots
Nigga bang diggy dank
Got a shank full of thangs
And it is kind of insane
I Scarecrow with mystical styles
Niggas are getting buck wild
Look at my dirty fouls
Bodies are stacked up by pounds
You wanna fuck with me player
First you must say a lil' prayer
Ask the nigga over there
Yeah, that be my preacher there
Niggas are all actin' (??)
Grow up actin' now fight
Infamous buckin' all night
Burnin' em' after a light
Chorus x2
(Crunchy Blac)
Slip, slide come and take a ride
To my fuckin' stash pile
Nigga you can't hide
It's a mug Crunchy got a tug
Stuff a nigga in my trunk
Told ya'll niggas what
Crunchy ain't no fuckin' whore
Get down on that floor
Bitch I want more (more)
Bitch now give me more
Give me chocolate chunk bitch, I bitch I kill you more
They pay, that pay that five
Now bitch I want some more
All I wanna feel
Is some motherfuckin' rain
Let it rain motherfucker, let it rain (gon' let it rain)
See you inside by the game that I spit
Never ever in your life
Can you ever get with this
(DJ Paul)
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Where the keys to room 2-10
I got thugs with price tage bout' to get in
We heard it's goin' down, tricks about 2 mil
Feel, the fuckin' Prophet Posse get ya killed
Nigga, we got 40 cals' to your face
Na'ad mean
Three 6 leave no fuckin' trace
It takes more gunshots for these boys to save ya
Me and Crunchy chunk ya' over like white with a razor
Several automatics in a Blazer
Before we bump you off
Give me that plate and the lazer
Chorus...till fade
03:15 192 4,48 0.10
6 In The Morning Lyrics 02:52 192 3,93 0.10
Tear Da Club Up '97 Lyrics 03:46 192 5,17 0.10
Late Nite Tip Lyrics
(Lord Infamous)
Let me just take you somewhere secret
Gonna cut out of the lights down dim, forget all
About your world
We gonna not flow it what we feel and share uhh
Few private thoughts, I'm not just
Out for your sex, let me simp-lify
Light up things and life that
You find complex, forget what
You heard bout me cause your a
Scarecrow who think but theres no
Pressure on you cause you know
What you must do
Check this out
Lets have a drink
And I give
You time to think
Let me puff
This buddah blunt and cut on
This porno bunk here come lounge
Here by my side tonight your
My devils bride and theres uhh
Freek deep inside have no shame
No need to high ride, do you
Keep all the shame get it all
Like thugsta she she must be
Candle tipsy on this crystal like your gypsy now I got
Her on all fours, bout to break
Down the head, boy crash this crowd
On through the wall now she howlin like a dog swept poor
We hit the floor it don't quit
Another one break
It's just another victim of Lord Infamous late nite tip
Chorus x2
I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (why)
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts
I'm sorry your not on the tip (what)
If you want romance
You should just stick who you already with (ok)
If you in that means you can just hit me on that late nite tip (ooh)
(DJ Paul)
I done seen
Some funny and shh since I got in this game
They wants my crib they wants my kid since I ain't gots my thang
I never recall you askin' last boyfriend but Nathan
But now they be purple on gold
Got ya aggrivatin'
(I need a coach bag)
I can't be even doin' it
(I need my hair done)
Me too, I ain't got nothin' to do with it
I've been through with it
You and the since the first time you ask and might a add
Playas like me can't be savin' your ass
(Gangsta Boo)
I ain't with that nonsense
All that love and dubb be missed
Feelin' kind of huh
I call and all I want is sex
Slip on Victoria Secrets hit the liqour before it close
Call Chris so I can't get somethin' white to go get up my
Never feelin' fine
Nothin' but sex is on my mind
If you cannot please me boy
Then please don't waste all of my time
Got you caught up in the mist
Mystic girl from triple
Late nite tip is all we have
It's payin so trick that sick
Chorus x2
(Juicy "J")
I can't understand why these ballas be trippin'
Can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Ballin' in my Lexus dropped low to the ground
Just a young playa tryin' put my bid in
Freeks wanna trick that be constantly payin'
Not a girl thug they be constantly layin'
Rainbow in on a summer motel
Oh well that's where the juice man stayin'
Gotta have a lady that wanna do what I do
Likes skippin'work or love cuttin' high school
Several other playas in the three 6 mafia
Camcorder on skinny dippin' in the swimmin' pool
Never try to argue
But you all fight
Kill a pack of Jimmy hand strapped pen real tight
Fillin' alazey on top and a budlight
Just for your freeks on a moon like tonight
(Koopsta Knicca)
Tell me three 6 whose that bumpin that music
Hypnotizin' Koop
I tell you who
I'm bout to lose it
Could it be that late night crew tight
Just inside the party
Always kind of lonely
Someone want me, hold me, I say
Come here come here come here
The Koopsta cryin' tears
I can't think positive
When no one cares of how I feel
Realize my mind so tired that I even to find
I cannot lie though I can ride hide late night
Chorus...till fade
04:46 192 6,56 0.10
Bodyparts 2 Lyrics
(DJ Paul)
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 woo
(DJ Paul)
Now when they comes to the hood
I be like black in my zone
Now when it comes to parts of the body
I got more (??)
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
And people callin' it green
That smoke how much I like it
Again it's up to him
I need to let some shots off
And Dj Paul with Teflon also take that bulletproof off
But when they jump, I pump
To put some murderin' punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk
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 crips
You got no heart
you niggas from the start
I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts
(Gangsta Boo)
Wussup mista trick
Do you wanna get with this
Pimp type ass bitch down with the Triple 6
My Lexus trunk or Viper
Prophet Posse nothin' nicer
In this fuckin' body parts through the air
Cause we come to get it crunk
Several bodies in my trunk
Never denyin', always highin'
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, stay so so trill
You ain't no killa
My niggas leave a schedule
Go to sleep
Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you caustious of me
Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who comin'
Throwin' 5 billion (??)
While your bitch ass runnin'
We be the Prophet definition meanin' click so tight
M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out every night, BITCH!!!!
(Juicy J)
I met this fool last week
Who said he slangin' double keys
Also had a group of bustin' all tall and some like, green ink
What you think
I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree
So I drove a low key car
Tryin' to fool the streets
Curve after curve
I return tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour I be chippin' up my bag of herbs
(??) herb AK's all kinds a guns
Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run
Please don't test these murderers
Slugs I will pump at your gut
Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze
I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride then play a game
What's the game
The game of names
Now which, which one would you choose
Which ever you choose you lose, you lose
(Droopy Drew Dog)
First Time on the maximum, don't be a trick
To see them hatas talk shit but they don't know the deal
Dope sella
BHZ's where I dwell-ah
They looked into the barrel of my chin black Barretta
Ratta Tatta is all you heard
To see you niggas comin' up
In the (???)
But watch the game
Cause you don't got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end
(Crunchy Blac)
Check this here
Niggas will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel
They don't feel
What I feel, then I fill
Them buck will
Bullet lead two to the head
Then I lay them in graves
That I dig
Just for them
Yes it is
(Project Pat)
Slammin' bones, throwin' leaks
Puttin' bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfuck
Down we Prophet click
Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas
Mossberg slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We ridin' drinkin' dankin' bodies stankin' I can smell them well
And if the police pull us over
I'm the first to bail
(Indo G)
Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead
While I drop this track
I flack (??) I'm straight from very bone
To the motherfucka filin' out
I'm the first
See Triple 6, It's on
Bitch every mud up in a source bone
I don't wanna kill a motha, betta get a motherfucker for talkin' that
Huh, 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 uhh die nigga uhh die nigga
(K Roc)
K Roc I dump but what I see in my trunk
See me after Killa Klan
Seein' that K Roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green
Prophet Posse my niggas
Gimme that forty glock
In my (??) pullin' that trigga
I see traitors lookin' at playa hatas
Fakin' while we blast our gat
I don't know where you're at
But hata I better witness a (??)
If a 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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Flashes Lyrics
Tomorrow may not be all that you waht it to be
Are you gonna let it go or are you gonna stay the same
All the things you try you're trying to survive
Never gonna satisfy you never gonna be enough
Don't you know

Don't you know there's something bigger
Know there's something better
Know that you're not on your own
Don't you know there's something bigger
Know there's something better
Know that you're not alone

Its time to make a change for more than just today
you gotta face what's going on or there's no one left to blame
So you say you're not ready for this
And you can't you won't and you want me to go away
Your sneakers are wearing thin and you stop
You look and you don't know where you been
Everything's over now and you wish that you could put it all back again
I don't know where you go
To find solace in anything
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Neighborhood Hoe Lyrics
It was one Saturday night in June now I clearly remember
I seen this whore that I met in December
The bitch didn't wanna give me no play
But she heard us at the concert the other day
Now the shit about to fall in place
I just seen her rode bye with a smile on her face
Tiltin my hat makin sure it's in place
Hopin I'll be the next nigga to taste her pace
That motherfuckin lot round the strip grippin on my dick haters don't trip
Got a muthfuckin 40 cal in the spot ready for a nigga that think I'm gone slip
Chevy thang, slow, clean, chrome face, glod D's
Bitches ridin up in my shit man I'm tellin these hoes please
I had to speak to soon her comes a hoe
Nigga she got game
First thing she ask me was whats my name
and I'm ridin in that chevy thang
She knows goddamn well who I am
But since she wanna playa hate in response I was tellin the hoe my name was Davante
Swing now the muthafucka ditchin
Playa like me tryin to get down in it
Gotta keep it key low with the hoe
In the muthafuckin "Pala with the windows tinted playa
I got this wild and bout it bitch
Just give me two days to hit the shit
Beter get your exercise on the third day
Prophet Posse gonna take care ya
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N 2 Deep Lyrics
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 thugs in my hood
And in my city much respect
I'm wit'cha for life
And as you could bet
We lights one up today
Chorus...till fade
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Anyone Out There Lyrics
One cold winter of many tales
Trails of blood left in frozen snow
A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow
I turned against God and everything that I cared for most
Police arrived, candle light, butcher knives, bloody bedposts
Found staked on the floor soaked in evidence of the root of violence
Only a teen, sent to spend my final life in an insane asylum
So furious of past, I'm an adult I feel better now
But no matter, I tell them that I know they'll never let me out
I rot in this dread, my only world's the one in my head
I hate psycho-therapists, I walk amongst walking dead
Everday, yes every-single day, peepin' ways to escape
I got to find a way out this place, it's a must, got to find a way
I'm pullin hair up out my freakin' head yo
They trippin' cause a nigga put his ass in a choke hold
I wanna go psycho and kick this mutha fuckin' force boi
In a padded room I know I'll never get up out this hole
I'm pacin' back and forth across this room
I gotta think of somethin, man I got to make a move
The day I killed my fuckin' family in a week or two
I got to get up back out there I wanna do it again fool
Gettin' cool with the old ass maintence man
I told him "If you help me out I'd put a lotta papes in your hand
I stashed a lotta dough in dirt before a nigga left it
If you help me out when I get out I'll give you half on that deal"
The old man ready, he grinnin', that stray
Look here gramps, meet me at my door for the plan round 'bout 8
Check it pops, you got to get a shovel and a pine box
Put me in the ground and dig me out once they talk to the cops
I'm gonna need a slight overdose of some mother fuckin' sleepin' pills
So while I'm waitin in the dirt I won't breathe up the air in here
Sneak in the office get the keys off of Dr. Malique
And while you doin that I'll take the pills so I fall asleep
I started feelin' my awareness fadin' away
I could slightly hear all the dirt gettin' tossed on to the pine crate
I awoke and in my square waiting to be freed
But from the light I seen someone killed the maintence man that dormant
with me

I'm scared, is anyone out there?
Damn, I'm scared is anyone out there?
I'm scared, is anyone out there?
Damn, I'm scared is anyone out there?
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Land Of The Lost Lyrics
Deep down south in da hood niggas slang
Hustlin' and game
Tryin ta stack some change
Land of tha Lost Full of Gangstas n killas
Niggas all about they damn scrilla ((X2))
[Gangsta Boo]
To start it off I'm the motherfuckin lady about her cheese
While you other Herman Benz out there leavin fo' free
Kinda quick to tell you what I'm gonna get and it be true
At the end of the rainbow nigga I thought you knew
Cause Im sayin all my hustlas dont forgot im on the green
got a pocket full of money not no stones know what I mean?
Dont get mad cause yo ass livin broke
Fuck that get up off yo lazy ass
Get about yo fuckin scratch

I'm chasin Franklin wit' my Triple 6 thugs
Cause we was sinners
I get deeper I'm still comin up with lint
Livin in a tent some trick gotta change
it aint the same
And its plain to see I ain't the same man
Beat a bitch, Rob a hoe
Kick in does from doe to doe
Prophet posse never sloppy
Clean you out from roof to flo'
I'm startin to stinkin' raisin my heartbeat
to never be rich
Rather trade a hoe for mackers dis predemption
((Chorus x2))
[Juicy J]
It's on! Why you shakin whatcha wanna do
I gotta 357 brand new shootin holes through
Niggas skulls fool Lets get da dope and drop it off
and count them G's and smoke some cheese
it pays to brake the law
My cousin creepin all them graded boys gonna hook us up
to make a grip on that white shit that we dont see or touch
Fuck what you talkin about? We slangin Nigga
By any means you wanna stop the team we pull the Trigga
[Koopster Knicca]
Red Red Go away! Cause a nigga wanna play
Leave me here, chiefin hey
Standin till the last day; You can
let me wear a briefcase in my situation
So many smilin faces about the devil that's in me racin'
Place in here's a motherfucker my nigga I tell ya what
When I was in the jail while my killa was in da cut
all because of this high powered, coward
Bustin that I heat up musta been in love, wanna fill me with slugs
[Crunchy Black]
Its Crunchy Black Crunchy Black
on da creep nigga
how you niggas out here gonna laugh and fuckin giggle?
when im gettin bigga and bigga
Bigga den a fuckin picture
Picture me in yo dreams when im out, ta fuckin getcha
hit ya fo' ya dividends and fled from da fuckin case
Dont drop no peices so I, want catch a case
make a mistake in dis game and man youll hafta pay
Deep in the jail cell or holy cell
never see the day
((Chorus x2))
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Weed Is Got Me High Lyrics
Chorus x4
This weed is got me high
So high, so high
This bud is got me high
So high, so high
(DJ Paul)
Mesmorized by the motherfuckin'
Ya'll niggas odn't get high
Like the dirty Three 6 Mafia
We smokers there to chain
Give a shot
Of that cocaine to the brain
Gotta get high
Gotta get high
To a motherfuckin' that especially
Don't hear me
But I can keep a smile on my drugs
And you cheap ass thugs
You hoes don't feel me
(Crunchy Blac)
Watcha got down in your trunk
(Juicy J)
Nothin' but leaves and bags of weed
Somethin' to keep you off your feet
Make you crawl around on knees
If you slang a
Then grab a pound
If you a smoker
Fool don't get wild
Are you fucked up
So what
What's up
Sip on some beer and black and mild
(Crunchy Blac)
I'm so high
All I smell like smoke
Yeah that motherfuckin' green
Yeah that god damn dope
You be hopin'
When you see me
I'm gon' roll you some
But ain't gon' foll none
(Gangsta Boo)
I'm smokin' on some blunts
Bigger than some of you rappers royalty checks
Never been mistaken
I'm the lady that be like
Quick to get up in your shit
Freaky when I'm high
That's the plan
Now understand my nig
Fuckin' move your man
Cause his ass wanna get with this
(Lord Infamous)
Out of the Scarecrow
The substance I obtain
Dibe got get me feelin' strange
And crazy
I'm smokin' on this doja
got me stumblin' and feelin' lazy
I'm staring at some shit
That got me dazin'
Got plenty of drugs left
And then you know
I'm stayin' blunted
(Koopsta Knicca)
Stayin' numb
Shit faced
Chee-cheef hit them killas
The swishers
Nigga wit that deep pull
So deep that I cannot remember
And if you really wanna get with the
Three 6 Mafia
It's no lie you'll get high
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