They Don't F**k Wit U Lyrics
| Song | They Don't F**k Wit U |
| Artist | Three 6 Mafia |
| Album | Choices: The Album |
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| artist：three 6 mafia f/ project pat | |
| Album： choices the album | |
| Song： they don't **** wit u | |
| (dj paul) [intro repeat 2x] | |
| Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta | |
| Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta | |
| Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta | |
| Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate | |
| Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate | |
| (dj paul) [verse 1] | |
| I grab my swatter i swat this bug, he laid to rest | |
| ****in' wit t-r-i-p-l, e-s-i-x | |
| Niggaz be talkin' but in the end i like **** 'em up | |
| In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts | |
| Bitch where you graduated from, i said a school of hoe-in' | |
| Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin' | |
| Too ****in' light, too ****in' light to try to fight | |
| Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life | |
| [verse 2] (juicy j) | |
| Yea we know you niggaz are ****in' scared cuz we don't play around | |
| Never wanna step cuz three 6 mafia put you in the ground | |
| People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro | |
| Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow | |
| If a member call me then i'm gonna pack my yawks and roll | |
| Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold | |
| Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill | |
| High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed | |
| (chorus 2x) | |
| They don't **** wit you like ya ****ed with them | |
| Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb | |
| You got no ends, now you got no friends | |
| Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in | |
| [verse 3] (project pat) | |
| Whachu doin' round hea? my nigga i gotta get ya | |
| Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so i split ya | |
| Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so **** the rest | |
| No understandin', projects the greedy, ya could be next | |
| I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ??? | |
| No hesitatin', i come out buckin' so watch the nine | |
| Off in east memphis transactin' bizness i know you straight | |
| I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones i hate | |
| [verse 4] (lord infamous) | |
| Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the ****in' air | |
| Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere | |
| You wanna know if the lord is mackin' or a ****in' player | |
| I'm keepin' all of you mutha****as in my ****in' prayers | |
| Everywhere that i go i'm gettin' all these evil stares | |
| I'm sick of all of these hatin' mutha****as in my hair | |
| All in my bizness, god is my witness i don't even care | |
| Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah | |
| Repeat chorus 2x | |
| [verse 5] (koopsta knicca) | |
| Deep deep in them trenches of memphis where i'm seriously pimpin' | |
| Da koopsta da knicca breakin' mo bitches than london got bridges | |
| Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well | |
| Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell | |
| This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-i for you niggas that've lost it | |
| Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it | |
| Call chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch | |
| Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the six riders | |
| [verse 6] (crunchy blac) | |
| My nigga cb he be back out here on these bricks again | |
| He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends | |
| He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane | |
| And ****in' wit him is like ****in' wit somethin' different | |
| Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough | |
| Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust | |
| In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga | |
| Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up | |
| Repeat chorus 2x | |
| (til fade) | |
| I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and i'm blown |
| artist: three 6 mafia f project pat | |
| Album: choices the album | |
| Song: they don' t wit u | |
| dj paul intro repeat 2x | |
| Gangsta gggangsta, gggangsta | |
| Gangsta gggangsta, gggangsta | |
| Gangsta gggangsta, gggangsta | |
| Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate | |
| Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate | |
| dj paul verse 1 | |
| I grab my swatter i swat this bug, he laid to rest | |
| in' wit tripl, esix | |
| Niggaz be talkin' but in the end i like ' em up | |
| In the beginnin' they could' ve survived but they had no nuts | |
| Bitch where you graduated from, i said a school of hoein' | |
| Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin' | |
| Too in' light, too in' light to try to fight | |
| Stick you with knives, shoot you with nines and take yo life | |
| verse 2 juicy j | |
| Yea we know you niggaz are in' scared cuz we don' t play around | |
| Never wanna step cuz three 6 mafia put you in the ground | |
| People say you buck but we all know that' s just that liquor bro | |
| Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow | |
| If a member call me then i' m gonna pack my yawks and roll | |
| Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold | |
| Foo this ain' t no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill | |
| High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed | |
| chorus 2x | |
| They don' t wit you like ya ed with them | |
| Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb | |
| You got no ends, now you got no friends | |
| Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in | |
| verse 3 project pat | |
| Whachu doin' round hea? my nigga i gotta get ya | |
| Fresh outta jailie, my mind on bailin', so i split ya | |
| Head to the meetie, give to the needy so the rest | |
| No understandin', projects the greedy, ya could be next | |
| I' m robbin' victims with of the face of a ??? | |
| No hesitatin', i come out buckin' so watch the nine | |
| Off in east memphis transactin' bizness i know you straight | |
| I' m buckin' you fakers who ain' t got cheese, the ones i hate | |
| verse 4 lord infamous | |
| Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the in' air | |
| Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere | |
| You wanna know if the lord is mackin' or a in' player | |
| I' m keepin' all of you mutha as in my in' prayers | |
| Everywhere that i go i' m gettin' all these evil stares | |
| I' m sick of all of these hatin' mutha as in my hair | |
| All in my bizness, god is my witness i don' t even care | |
| Cause all you bitches you get the blaah died hell yeah | |
| Repeat chorus 2x | |
| verse 5 koopsta knicca | |
| Deep deep in them trenches of memphis where i' m seriously pimpin' | |
| Da koopsta da knicca breakin' mo bitches than london got bridges | |
| Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well | |
| Touch me and you' ll die see you can burn wit me in hell | |
| This hizo gizozy izi for you niggas that' ve lost it | |
| Splizat yizo izass, will ??? off it | |
| Call chris mane, shit dump ' em in a ditch | |
| Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the six riders | |
| verse 6 crunchy blac | |
| My nigga cb he be back out here on these bricks again | |
| He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends | |
| He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane | |
| And in' wit him is like in' wit somethin' different | |
| Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough | |
| Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust | |
| In gats we trust nigga, it really ain' t much nigga | |
| Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up | |
| Repeat chorus 2x | |
| til fade | |
| I' m smoked out, snorted out, drunken and i' m blown |
| artist: three 6 mafia f project pat | |
| Album: choices the album | |
| Song: they don' t wit u | |
| dj paul intro repeat 2x | |
| Gangsta gggangsta, gggangsta | |
| Gangsta gggangsta, gggangsta | |
| Gangsta gggangsta, gggangsta | |
| Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate | |
| Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate | |
| dj paul verse 1 | |
| I grab my swatter i swat this bug, he laid to rest | |
| in' wit tripl, esix | |
| Niggaz be talkin' but in the end i like ' em up | |
| In the beginnin' they could' ve survived but they had no nuts | |
| Bitch where you graduated from, i said a school of hoein' | |
| Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin' | |
| Too in' light, too in' light to try to fight | |
| Stick you with knives, shoot you with nines and take yo life | |
| verse 2 juicy j | |
| Yea we know you niggaz are in' scared cuz we don' t play around | |
| Never wanna step cuz three 6 mafia put you in the ground | |
| People say you buck but we all know that' s just that liquor bro | |
| Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow | |
| If a member call me then i' m gonna pack my yawks and roll | |
| Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold | |
| Foo this ain' t no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill | |
| High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed | |
| chorus 2x | |
| They don' t wit you like ya ed with them | |
| Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb | |
| You got no ends, now you got no friends | |
| Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in | |
| verse 3 project pat | |
| Whachu doin' round hea? my nigga i gotta get ya | |
| Fresh outta jailie, my mind on bailin', so i split ya | |
| Head to the meetie, give to the needy so the rest | |
| No understandin', projects the greedy, ya could be next | |
| I' m robbin' victims with of the face of a ??? | |
| No hesitatin', i come out buckin' so watch the nine | |
| Off in east memphis transactin' bizness i know you straight | |
| I' m buckin' you fakers who ain' t got cheese, the ones i hate | |
| verse 4 lord infamous | |
| Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the in' air | |
| Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere | |
| You wanna know if the lord is mackin' or a in' player | |
| I' m keepin' all of you mutha as in my in' prayers | |
| Everywhere that i go i' m gettin' all these evil stares | |
| I' m sick of all of these hatin' mutha as in my hair | |
| All in my bizness, god is my witness i don' t even care | |
| Cause all you bitches you get the blaah died hell yeah | |
| Repeat chorus 2x | |
| verse 5 koopsta knicca | |
| Deep deep in them trenches of memphis where i' m seriously pimpin' | |
| Da koopsta da knicca breakin' mo bitches than london got bridges | |
| Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well | |
| Touch me and you' ll die see you can burn wit me in hell | |
| This hizo gizozy izi for you niggas that' ve lost it | |
| Splizat yizo izass, will ??? off it | |
| Call chris mane, shit dump ' em in a ditch | |
| Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the six riders | |
| verse 6 crunchy blac | |
| My nigga cb he be back out here on these bricks again | |
| He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends | |
| He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane | |
| And in' wit him is like in' wit somethin' different | |
| Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough | |
| Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust | |
| In gats we trust nigga, it really ain' t much nigga | |
| Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up | |
| Repeat chorus 2x | |
| til fade | |
| I' m smoked out, snorted out, drunken and i' m blown |
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