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