Last Man Standing Lyrics
| Song | Last Man Standing |
| Artist | Three 6 Mafia |
| Album | Da End |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Chorus (4x)：you don't know me | |
| My weapon's here to tell ya | |
| [lord infamous] | |
| Torture til they gone, never stay alone, killas, laser chrome | |
| Hunting in the zone, where the enemies roam, | |
| Massacre the town, fire all yo rounds, make em all fall down, | |
| Please don't make a sound, hear the devil growl | |
| Please don't go to sleep, never go to sleep | |
| You may not awake cause i'm goin to take you deep down beneath | |
| The scarecrow's in the woods, creeping through the woods | |
| Creeping through yo hood, please don't be so scared | |
| Go and take a look | |
| I got behind the steel, may i be forgived, i didn't mean to kill | |
| Now i wipe your bone and blood off my windshield | |
| I'm sitting in the park, fire on the lost, watching body parts | |
| Burning into sparks, bloodied on my saw | |
| Lord infamous is me, psychpathically, driven in the mind | |
| Seek and you shall find my evil is blind | |
| Cause i give a fuck less, color of your flesh, i just want to mess | |
| Up your fuckin chest with my jet black tech | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| [gangsta boo] | |
| Playa what you know about the south side? | |
| Not a damn thing, but yo ass do not realize | |
| South is takin over, nigga, squashin all this bullshit | |
| North, east, west, it's all good, gotta represent | |
| Comin with the quickness, oh my goodness, it's this gangsta bitch | |
| Never solo only roll with niggaz down with triple 6 | |
| What you gettin jealous fo? | |
| Nigga you don't know me so | |
| Bustin so mafia world, mafia makin money ho | |
| [juicy j] | |
| Yeah, this triple 6 mafia click it's real | |
| Fool it ain't nothin fake | |
| We tote them glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitate | |
| You wanna run up to this click and talk that ?flodge? and shit | |
| And have yo ass tied up and thrown away off in a ditch | |
| Or see me bitch, drop to yo feet while you flow 20 deep | |
| Deep in the mississippi river wrapped up in a sheet | |
| And then ya know the last man standin can't be you or me | |
| How could fuck with this and my fuckin n-i-n-e? | |
| Beeyatch! | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| [d.j. paul] | |
| The last man standin'll never be part of the b.o.n.e | |
| Comin from that ? 4-0, searchin for my enem-eny | |
| Niggaz tryin to come quick, shut it up you fixin to die trick | |
| 40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya to the brains, you fixin to die, bitch | |
| Huh, in the mid-south we cannot see ya, may never wanna be ya | |
| When you come up out that chevy with yo draws off | |
| Sawed-offs we be aimin, never with yo games-es | |
| Automatic my brains is, shootin yo fuckin brains in | |
| Three 6 mutha fuckin mafia, fools we gon rocket ya | |
| Wanna after party ain't no stoppin us | |
| Comin from the m, ain't no love for her or him | |
| Here's a blast from that blast | |
| Man i doubt ya even last in the past | |
| You thought you had some characters, fuckin the wrong click | |
| 6 niggaz gonna carry ya, i bury ya | |
| Bitches alive after the rest of demands | |
| The three 6 mafia, the last to stand | |
| After the war is over | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| [gangsta blac] | |
| Deuce, deuce down, drinkin crown with the texas thugs | |
| Scrugs, ain't no love, catch me slummed of them fuckin drugs | |
| Boys club bound, lost and found, biggest man around | |
| Never try to break me down, ?tre 8? though, gon fuckin clown | |
| You don't know this nigga | |
| What, malt liquor got you thinkin strange? | |
| Rico with that fo-fo through the d-z-oor, you don't know this man | |
| G-a-n-g-s-t-a, bitch, glorified shit, trick | |
| Ain't no need for this cause a man will kill you quick | |
| Nigga! | |
| [m-child] | |
| It's almost nightfall, let me slip on my murderer mugs | |
| A smile to a frown make a nigga think that i'm on drugs | |
| Orange mound where i be, mackin child is who i be | |
| A young to arrested got you stressin to my mystery | |
| Psycho kids split yo wig, all over the mighty dollar | |
| Fuckin with my devil this ho let this beam up out yo collar | |
| Comin deep, mafia deep, puttin you niggaz to fuckin sleep | |
| A bomb in yo pager, now watch it blow when the child beep | |
| Bitch! | |
| Chorus |
| Chorus 4x: you don' t know me | |
| My weapon' s here to tell ya | |
| lord infamous | |
| Torture til they gone, never stay alone, killas, laser chrome | |
| Hunting in the zone, where the enemies roam, | |
| Massacre the town, fire all yo rounds, make em all fall down, | |
| Please don' t make a sound, hear the devil growl | |
| Please don' t go to sleep, never go to sleep | |
| You may not awake cause i' m goin to take you deep down beneath | |
| The scarecrow' s in the woods, creeping through the woods | |
| Creeping through yo hood, please don' t be so scared | |
| Go and take a look | |
| I got behind the steel, may i be forgived, i didn' t mean to kill | |
| Now i wipe your bone and blood off my windshield | |
| I' m sitting in the park, fire on the lost, watching body parts | |
| Burning into sparks, bloodied on my saw | |
| Lord infamous is me, psychpathically, driven in the mind | |
| Seek and you shall find my evil is blind | |
| Cause i give a fuck less, color of your flesh, i just want to mess | |
| Up your fuckin chest with my jet black tech | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| gangsta boo | |
| Playa what you know about the south side? | |
| Not a damn thing, but yo ass do not realize | |
| South is takin over, nigga, squashin all this bullshit | |
| North, east, west, it' s all good, gotta represent | |
| Comin with the quickness, oh my goodness, it' s this gangsta bitch | |
| Never solo only roll with niggaz down with triple 6 | |
| What you gettin jealous fo? | |
| Nigga you don' t know me so | |
| Bustin so mafia world, mafia makin money ho | |
| juicy j | |
| Yeah, this triple 6 mafia click it' s real | |
| Fool it ain' t nothin fake | |
| We tote them glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitate | |
| You wanna run up to this click and talk that ? flodge? and shit | |
| And have yo ass tied up and thrown away off in a ditch | |
| Or see me bitch, drop to yo feet while you flow 20 deep | |
| Deep in the mississippi river wrapped up in a sheet | |
| And then ya know the last man standin can' t be you or me | |
| How could fuck with this and my fuckin nine? | |
| Beeyatch! | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| d. j. paul | |
| The last man standin' ll never be part of the b. o. n. e | |
| Comin from that ? 40, searchin for my enemeny | |
| Niggaz tryin to come quick, shut it up you fixin to die trick | |
| 40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya to the brains, you fixin to die, bitch | |
| Huh, in the midsouth we cannot see ya, may never wanna be ya | |
| When you come up out that chevy with yo draws off | |
| Sawedoffs we be aimin, never with yo gameses | |
| Automatic my brains is, shootin yo fuckin brains in | |
| Three 6 mutha fuckin mafia, fools we gon rocket ya | |
| Wanna after party ain' t no stoppin us | |
| Comin from the m, ain' t no love for her or him | |
| Here' s a blast from that blast | |
| Man i doubt ya even last in the past | |
| You thought you had some characters, fuckin the wrong click | |
| 6 niggaz gonna carry ya, i bury ya | |
| Bitches alive after the rest of demands | |
| The three 6 mafia, the last to stand | |
| After the war is over | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| gangsta blac | |
| Deuce, deuce down, drinkin crown with the texas thugs | |
| Scrugs, ain' t no love, catch me slummed of them fuckin drugs | |
| Boys club bound, lost and found, biggest man around | |
| Never try to break me down, ? tre 8? though, gon fuckin clown | |
| You don' t know this nigga | |
| What, malt liquor got you thinkin strange? | |
| Rico with that fofo through the dzoor, you don' t know this man | |
| Gangsta, bitch, glorified shit, trick | |
| Ain' t no need for this cause a man will kill you quick | |
| Nigga! | |
| mchild | |
| It' s almost nightfall, let me slip on my murderer mugs | |
| A smile to a frown make a nigga think that i' m on drugs | |
| Orange mound where i be, mackin child is who i be | |
| A young to arrested got you stressin to my mystery | |
| Psycho kids split yo wig, all over the mighty dollar | |
| Fuckin with my devil this ho let this beam up out yo collar | |
| Comin deep, mafia deep, puttin you niggaz to fuckin sleep | |
| A bomb in yo pager, now watch it blow when the child beep | |
| Bitch! | |
| Chorus |
| Chorus 4x: you don' t know me | |
| My weapon' s here to tell ya | |
| lord infamous | |
| Torture til they gone, never stay alone, killas, laser chrome | |
| Hunting in the zone, where the enemies roam, | |
| Massacre the town, fire all yo rounds, make em all fall down, | |
| Please don' t make a sound, hear the devil growl | |
| Please don' t go to sleep, never go to sleep | |
| You may not awake cause i' m goin to take you deep down beneath | |
| The scarecrow' s in the woods, creeping through the woods | |
| Creeping through yo hood, please don' t be so scared | |
| Go and take a look | |
| I got behind the steel, may i be forgived, i didn' t mean to kill | |
| Now i wipe your bone and blood off my windshield | |
| I' m sitting in the park, fire on the lost, watching body parts | |
| Burning into sparks, bloodied on my saw | |
| Lord infamous is me, psychpathically, driven in the mind | |
| Seek and you shall find my evil is blind | |
| Cause i give a fuck less, color of your flesh, i just want to mess | |
| Up your fuckin chest with my jet black tech | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| gangsta boo | |
| Playa what you know about the south side? | |
| Not a damn thing, but yo ass do not realize | |
| South is takin over, nigga, squashin all this bullshit | |
| North, east, west, it' s all good, gotta represent | |
| Comin with the quickness, oh my goodness, it' s this gangsta bitch | |
| Never solo only roll with niggaz down with triple 6 | |
| What you gettin jealous fo? | |
| Nigga you don' t know me so | |
| Bustin so mafia world, mafia makin money ho | |
| juicy j | |
| Yeah, this triple 6 mafia click it' s real | |
| Fool it ain' t nothin fake | |
| We tote them glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitate | |
| You wanna run up to this click and talk that ? flodge? and shit | |
| And have yo ass tied up and thrown away off in a ditch | |
| Or see me bitch, drop to yo feet while you flow 20 deep | |
| Deep in the mississippi river wrapped up in a sheet | |
| And then ya know the last man standin can' t be you or me | |
| How could fuck with this and my fuckin nine? | |
| Beeyatch! | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| d. j. paul | |
| The last man standin' ll never be part of the b. o. n. e | |
| Comin from that ? 40, searchin for my enemeny | |
| Niggaz tryin to come quick, shut it up you fixin to die trick | |
| 40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya to the brains, you fixin to die, bitch | |
| Huh, in the midsouth we cannot see ya, may never wanna be ya | |
| When you come up out that chevy with yo draws off | |
| Sawedoffs we be aimin, never with yo gameses | |
| Automatic my brains is, shootin yo fuckin brains in | |
| Three 6 mutha fuckin mafia, fools we gon rocket ya | |
| Wanna after party ain' t no stoppin us | |
| Comin from the m, ain' t no love for her or him | |
| Here' s a blast from that blast | |
| Man i doubt ya even last in the past | |
| You thought you had some characters, fuckin the wrong click | |
| 6 niggaz gonna carry ya, i bury ya | |
| Bitches alive after the rest of demands | |
| The three 6 mafia, the last to stand | |
| After the war is over | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| gangsta blac | |
| Deuce, deuce down, drinkin crown with the texas thugs | |
| Scrugs, ain' t no love, catch me slummed of them fuckin drugs | |
| Boys club bound, lost and found, biggest man around | |
| Never try to break me down, ? tre 8? though, gon fuckin clown | |
| You don' t know this nigga | |
| What, malt liquor got you thinkin strange? | |
| Rico with that fofo through the dzoor, you don' t know this man | |
| Gangsta, bitch, glorified shit, trick | |
| Ain' t no need for this cause a man will kill you quick | |
| Nigga! | |
| mchild | |
| It' s almost nightfall, let me slip on my murderer mugs | |
| A smile to a frown make a nigga think that i' m on drugs | |
| Orange mound where i be, mackin child is who i be | |
| A young to arrested got you stressin to my mystery | |
| Psycho kids split yo wig, all over the mighty dollar | |
| Fuckin with my devil this ho let this beam up out yo collar | |
| Comin deep, mafia deep, puttin you niggaz to fuckin sleep | |
| A bomb in yo pager, now watch it blow when the child beep | |
| Bitch! | |
| Chorus |
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