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Three 6 Mafia
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作詞:Paul Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Cedric Coleman, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Booker Hunt, Patrick Lanshaw, D Pannell, Anson Watts
Hoe, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me Throw a chump and run a man through da crowd He gonna give me sumthin' Brap Rap my niggas and step 'em when K- Rocin Don't fuck with dis, see See if you wit' me, if you wit' me mon
We buck 'em down, we buck 'em down Only one comin' out of that back door Slangin' my yae-o, rollin' on them po-poes Dropin' that viper, smokin' that indo, makin' that bank roll Stupid ass bitches, don't you know? Killa Klan Kaze playas makin' them profits, hoe
Chillin' down on the lower level, waitin' for my time to come With this fool a million styles Maybe I just might make bond Release me on my own recognisance back on the streets With no employment, no doubt Without no cheese up in my pocket
Tell me how can I have enjoyment throughout my life Say mo shit, knowin' MC Mac don't love no bitch Because if I loved them, I cant trust 'em Breakin' this rocks gonna make me rich The Kaze, my Klan, my click must buck 'Cuz there's no testin us, pop 'em and drop 'em Lock 'em and top 'em, all up in my trunk
Dynamite I'm tossin', hatas crossin' It's da end bitch, you runnin' into bullet proof Hoe, we still da Triple 6, prophet to da P Earsin' niggas that wanna skrive with flows of horror I'm droppin' like Steven Spielberg deep into da mound
Ain't nuttin' but killas up in da dark I'm creepin' with the hatchet with slicin' body parts in da park Moon full of blood could it be another Jeffrey Dahmer I'm sneakin' and creepin' and blowin' up shit Like da Una Bomber, bitch
Rollin' wit' da devil on da level, dig yo ditch Bitch, hitch, wit' da hi-ka on da mi-ka I'll make your ass wish, hickory, dickory, dock Ass I pull out my glock and I'm ready to pop on de bitch Sissy muthafucka, bringin'' da ruckus
I'm bringing my niggas because we don't stop dis shit Yea, do Triple 6, brang it real, real Mutafuka down to pack a steal Still I fuck a fly, I pac a real, real on da mic Like Evander Holyfeild
There's no cries in my life There's no game that I would play Some people say that if you play a game Then man you get 'em played back on you I thought you knew you shouldn't have neva dissed this click The 3 6 Mafia, we popin' slugs that got you bitches sick
I've neva be brothin' Koopsta stands out from the niggas Who thinkin' they hard, I flow up to star Bust in like you da boss, Kaze got my back Now watch how quickly I react wit' that Boom, boom, boom, nigga, rat-tat-tat-tat
Juicy, Paul, and Scarecrow are rollin' in that bucket low And they causin' some static So they reached and grabbed them 44's Fuckin wit' my nigga Black, he's stackin' plus his pimpin' Got real on da peal, hoe's gonna feel me
Shut the fuck up, bitch, it's Infamous Your ass betta not scream, don't make me hafta wipe Your muthafuckin' brains off my sheets I'm gonna burn you, watch you burning
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Like my bad dreams, give you to da beast in the pit of hades Thunder rolls, stormy black clouds I stole the 7th seal then the angel cried that's Scarecrow I love you, I wanna bang with you forever But you too evil though we gonna give you to the devil
What's up? Do you wanna come against me? Do you wanna get your ass earsed off the M A P? Devils daughter comin' out, nigga betta watch out Because you got the queen of sins Nigga, I'm gonna turn it out, comin' to you mean
Because it's in me to fuck you up Listen here, dude, it's a ride So just buckle up smokin' on a fuckin' blunts Till my mind's about to blow, motherfuck the universe Because we brought you da end, hoe
First I want to grab a nigga by his neck, drag 'em to my fuckin' set Take the nigga blow and his cheese and them cigarettes Put my gun up to his nose, tie 'em up from head to toe Take the bitch to EverGreen, throw 'em in da bayou
Call my niggas, D and Blue, Project Pat, y'all know what to do? Creep through the streets with them thangs, blast on any fool Triple 6 killas in this motherfucker runnin' shit If you wanna playa hate the click then you done with
Gotta keep my head up, no need for me to stop it Get stuck, so ruck wit' luck as to rollin' Because Gansta Blac can't get fucked Look fool we creepin' on Ken From Martin Luther and we wit' me Ain't nuttin' but Prophet and thugs And S P V's all up in me Rimie sippin' while trippin'
While rippin' coners wit' Juice Women rippin' while dippin' And ain't no stoppin' this dude So if yo' bank ain't on swoll Ain't no stoppin' the Prophet That's who was straight for the eight And look who in it and out it, nigga
Look in da eyes of a mad man Shoot 'em in the head man Level on dat coco, playa stata calla, da balla Killa Man, fill the man with slugs when I'm full of drugs Trust I'm on ya fool, drug and a fuck 'em up Can't stand in the first round fool Down and what you learned to do
But you ain't got the right tools clowin' on your new C.D. Now hoe tell me what that proved I ain't seen shit new Check ya bunch of bodies out of film, hoe The Prophet Posse let ya live We'll kill ya next year
Kill 'em and robb 'em and beat 'em And dump all they body parts into my trunk Whoop, whoop
Kill 'em and robb 'em and beat 'em And dump all they body parts into my trunk Whoop, whoop
Kill 'em and robb 'em and beat 'em And dump all they body parts into my trunk Whoop, whoop
Kill 'em and robb 'em and beat 'em And dump all they body parts into my trunk Whoop, whoop
All the niggas that was in da shit Just diss niggas and give shouts out to they hoods
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