2-Way Freak

The Restaurant Scene (skit)

Mafia

Baby Mama

Gangsta Niggaz

Wona Get Some, I Got Some

1st Crime Scene (skit)

O.V.

U Got Da Game Wrong

We Shootin' 1st

Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe (featuring Ludacris)

Pass Me

Big Pat's Warehouse (skit)

They Don't F**k Wit U

Slang & Serve

War Wit Us

Mean Mug

How It Went Down (skit)

I Ain't Goin (A Hustler's Theme)

Ridin' On Chrome

Talkin'

[(HOOK) - DJ Paul]
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin THROUGH YOUR BEEPER when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters aint TALKIN about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters aint TALKIN about shit

[DJ Paul]
Now don't you really hate
when somebody be two wayin you
And plus you knowin for a fact
that you aint given them the number TO
She just a groupie ass HOE
That's all up on your grind
WASTIN characters
puttin shit like 'you was on my mindIm hitten back, back
Look here lil momma
You WASTIN yo time
And plus the scats out to fuckin
House of don't be wasten mine
And especially ones
with the pages that be unlimited
THEY do you wrong
cause they deal
gon stay to say you did
They some two way freaks
And they out the were
Hitchu up at like 4 in da mornin
You be like god damett were you ridin
Down the street side to side
Cause this ho bout to wreck
Im bout to throw this Motorola out the window
Im gettin tired of this bitch
What you want from me
Gave you to my dog
But you still keep beepin shit outta me
All in front of yo man
Claimin you talkin to yo girl
He don't know
Plus you specialize in this
Yous a two way hoe fo sho

[(HOOK) - DJ Paul]
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin THROUGH YOUR BEEPER when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters aint talkIN about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters aint talkIN about shit

[Juicy 'J']
They call me the juice
The no chicken lover
A gigglo at night
Dats always in trouble
I cruise around the city
I'm rollin up the sticky
I'm ridin 22's
And I love big titties
Gel and weave
Gel and weave
If she from the hood
Then she down wit me
She got gel and weave
Gel and weave
Wit a big round ass
Im yo man to be
As im rollin down the block
A player gotta beep
That said I wanna fuck
a two way freak
Her name is Rhonda peary
Who works at the dairy
Her chewin is da bomb
But her face looks scary
Im pushin down the street
Tryin to make it to her house
And then I gotta beep from my freak
Named Minnie mouse
They call her Minnie mouse
She live IN PEPPERTREES
She eat a lot of cheese
If you hit she'll squeak

[(HOOK) - DJ Paul]
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin THROUGH YOUR BEEPER when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters aint TALKIN about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters aint TALKIN about shit

[La Chat]
Early in the mornin
My two way is jumpin
Wit da petty WORRYSOME boys
Daddy want nothin
Wastin up my characters
You don't have to FOR pay thIs
I aint got no time for no
watchu doin MESSAGES
Goin to the bathroom
Two way on the tv
Come back
It's my baby daddy
tryin to see whos beepin me
Dog that's a NO, NO
Get yo stuff you gotta go
Scrollin THROUGH my two way
Its like scrollin THROUGH my cash flow
LILCHAT
In the club
Boys they be tryin to holla
Don't know how to act
Gotta two way on yo COLLAR
Askin can you get a beep
Hell na not at all
You'll be dat dude
Dat make me
Throw my junk into the wall
I USE IT FOR business
Some times its for PLEASURE
I can make exceptions
When you want to
Spend dat chedda
If you want to hit me up
Make sure DAT ITS worth a hit
Or you WILL NOT GET responded
I don't mess with two-way tricks

[(HOOK) 1X MUSIC FADES]

i say we close (pancho v)
c'mon u fuckin fag (dj paul)
i say we... (pancho v)
wassup menn? (juicy j)
wassup menn? (pancho v)
wassup?
wassup menn? (dj paul)
menn dis nigga got out couple of motherfuckin months (juicy j)
nigga even aint holla at a nigga menn (juicy j)
c'mon menn, it aint even like dat (pancho v)
i'm tryin to get shit straigh wit keisha and da baby menn (pancho v)
i see, the mugz 'n' flippin burgers like a motherfucker (dj paul)
locked up 5 motherfuckin years (juciy j)
got out wit da mexicad and bullshit (juicy j)
da mexicada?!!! (pancho v)
nigga nigga yean cant spell da mexicada!!!! (pancho v)
n.e wayz i've been locked up 4 years
11 months, 29 dayz, 11 hourz and 23 minutes (pancho v)
menn dis tyme me and my family yean cant even get bac menn (pancho v)
cool menn (juicy j)

[DJ Paul-Talking]
Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the mothafuckin' "M"
back in this bitch, nigga. H-C muthafuckin' P.
Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this muthafucka
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Infamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town.
And it's goin' down- HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!

[HOOK]
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!...
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!

[La Chat]
La Chat, with that gat
The other queen of Memphis
Hypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...

[Gangsta Boo]
...In the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris fuck a glass
Nigga drink it out the bottle...

[La Chat]
...Don't be hatin' and shit
'Cause we gettin' paid and shit
Ain't no need be lyin' till I die
I'm gon' be lovin' this...

[Gangsta Boo]
...The bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta
Ridin' nigga posted up
Fuck you bitches up when I come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers bust
Chat, you got my fuckin' back?

[La Chat]
Yeah I got your fuckin' back
Buckin' bitches that be hatin'
Blow their chest up through their back

[Gangsta Boo]
High as hell can't you tell
'Cause my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to fuck this nigga
Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotyze Minds be the label that pay me
Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit
You cannot faze me

[La Chat]
So you heard it from the queens
HCP we be together
Fuckin' with my family bitch
It's gon' have to be whatever...

[HOOK 1X]

[Crunchy Blac]
How can you relate to this
Niggaz they be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin' dividends
Burn it man, half in
Better known as "assed in"
All I want is money man
Can't you niggaz comprehend?
Lock and fuckin' load fool
Break the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no attitude fool
This is what we came to do
With them bodies in the bag
Put that dope in the bag
Put that money in the bag
Let's go fool, rat tat tat

[Juicy "J"]
They call me Juicy gigolo
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you bitches
To beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you niggaz
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Put her on the house
I got my dick sucked
When I was on the couch
My nigga walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My nigga took her mouth

[Project Pat]
By love real my nig
Let blood spill my nig
Shoot to kill my nig
If ya real my nig
Project Pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
Hang with macks my nig
Who tote gats my nig
It's blast or be left
Baller in your blood
White girl up your nose
Ya high off that bud
A slug in the lot
Your car and no strap
Blew your gotdamn brains
In your partner's lap

[Lord Infamous]
Choose your weapons
But boy choose them carefully
Each of my poisons
Are deadlier melodies
I am the doctor
And this is your therapy
You can have one
So you must get a pair of these
Beat, bound and gagged
Bump off bounty
Place all his pieces
All over county
The shit's very lethal
That I place in the needle
Prepare you for your last trip
To the Cathedral

[DJ Paul]
I seen how TV can hurt
And plus platinum plaques to match
And add them twenties and vogues
And Gucci jackets on backs
We got them Bentlys and Benzes
And all them Lexus on lock
The picture gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them bitches hot
You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'
And wanna rise in the hood
It's cold I'm crankin' up heat
And you wish you could
Y'all wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you wish you was
And get off the grind
I'm keepin' one in the chamber
Because I'm filled up with anger
And when I see yo little hoe 'n'
You knowin' your life's in danger
I do a show y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of shit
Is that the best way that you know
To get attention lil bitch
I understand how they feel
They feelin' that they left out
And we the ones movin' on
So we the ones talked about
But niggaz keep it your best
And one day then you'll get a crown
But until then do a hit of coke
And keep feelin' down
'Cause suckaz... that's real

[HOOK 1X]

[Chorus: Juicy J + LaChat]
[Juicy J] It's my baby mama (yeanknow) I'm on child support
She get welfare checks, but I stay in court
It's my baby mama (yeanknow) she be ridin' Cady
And she always lookin' for sugar daddies
[LaChat] It's my baby daddy (yeanknow) he be always broke
And he aint no good nothin', but a joke
It's my baby daddy (yeanknow) he just love to have it
He be cheatin' on me that's why I can't stand em'

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Man this freak has got me stressin' in the court I must confessin'
Playas try to get that checkin' hoopa hickeys on yo' neckin'
In that jail I can't be stayin' and my g's you can't be takin'
Child support can burn like torch when you get behind yo' payment
Hurr they go you send em' letters then they wanna come and get cha
Probably shoulda used a Jimmy probably shoulda neva' met her
Why you wanna try and impress me?
Always lyin' tryna' caress me

[LaChat]
All these so-called ballas want me boy I'm stout you know I'm sexy
I'm LaChat you see I'm swole got you waitin' at a tole
Betta' come break me off a fee keep yo' girl on yo' bankrole
See me switchin' blowin' out kisses dudes don't know what they be missin'
I'm the type of girl you need keep some cookin' in the kitchen
Bake yo' biscuits up from scratch get chu' sprung off my cat
But chu betta take care yo' kids Juvenile Court is where it's at
Where it's at?
Yeanknow? Cheese is missin' yean show
And that freak you shackin' wit' she too nice I'm mean though

[CHORUS]

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
It's DJ P and brothas be out we just tryin' to be dawgs
But it's ok aint nann hoe gon' stop the way that we walk
We kickin' dis off in them dose' and when it's on they gon' run
And please believe when we come we gon' come like a nut cum
Down and dirty in these streets, rough and rugged on these freaks
Ridin' Cady Automatic man we got to keep that heat
Keep that heat for them streets cuz' man these streets be watchin' me
Memphis, Tenn. kick the chains and playas gotta kick the crease
The Vision 2 Juvenile Court is where they had yo' boy
Monthly payments I gotta pay, but I keep comin' short
Now that I'm payin child support and these courts got me runnin' mayn
Spendin' nights with these otha freaks house and all my dawgs mayn
Warrents for yo' boy arrest got me sweatin' from the stress
Gettin' drunk and high all night bout' to drive me to that white
Mayn if these boys want me they gon' really have to find me
Messin' off with these scally wag hoes they so grimey

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3: LaChat]
Why you playin?
Boy yo' baby need some shoes, boy yo' baby need some clothes
Need to try and pay yo' fees, why you out hurr playin' these hoes?
Aint no more for me and you, but this what they gotta do
With the seed we have concieved don't you know he's part of you?
I don't wanna hurr yo' mess talk to me bout' givin' checks
Put a judge up in my business what I want is what I get
Shoulda knownd it from the jump all that talk was just a front
Now you payin' for that lyin' see yo' ass in court next month

[Juicy J]
Pay you cheese I'll give you quarters I'll just wait for court to order
Mexico is where you'll find me somewhere round' the fuckin' border
Hangin' with the finest women, walkin' wit' a gansta limpin'
Drinkin' on a case of DP, goody green you know we wit' it
I done hustled worth a job and broke some back there wasn't no stoppin'
You dun did the clubbin' hoppin' and them pills you kept on poppin'
Now I see why you be freakin' now I know why you be geekin'
If you wanna give me reason catch me in that playa season

[CHORUS]

We up all night (we hip, we hip)
We high off that white
We smokin that weed (we hip, we hip)
Them eyes be tight
We drinkin them fifths (we hip, we hip)
We pimpin a bitch
Our grills are gold (we hip, we hip)
Our nose be (sniff)
We carried them glocks (we hip, we hip)
Our hustle is rocks
Consumers or junkies (we hip, we hip)
The blockies I start
If smaller or bigger (we hip, we hip)
We drinkin them triggers
Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta nigga

(DJ Paul)

I can't stand a sorry nigga tryna act like he tough
When he at the D&D he wanna act like he buff
On the parking lot he becking tryna act like he stuck
Showing out in front of hoes tryna act like he cut
If it's money lookin funny he goin act like he must
Tell his boys he made a stain meaning act like he bust
On a nigga on dem things meaning act like he touch
Said he missed em when he shot meaning act like he ducked
Met a super bad bitch he wanna act like he fucked
Said he got the chewing first he wanna act like she sucked
Ridin other niggas Rovers tryna act like his truck
Selling other niggas dope tryna act like his stuff
On them heavy niggas dick you better act like you up
He just a fagot pussy whip you better act like enough
Just because he just a lemon he a act like he us
Fallen weak for chicken women nigga act like you rough

(Chorus)

(Project Pat)

Triple six we don't like you hoes
And you know we quick to "blop blop"
We quick big creeping up foes foes
And you know we keepin that "glock glock"
We stayin riding in dem Chevvys
And you know and our pain is "flip flop"
We walkin right dead on your porch
And you know we ain't goin "knock knock"
You bitches better call the fuckin cops
Black Haven niggas acting up all on the fuckin block
We made it hot
We out the frame and niggas know it main
What's hard about it we so quick to do the damn thing
We bouncin bouncin, swanging swanging, and we can't be playing
My Cincinnati naughty niggas know what I be saying
We stayin representing the south wit golds in our mouth
These other boys off in this bitch know what we be about
We burning rubber leaving rubbers in his fuckin bed
To let him know that we been here and his girl been so bad
You fuckin round wit some pimps when you come down here
Be walking round wit a limp fuckin off down here
We gangsta niggaz

(Chorus)

(Gangsta Boo)

I be here nigga what
Riding ?
Partner smoking,crunking,funking in an overseas car
Ya'll don't know I be stepping
B-A-Z be repping
Always down to buck a sucker triple six my weapon
Bitch I'm a women I done paid all my dues
I done shot up niggas homes got they bodies on the news hoe
Stay smoking dro, stay studio bumped out
Mobbing wit them boys on that vay nigga blowed out
What you wanna do
Pimping Gangsta Boo
Bitch I'll fuck yo nigga and yo mutherfuckin bitch too
Coward sissy nigga you ain't know crazy lady got that doe
Riding Caddiliac on vogues yelling fuck you funky hoes
And I got my glock out ready to pop a bitch right in that grill
Tryna step up to me wrong that's what got yo ass killed
Never be a hesitater always ready to pull the trigger
Everybody wanna be a gangsta nigga
BITCH!

(Chorus)

(Feat. Tear Da Club Up Thugs, T-Rock)

(DJ Paul)
Yeah
HC mutha fuckin P nigga
Hypnotized mutha fuckin Mindz bitch
For you mutha fuckin rinky dink records up out there
Ya'll know who ya'll is, there's a bunch of you mutha fucka's
DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass niggas
T-Rock rock that shit fo these (?)

[Verse 1: T-Rock]
My house of representitives, be A town assassins
That'll cause a riot in any shape form or fashion
Run up in your grill, when attention who we blastin'
Now woo now we presidental thing, cause you was flashin'
We some alcoholic niggas, we cause depression'
A-tech in this mobb, niggas mashin' for cashin'
Amazed what we see the crooked police harassin'
All because we makin' cheddar other clicks are lackin'
Down for the cause, where you haters wanna brawl
Got my back against the wall, Hypnotized Camp I call
We some treal figgas', drug heal niggas, makin' (?) quicker
Livin' in the world where it's hard not to kill niggas
Enemies is layin', unless they hold in tight them brain cells
Sacraficein' every chick that they can make, because of fame mama
Clean till I'm gone, like I'm ridin on the chrome
Shakin' all the playa haters, soking knowledge in my dome

[Chrous:] x2
(DJ Paul)
The last boy, you gone hit this and feel me
Smilin' in my face, but you you really wanna kill me
Hail one of you niggas, wonna get some like that (some)
Hail one of you niggas, wonna get some like that (some)
The last boy, you gone hit this and feel me
Smilin' in my face, but you you really wanna kill me
Hail one of you niggas, wonna get some like that (some)
Hail one of you niggas, wonna get some like that (some)

(DJ Paul)
Ohhwee it's gettin' hot up in here
You mutha fucka's learned some technique yet nigga
I start this shit...changed the beat up

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Get back from me nigga here come lord your fuckin' nemesis
Back on your premisices, remember what I left on bitch
You hoes can't take me, you can't fake me
you can't make me, you can't break me,
Always shady, and I leave yo weakass (?)
I got no fears and no pain in my veins mayn
I been insane coming free in the black rain
You wanna step up to the mayn, well put yourself in danger
I'm like the ranger from the west and obsessed with anger
I hear the room was from consumers and this shit is funny
The niggas talkin' shit, it's niggas who ain't got no money
They make a sale off fuck a grip they askin never again
They make a sack a stick to bitch they askin never stick
They make a sack to spit this gangsta shit they'll never spit
So walk up faking feel the shackin' drowning in fuckin' piss
Trick yo' gossip, your like fossets so I let you leak
Lord is elitein' now I beat you like a hoggy beat

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Mayn you bitches got problems, let it be known hoe
This whoadie gone solve 'em, when it be one who
Fucking round wit grown men
That Hypnotized Camp
HCP we got that pump, cut up your fuckin' neck
Man I'm glad these niggas gonna the fuck up out the Posse Songs
Now I'm smilin in an (?) ridin on chrome
Singin'...No new niggas in our click we thick, we rich, we glist, we been
down for years

[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
I done been up on your corner, I done smoked up all they weed
I done hold down with your killas, I done corner them for there g's
Niggas talkin' bout yo ass, say you ain't nuthin but a bitch
Say you always claimin killa, but for real you suckin' dick
Yeah it's funny how it is to see a nigga in a thong
Get them glocks with the pop, you gone break yo ass and run
I ain't fuckin' wit yo kind and I ain't got no point to prove
Let yo legs move be a mutha fuckin best move..bitch

[Chorus x1]

What do we have here?
One very dead brotha, five gun shot wounds, four to the chest. Name was Tim or
sumin, recognize it from the neighborhood. Drug related.
Holding anything?
Found what appears to be 20 oz on him.
Kills him, but leaves the drugs.
Wasn't about tha drugs. Someone's sendin a message.
9mm.
Weapon of choice. Close range.
Yeah, too close for comfort.
Hey I'm headin back to the house, u want me to book those narcotics for ya?
Thats fine by me.
You start tryin to get statements from these people here, see if u can get an
eyewitness.
Ok.

[Lord Infamous - talking]
Yeah, Lord Infamous ,back in this thang, the scarecrow, keyser soze
You know in memphis, we got this lil saying, when somebody tryna cross then
flodgin, high cappin'
We got this lil thing we call OV nigga, that means its over

[Lord Infamous]
Fuck with this super thug and get drugged
Sweep your bodyparts under the rug
Burry this butcher knife deep in yo guts
Make you a nice warm blanket of mud
You fools aint learned to see the rear burn
Hollow point hit you so hard your body turned
You have been advised dont fuck with wise guys
Hypnotize Rydaz 4,5 clips surprize
I know your click is full of wussies
When you walk by you smell like pussies
You niggaz aint killa to fuck with godzilla
Monsters, Villans fo real and cap peelaz
Perpetrate ,tough ,and get fucked up quick
Whipped like a bitch and shot in the dick
Infamous, And your neck I will Squeeze boy
Come play wit me, ull see its OV, Over

[Hook x2]
Wanna run up on me its OV
Test the H C to the P its OV
Get these bullets on GP its On Me
Better drop down to your knees its OV

[Lord Infamous]
So all you niggaz join gangs because your weak alone
Catch you by yo self yo ass ol' get gone
Run up in the door high jack you in yo home
Tie your ass up and beat ya wit the phone
You dont wanna feel the force of the tone
Smack ya in the face and crack your jaw bone
Hit this cocaine and do yo ass wrong
Like a 1 in 1, put 2 to yo dome
Glock, Smith and Wessen, Luga and Rugaaa
Will make sure you have no future
Cock back the hammer and close your pupils
Lord wit the sword is very crucial
Hands in the air yo ass best not move
Dont make me walk on yo ass wit these boots
Lord of the hood, I got the crossbolt
Bulls eye bitch arrow in yo throat

[Hook 2x]

[Lord Infamous]
Beat,Rob, Break, Murder, Erase
Dont run, there-is-no-escape
Bullets-hit-you right in the face
Im-not-scared-to catch a case
Slugz, hoes, blood- all on yo clothes
Who'll die next
Nobody Knows
Insain- mane -takin a drain
Bitch I-will-empty-yo vains
I -do -not -feel -no- remorse
Blow-your-mammy ass off the porch
Slap-yo-punk-ass-all-around
You-got-2 days-to leave town
Niggaz-got-they-dick in the dust
Style-kick-and shot the fuck up
45s, 9s, and the grenades
Blow-yo-bitch-right off the stage

[Hook 2x]
OV Nigga, Over [4x]

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yah, she freaky, freaky deeky, didnt ya see her in a bikini
Porno movies we got plenty, and ya know they smoke them beenies
For this chick you might be feenin, for you birshes, might be
dreamin
If she stuck up, I'm like whut up? I ain't got nothin but lent
and pennies
Tell yo boyfriend cut the crap-and, heard he got that fire ass
capp-and
Always wearin that shiny white gold, tellin everybody its
platinum
Dont you groupies hate on Juicy, actin like you never knew me
I ain't the one be droppin dollars, I'm just out to get the
chewin
Now she f**kin one of my niggas, pimped the trick weak on the
trigga
Watchin us on BET and, chillin wit our nigga Tigger
Why they datin, I ain't hatin, got a call from Sally Payton
Now I'm gamin on this hi-zoe, took her out real latey latey
Pushin Bentleys, ridin caddy, when she see me calls me daddy
Heard she like to chief on chronic, roll it up and hit this Cali
You f**k my bitch, I f**k yo bitch, thats the way it is in
showbiz
Mane fa sho that freak you dont kiss, keep that spray for smelly
fishes

[Chorus]
I need a coach bag
Bitch you got da game wrong
I need my hair done
Bitch you got da game wrong
I wanna go out tonight
Bitch you got da game wrong
Mane thats just my friend

Bitch you got da game wrong
I need my car fixed
Bitch you got da game wrong
my baby needs some shoes
Bitch you got da game wrong
I wanna go out tonight
Bitch you got da game wrong
Mane thats just my friend
Bitch you got da game wrong

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Bitch, drop that purse like its hot, I'm pickin it up like its
not
Stayin fresh in brand new clothes, sponsored by my brand new
hoes
Keepin one on every block, she f**k up bust her head with glock
When I slam cadillac do's, 17 inch vogues
On the curb, sip and serve, ask a broad 'whats the word?'
Wrong answer mean as cancer when I'm on that f**kin bird
Runny nose and roastin hoes, kickin in them hotel do's
Gotta keep that paper right, up all night and hype off white
Big Bizness, Bizness Big when you talkin bout pimpin trick
Gotta keep an eye out for them bitches tryna pimp ya dig?
In the 2 thou, manne that shit done got so popular
Push a pimp like me way back like some backwards binoculars
But real pimps gon stay afloat like rubber ducks in white folks
tubs
Clouds creepin up above, smoke burnin from this bud
Bitch, feel it 'fore I deal it, hoe how you gon hustle me?
Im born and bred by HCP, I'll leave your blood off in these
streets! Beatch!

[Repeat Chorus]

[Hook]
'Cause bitch we shoot 'em first
We don't ask questions later
We're Triple 6, Triple 6 fuckin' haters
And it's on if you niggaz
Wanna bring it to the door
To you cowards in my face
I'm a treat you like a hoe

[Gangsta Boo]
Since you niggaz talkin' shit
About the dirty dirty six
Lemme see if you can bump out
And be featured on a hit
Radio the love my songs
Ballin' niggaz love my thongs
If you wanna go to war
I suggest you bring it on, nigga
I ain't no little girl
I been down in the streets
Remember me Hillcrest
Nigga reppin' BAZ
Shoot a finger fuck a spot
Niggaz drop, niggaz drop
But everybody in the club
Lookin' hard nigga he ain't hot
We be cold froze wrists
Got you bitches in a blitz
Mad 'cause I be hanging 'round
Them niggaz in the triple six
Bitches wanna say this
Bitch I ain't stuntin' you
I be on the charts blowin' up
Bitch look at you
Niggaz be mad
Actin' like some fuckin hoes
If you can't stand the truth
Nigga keep your eyes closed
DJ Paul, Juice Man
Crunchy Black, Lord Imfamous
I'm the one
Mrs. Crazy lady Gangsta Boo bitch

[Hook 2X]

[Crunchy Black]
Niggaz talk shit
Well they might as well talk shit
Talk this
When I bring that fuckin' chalk bitch
And put your body in a body bag or somethin'
And drop your bitch ass off in a river my cousin
You should've never played the dozens
With a nigga like me
It be C fuckin' B
And I'm hard to be
Niggaz talk a lot of shit
But I promise you dog
I'm a blast at your ass
And let the gun revolve
Niggaz always tryin' to be real hard
Niggaz always tryin' to pray to God
When they got their ass caught up in some bullshit
And that's some bullshit
You gotta finish it
You gon' remember this
Ain't no game I play
Poppin' shots at your ass
With the A fuckin' K
Nigga watch what you say
When you talkin' to me
Nigga watch what you say
When you talkin' to C

[Hook 1X]
[DJ Paul]
Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit [4X]

[Lord Imfamous]
My arteries pump acid
I love to pop that plastic
Life is filled with maggots
Nigga I let you have it
With automatic havoc
While faggots ride or tag it
Boy I'm psychopathic
Milli clips big rappin'
What I got for a mackin'
For funeral compassion
Better close that casket
When I hit for that stackin'
Wanna know the business
Stay out my fuckin' business
Gossip like some bitches
But y'all no competition
Better pay attention
I'll cook you like a kitchen
Diss and leave you missin'
And on a murder mission
Critical condition
Got plenty ammunition
Don't need to catch you slippin'
I'll fuck you up lil pimpin'
Lord have mercy hurt you with verses
Got you puntas rollin' in hearses
Hate the six we got platinum plus a
Your shit on shelves collectin' dust a

[Hook 1X]

[DJ Paul]
Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit [4X]

(Hook)
Dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis, dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet

(Project Pat)
Project Pat is in this mothafucka, I know niggas hate
I know niggas wanna see me some where starvin' for a plate
Cause they bitches like to talk about us like they lick our balls
I don't never call that hoe and she love my dirty draws
I'm a North Memphis pimp so you better recognize
Let cha' hoe suck my dick while I'm lookin' in her eyes
I know y'all be tellin' lies, lyin' on ya dick ain't real
Nigga say he fucked my bitch and he couldn't wait to steal
But it's all to the goody though cause she payin' me
Free fuck for a hoody hoe, never playin' me
To the curb with my Thunderbird while I'm smokin' herb
In the tub, playa rub-a-dub I just say the word
And her pussy'll open up like a says me
I'm the first in the hood to fuck so ya praise me
Off this bitch, I'ma check her butt, I ain't lazy
Made a housewife from a slut, is ya crazy

(Hook)
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis, dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis

(Ludacris)
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see that pussy biiiiitch
Come through with a donation that'll make you riiiiich
Bigger lips on a pussy, let me see it blow a kiiiiiss
In the back with the yac now they blowin' on Ludacriiiiis
I can see it in her eeeeeyes
Gave me the pussy for a burger and some friiiiies
And they always wonder whyyyyy
Cause I put em' in a room and get em' so fuckin' hiiiiigh
Luda, I'm so true to smokin' that stanky buddha
My panky shinin' with diamonds, my index on a Ruger
I wet these hoes in they seat so just call me Freddy Kruger
The Boogie Man, oogie, woogie, give me that oogah, boogah
You can't deny it, no passin' by it, you gotta try it
I'm number one, public enemy power gotta fight it
I got my gun and my identity started a fuckin' riot
We havin' fun, it's some Siminese pussy, like it, buy it

(Hook)
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet

(Project Pat)
You can get a room on ya free time, now that we alone
Tell that buster quit callin' you, turn off ya phone
It's the big dick monster, from the back puncher
Bang, bang, skeet, skeet, pull it out launcher
Juicy, juicy, fat, fat, cum run down ya crack
Man fuck a towel, I'ma let it shoot on her back
Ridin' Lac with the tv's, find a prostitute
Missy got this with ya bank, I'm gon' fuck with chu'
All in pursuit for a bitch with low self-esteem
(Man she say her pimp is a bitch), bitch what the fuck you mean
It could seem like I ain't strapped but it's in the holster
2-0-1 a revolvin' door or a roller coaster
Gettin' most of the game from these motherfuckin' jail walls
Hoes can't resist on these streets, hoes kissin' balls
Breakin' pimp laws, bitch that'll get cha' pimp smacked
You ain't got no cheese, oh that'll get cha' head cracked

(Repeated to fade)
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe

[Chours 2x]
Pass me da mutha-fuckin' blunt mane
Hurry up or else somebody's gonna get sprayed
Caugh and choke on the weed is just what I do
Caugh and choke on the weed is just what I do

[Crunchy Black]
Smoke dis, smoke dat, smoke weed, smoke crack
Everybody gettin' high, high off they fuckin' sac
Everybody know me, know me by Black
Black be smokin' weed mane, smokin' weed by da stack
Got dis, got dat, got swishers, got blacks
Got dat smoked out no doubt, bumpin' on the fuckin' track
Gonna get high mane, roll to get high mane
Smoke till I die mane, ain't no fuckin' thang
I'ma smoke till I die, I'ma break down that swisher
I'ma fill it up wit weed, I'ma blow it like a mista
Ain't no smokin' wit me mane, ain't no smokin' wit me mista
When you leave here dawg, you gone leave here in blistas'
You gone have to pull ya pistols because ya high and ya smooth
And ya think we mix our weed with some god damn eww (hey!)
You must be tootin', tootin' on that fruit in ya cell (man!)
Nigga the only thang I mix my weed with is god damn cell

[Chours 2x]

[Crunchy Black]
Here's a round a two a, what ya wanna do a?
Smoke that fuckin' weed, smoke some fuckin' budda
You might as well gone head suit up, What ya waana do a?
Break that fuckin' weed down, Put that fuckin' toot up
You knew a, I was comin' threw dis bitch
I been smoked out and loced out all day lil' bitch
I don't play lil' bitch, I get paied lil' bitch
Smoke weed and get high everyday lil' bitch, and don't play

[La Chat]
Was up nigga? Pass dat dope, gone get your smoke, I'm gone hit it
Get fucked up, we full a dat pure, I got my pure to go wit it
La Chat be gone up off dat dojer, great for bendin' my knees
I be so blink dat I can't think, mane I'm so full of dat weed
Wanna blow a gun? Hell naw, but you know I get smoked
mane fuck my nose, it is my lungs I'm tryin' to inhale when I smoke
I get a blunt, and then I dip it in dat (?) and I'm gone
I'm so fucked up, which way is which, don't know how da fuck I got home

[Chours 2x]

[Repeat threw chours]
Dat shit's some fire, dat shit's some fire

"It used to be an old conveinice borded up about ten years when I seen it i
knew it was as good as gold
most motherfuckas cant do what i did you know what the problem is with your
average motherfucka
that they fail to see the big picture all they want to do is ride around town
in a clean car buy some
expensive jewelry or a big bank roll they can show off to impress some bitch
but thats the short cheese"
(BIG PATS WORKER)

"The shawt chesse"

Artist: Three 6 Mafia f/ Project Pat
Album: Choices The Album
Song: They Don't Fuck Wit U
Typed by: Flaco520@hotmail.com

(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
Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X
Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck '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 fuckin' light, too fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 fuck wit you like ya fucked 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 fuck 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 fuckin' air
Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player
I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers
Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares
I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas 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 fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' 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

feat. T-Rock
[Hook]
ATL niggas (repeated throughout the song)

[Verse 1]
I'm on an everlasting money mission, million dollar premenition
Got my own coalition, pack my own ammunition
20's on the Lexus glisten, I'm driven to mob life
Hella niggas want me murdered, but cant do the job right
Razor blades, Ak's, and ask me do I carry them
Killin for a hobby like a medeival barbarian
Khen will the disaster stop? Never, nigga pass the glock
Illustrated killin live in color like its magnavox
Now I got em hot, from the plot to put the block on lock
Set up shop wit over 50, 000 dollars worth of rocks
Ammunition cocked, prepared to pop, Ill even shoot at cops
Stash away the heat and then retreat off in my drop top
Find yo own bizness, or the gat'll make yo clock stop
187 from the west and get yo f**kin block mopped
You gone have to tangle wit a Hypnotize, get suprised
Good for makin money off the shit to stay the f**k alive.

[Chorus]x4
Come smoke some herb wit me
Come flip a bird wit me
Step on the curb wit me
Come slang n serve wit me.

[Verse 2]
I only f**k wit real niggas, all the haters can burn in hell
If you aint affiliated, dont come wit packs to sell
Object of this hustlin is bubbling stacks of mail
Situations turn sour, rivals'll blast then bail
When I hit the block I'm seein J's, drivin insane
Crunker than Montana wit some anna for ounces of caine
ATL niggas blowin brains, simple and plain

Sippin golden grain, makin stangs, inflictin the pain
Smokin, gettin into it, livin ruthless, the feds are clueless
We the ones who keep the city crunker than engine fluid
Hypnotize niggas ridin vettes, sippin moets
Strapped up wit a vest and giant tecs to lower the stress
51 niggas got my back, so nevertheless
Ima get this anna off my chest and smoke on this cest
Puttin bitches on the track, when its a pimp in the flesh
Solid as a rock for advesaries who wishin to test
Repeat Chorus

[Verse 3]
My scandalous recipe make niggas be scared of me
If there has been treachery dont try to get next to me
Yo life is in jeopardy when f**kin wit family
We turn to psychotic crews and all of our insanity
Break bread off of greenery, releasin the steam in me
Keep me from the weapons, Ill be f**kin up the scenery
Deport bullets like immigrants, bitch niggas dont attempt to
flinch
Money is the motive, let my sinning end the innocence
Ima let the missile rip, ballistic wit hollow tips
You wont see me comin, keep yo fingers on the pistol grip
Smoke blindin my enemies, give em fearful tendencies
You can kiss they life goodbye when T-Rock hit the hennesey
I'm in it for the presidents, luxurious residence
Hooked up wit the camp, Ive been a mercerary ever since
Atlanta my stompin grounds, Old National's where I'm found
Moving bricks, and f**kin tricks, and smokin reefer by the
pounds!!!

ATL niggas (until fade)

[Hook - repeat 4x]
Do ya niggas want a war wit us
Do ya niggas want to get your head bust
I see them yorks in the sky raise em high raise em high
I see them tones in the sky raise em high raise em high

[Juicy J]
Yeah every time I flip the script
Niggas always talkin shit
Mad beacuase the cards I flip
Maybe he be struckin wit
I think he used to slang them rocks
Set up shop on this here block
Orange Bloosm apartment three
Niggas ain't even know me
Young and buck just full of beer
Drinking out my nigga Clair
Death is like we naver fear
Even if we know it's near
Stealing cars and rollin dice
Trying to dodge the Memphis vice
I'm telling all you young niggas
In this game there ain't no life
Mom told mo to stay in school
All I did was break the rules
Pop was preaching the word of God
I was busy actin' a fool
Mad with a fuckin mug
Loadin' up my 38 slug
Head spinnin' from the killing
And head full with nothin' but drugs

[Crunchy Blac]
Do ya'll niggas want a war wit us
Do ya'll niggas want a war wit us
In gats we trust
In heads we bust
See nigaas like us
Uh uh we can't be trust
We come to your crib
I mean we come to your house
We knock on your door
We put the gun in your mouth
We throw our sets
No disrespect
All we want is money nigga
Can you niggas get met
No game I play
Wit none of you hoes
Like the one in the chamber
Puttin bodies in holes

hook

[DJ Paul]
Now when they finally gonna learn about the Hav it's on
When these hip crisp niggas kick a hole in your door
Now bitch it's on cuz you fuvkin' with niggas that's strong
You damn near gone cuz I'm buckin' you bitches with tones
Never alone hoe I run with Triple Sizzix
No full clips hoe I'n leavein' them off in your chest
Can't waste no time cuz cuz I'm droppin' them dimes
That's why the Hypnatize is all about droppin' them nines
Up in your face you bitches are fake
I got some boys they ain't gay
But they knowin' to rape
A little cock sucka like you
Cuz I despite you
If you can't beat em'
You join the right crew
HCP nigga HCP nigga
HCP Hypnatize Camp Posse nigga

[La Chat]
Back up shit
You fuckin' wit some natural killas
Don't want to go to war wit us
We got a sniper to get ya
Hypnatize you ain't heard
We down for whatever
We buckin' bitches
Fuck you hoes
Cuz you ain't on our level
La Chat I clicked up with the right camp
ready to ride
You fuck wit one
You fuck wit all
We ain't scared to die
And we ain't scared to kill a nigga
On the pain we deliver
We chop you up
Don't give a fuck
And throw your ass in the river
I know you bitches know it on
When you fuck wit the click
I know you bitches know you gone
Whe you violate this shit
I'm tired of talking motherfucka
Time to show an example
It ain't no playin' wit ya hoe
Cuz that anna we handle yeah

[Crunchy Blac]
Do ya'll niggas want a war wit us

[Chorus 2x]
Mean mug niggas lookin and they hid from a smile
But inside blood cookin, got a problem wit my style
Click the click wit the clan, lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel

[Juicy J]
These snitchin niggas claim we dealin
Told the folks we pimpin women
But a nigga ain't gone livin
Locked up in a fed building
All in my fuckin face
All up on my fuckin case
Im about to take some names
Bodies gone get bucked and hanged
Haters we ain't barrin you
Yall done pressed the panic fuse
Nigga we ain't been cool
Never have I fucked wit you
Neither do ya fuck wit me
On yo deals, smoke yo trees
Playa Ima make yo bleed
For them Z's or them Ki's

[DJ Paul]
Now all these niggas downin me is some bitches
Mane I got models (Hoe)
I blow all of yo insides up out you and make you hollow (Hoe)
You smilin in my face but I'm knowin yo grin ain't good (Hoe)
I steady hear ya claimin but you ain't from my hood (Hoe)
The real BHZ niggas keepin they mouth shut (Bitch)
Aint spreadin no rumors or droppin salt up on a thug (Bitch)
Im knowin ya broke, but no excuses for actin like a kid
Never shot a gun, so how you thinkin you ready for war dig

[Chorus 2x]

[Gangsta Boo]
Why you bitches got your mug on me
Is it because I'm being me
Tryna protect yo image, nigga bust if you ain't diggin me
Bitch, I don't even like you mane, comin from lady gangsta mane
Cut yo CD off,step right in to my location mane
Memphis, Tennessee, BHZ, all up in my blood
Shake ya load off, why ya yellin quote unquote a thug
Nigga anyway, I don't dig niggas in denial
Wit ya fake smile, dirty nose, lady know the time
Why you in my grill playa, get the fuck away from me hoe
All my niggas be on blow, ready to snap you bitches throat
Yall be lettin these tapes fool you like I am joke
Watch me put you in a choke, never let you niggas go
Trick ass Biotch, listen close, do you feel its you
Do you feel its you, that I'm talkin to, what you gone do
Come and wreck my shit, I got niggas wreckin shit
I got Georgia boys ready to come up on a fuckin lick, Biotch!!!

Chorus 2x

La Chat:
So you call yourself a gangsta mutherfucka you bitch
La Chat I'm out here on the town, I do some real gangsta shit
You talk alot of shit killa can you back it up though
Them boys can't help you when I buck them hollow points at you hoe
Now have you ever killed a nigga, have you blew out his brains
Or have you cut the body up and fed your dog the remains
See scandalous is how I'm labeled, cuz I ain't takin shit
I be that bitch so quick to click, remove your face from your wig
Now if you wanna fuck wit me I'll take you bitches to war
Just leave ya place and address nigga, I'll be there at your door
It ain't no need yo mammy beggin way too late for the kids
I told you bitches from the jump, you shouldnt have did what you did
So whats up killa, shit, whats up whats up, I thought you was tough
Not tough enough, to drop on up, now I got that pump at your guts
So if you got your mug on me I'm takin that as a threat
La Chat gone ride down on you hoes and put that tec to ya neck, hoe

Chorus 2x

(BIG PATS WORKER)

Shit was goin down cool until some motherfuckers in masks start jumpin out and
shit

(BIG PAT)

how many was it ..how many was it

( BIG PATS WORKER)

man i dont know three maybe four motherfuckas

( BIG PAT)
you need to start gettin more specific motherfucka

( BIG PATS WORKER)

man there was three one of them was a bitch

(BIG PAT)
how the hell you know it was a bitch

(BIG PATS WORKER)

man she talked man i heard the bitch voice

(Lord Infamous)
Sound the alarm
Infamous comes
From the slums
Lookin' them done
Within' they pump
Cough the thoughts
Bitches are numb
Niggas they run
All of my guns
Droppin' a fuss
Filish the wound
Bitches are doom
At high noon
Billy the Kid
Splatter his wig
Without a clue
Niggas get blue
Off they shoes
What's up dead fool
I got my tools
Don't get the rules
It's up to you
What will you do
Here comes the rat
Here comes the tat
Hit 'em with bats
Chop off they ass
Blow up the gats
Don't hit a mack
Infamous packed
Down for a jack
Ready to buck
Wantin' to fuck
Testin' my nuts
You will get stuck
Down in the rut
Fillin' the slugs
Empty your gut
All on the rug
(?) dug
All on my mug
They will pay
When I'm comin' with the shanks
And my dank
And the chains

(Koopsta Knicca)
Fallin' up and down the street
Lookin' for some shit to creep
Niggas knowin' my bogus tags
And they pull up they gangsta setts
They knowin' bout my roll
Part of robbin' niggas who thinkin' they hard
And dumpin' trick in a ditch
That's my hobby cause I ain't ready
In the bushes where I hang
But you want to be a wild thang
And throw yo ass up in my face
Now I got your little monkey ass
No I'm not a scapula
So try to break it off with the rest of your dough
(?) the rest of yo bag
(???)
Which will die or bleed elite
Watch yo body hit the street
(?) they say where you lay
No one knows your damn face
But I do and that's a fact
Come play the game of pitty pat
I thought you on the railroad track
Slice yo head and leave you dead

Chorus
I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business
I ain't goin' bitch
Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be...

(Juicy "J")
Ain't no fuckin' negotiatin'
When the nines cocked
Don't get yourself in a situation
Straight to a pinebox
I think it's time for meditation
To all this crime stop
Three 6 known for demonstratin'
For makin' bodies drop
Sometimes it's like I'm in a movie
Like the movie Scream
These niggas don't say nothing to me
Cause I be lookin' mean
And if you stick a knife right through me
Cut through my bloodstream
You hoes ass niggas better kill me
Cuase fool this ain't no dream
I'm comin' for you like I'm crazy
Straight out the institution
Like a mafia member pay me
They know there nothin' to it
To leave my house lazy
And throw her in a sewer
The 97 you can't fade me
When I got something to do with it

(DJ Paul)
Now we got some killas in the house
When you claim you couldn't tell
Do I need to leave it here?
(buck, buck, buck)
To leave your ass convinced
Or do we need to put some kick dose on you fucky hoes
Mack 10's and 12's rebel
WE got this under control
And when we call this type of deal
It's a splash party
When them brains paint the wall
It's Dj Paully all off of ya'll
Watch me blas
Watch me grasp for this stash
Rip off this mask
I done got hotter hope it's all cash
And the n we hopin' in this essense
But throw them gats
The mask and sacks of cash in Juicy's Lexus
And now we goin' out own separate ways
We got six hundred and sixty-six ways to get paid

Chorus

[Project Pat]
Crusin' Farsier Blvd. Made a right on Hollywood mayn.
just bought a sack from the crest it's all good mayn
In the hood mayn its the project nigga rolla
nigga from the northside of mephis on dat dojah
Watch them rollers cause you know they out to catch a nigga
See me on them chrome thangs
then they wanna harass a nigga
pass a nigga by but the outer look don't get no hit
See they on a fashion when they tryin to look in my tint
project moving on cause I do not buy them pa pa's
just ran out of blunts so im pulling up at Barbara's
Little store Garcia blunts call up gangsta fred
Cold 40 ounce of bud ice my nigga whats next
staright to high park after dark breaking down the weed
curt and short hennesey and my nigga lil tyree
mayn we be on the purest chronic dog thats on the town
if you be thinking that we lying then you come on down.

[Chorus]
Ridin on Chrome,
and we smoking on some dope mayn. x8

[Project Pat]
15's 17's niggas on them twankies
riding through the town dog smoking on some stanky
indo-nesia bumpin out da kickbox
smoke out the sun roof
gat in the stash spot.
City hot, with that Zero tolerence thats bullshit
niggas still ride still cheif
and get full bitch
Fingernails split the blunt
tobacco out
in with weed
nigga like me
smoke an ounce down to the seeds.
certian weed sneak up on ya dog
hit ya like bull
most weed knock you on your ass when you take a pull
my shit get ya high bitch
make you wanna fuck
candy pearl white paint job mayn on Juicy's truck
freaky slut wanna fuck with us
but you get no props
eyes popping out ya head while you at the bus stop
bitches hate to now you know that thats a damn shame
M-Town players on chrome smoking dope mayn.

[Chorus]

Aye my nigga, with tha green hat. U need to shave my nigga. Ah my fault, I
mean with tha grey hat. Get yo muthafuckin shave man. Yo whats goin down?
Kings of Memhpis (yeah) Triple 6 Mafia Underground Volume 3 fo u jealous ass
bitchessss (sum mo hot shit!) its goin down, lemme get directly to tha point
here, (yesssir) Project Pat album underground album, in stores right now (rite
now nigga!) whats tha name of that junt? Mista don't playyyy. Nah, the
underground album... ah shit. I don't even kno tha name of it. What is it?
Murderers & Robbers! Murderers & Robbers, and tha new Project Pat album, uh,
uh, Mista Don't Playyyy gonna come out, tha Koopsta Knicca underground album,
Da Devil's Playground, in stores now. (ya'll kno wut time it is) When Tha
Smoke Clears, Sixty Six, Sixty One, with Sippin on Sizurp an all that shit (who
run it!) is in stores rite now... go get tha muthafucka! (yea) go get that
shit, and uh, kno wut I'm sayin, uh, look out for tha movie, Choices, and tha
soundtrack, that
shit gonna be, blazin! thats comin out, like uh, this year. right before
December or wuteva 2000. And tha La Chat album, Murder She Spoke (wooo man) be
comin out like either tha endin of this eyar or beginnin of nex year (that shit
gonna be like ahhh fuck) and its goin down, Triple 6 Mafia, the Kings of
Memphis (of the M-Town) tha real kind of Memphis (let u muthafuckas kno who run
it) and its goin down, kno wut I'm sayin? Holla at cha Niggaaaa... tell yo
baby mama to call me, foo! Hit me on tha two-way! Hahahaha, bitch, bitch!
that corn bread eatin ass ho! Hahaha