[Intro] {How many, how many talk that shit} [repeated throughout the intro] Three 6 Mafia Frayser Boy Yeah, yeah it's going down You know what I'm sayin'? A lot of times we use the word bitch That goes for niggaz and hoes Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullshit Here's what you do
[Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)] Put your foot up they ass (what) Foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad Put your foot up they ass (yep) [2x] And tell that hoe (Don't violate me hoe, don't violate) [4x]
[DJ Paul] Now niggaz man they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy You boys is fakers, nothin' but carbon copies When we step up in the club, niggaz they play dead 'Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some motherfuckin' hugs Y'all niggaz nicer than grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this bitch WHAT!
[Juicy J] I aint playin' wit' you niggaz I'll put my hands on you niggaz My foot will stand on you niggaz I thought you knew we pull triggers So why you testin' me bitches You must be tryin' to get stitches All on your forehead, you're cold dead For fuckin' wit' pimpin' I'll take the back of a gun Hit you, you startin' to run Split you wit' two fuckin' halves You mad runnin' your tongue I ain't no hoe that be likin' Bustin' and fightin' and bitin' I'm like a Tennessee Titan Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' bitch!
[Hook]
[Crunchy Black] See I'm quick wit' the pistols Shootin', ain't missin' If I catch you slippin' then I'm going to get you mister I ain't gon' miss ya I'ma go and split ya No evidence, witnesses, no pictures Talk that shit bro Told you I'ma get ya Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol Yea' I do it big, shit I'm playin' wit' your sister Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard
[Frayser Boy] Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath Fuckin' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death Real niggaz, yeah we is, you can come and find out Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what my mind 'bout Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone 'Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it's on Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy's ten toed Leave his ass in the past nigga like Nintendo, whoa
[Hook]
Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
