[Crunchy Black] What happened? Keep goin. Ya you sissy ass muhfucka!
[Chorus] I bet you won't Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (Bitch!) Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker I, I, I bet you won't Push a motherfucker, (Hoe!) push a motherfucker (Hoe!) Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker I, I, I bet you won't Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (Bitch!) Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker I, I, I bet you won't Push a motherfucker, (Hoe!) push a motherfucker (Hoe!) Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker I bet you won't
[Juicy J] This ain't no game we bring the pain So don't you niggas trip (yeah don't trip) Fall in the club with all them thugs And 'bout five extra clips (five extra clips) Deep always deep is how we comin' cause we ain't no joke (ain't no joke) So when you hoes talk all this shit We gonna cut ya throat (cut ya throat foo) And let you choke not out the door the Three 6 Mafia game (ready for war foo) Now I was pullin' a fucking gun We out so throw them thangs Don't hit that white And wanna fight act like you crazy mayne [DJ Paul]-(yeah, bitch) We know you niggas just some hoes We lettin' our nuts hang
[Lord Infamous] I wanna crack yo mind I wanna get you hypnotized cause yo this scarecrow Keep a mystic type of biz in every rhyme You may not cap to the s's Cause we young my time my flex It's the futuristic and artistic mega plisto plex I rack up many shots cause on my run colegri pop I make sure that they get so wild they bustin' caps up on the spot All around the planet rock the ghetto clocks don't stop My nigga gotta take a deep breath and keep on blowin' 'til they drop
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[DJ Paul] We ain't gon' stop until some down people die up in the audience Word up, push 'em to the floor Put yo foot in his guts a sample, watch a fool get trampled Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so security can't handle The crowd they gotta bum rush before a few gonna get crushed Crush crush, we got it buck buck (The Three 6) And when the show's over I wanna see nothin' but bodies On the floor, and they got no Three 6 probs (Surprise)
[Crunchy Black] I heard, through the streets, that a nigga, had said, somethin' about that nigga I think his name was Crunchy Black But I walked, up to, his house I knocked up on his door When he came to the door then I hit him in the mouth And I knocked him on the floor Then I hit him and hit him some more Then I told that fuckin' boy Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of them motherfuckin' prophet boys Cause them prophet boys, we hypnotizin' all of ya'll Gonna tear a rope around yo throat and drag you like you want
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[Gangsta Boo] Why you smilin' in my face Why you talks behind my back Hittin' you up hittin' you down when I starts to attack Never can't be faded Cause this lady roll with right click Now I'm talkin' shit Call me misses mobb bitch Smokin' automos all you hoes boutin' my damn self Never hangin' with you skanks Cause I'm bad for yo' health Playa haters out yo' stars pullin' cars 'bout yourself Leave you stankin' like some farts under the sheets hold your breathe (WHAT!)
[Koopsta Knicca] See my cell is with them rebar,? ?but look at thee with these naw (naw)? Naw naw that be my piece out on that block wood? from ?estaysah? See I called up them niggas operatin' tellin me they was stressed with you up on that house that up in here Looking out there See a tattle always tells, ?well freezies always smells? Mayne mayne don't listen to ya'll yeah we just thank these boys in jail Say, all she really cares 'bout her hair Here she thinks she stabbs a rope around a hoe's mouth Motherfuck with a dyke you betta doubtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
