[Intro] Yeah!! Hypnotize Minds! Three 6 Ma-fi-UHH! Yuh~! You niggaz wanna motherfuckin play nigga Don't go by the Terrance playin no motherfuckin TV show or movie nigga Lookin to test me sucka? I'll show you niggaz where motherfuckin tears come from nigga From the motherfuckin haze of these niggaz guns right here boy! It's goin down!
[Chorus - 2X] I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I hate to be FUSSY, I said I hate to be FUSSY I said I hate to be FUSSY, I swear I hate to be
[Verse One] Come one come all, to the Hypnotize gun show Young hoe, gun let go, I've been gung-ho Run yo' click clean out of that shit Did they forget, or did they not know who they was fuckin with? D Paul, Three 6, king of this Memphis shit Any nigga think otherwise they need to stop it Prayin when the red tape'll introduce a faker to they maker Call me The Undertaker for haters causin vapors And you can catch a hot one, I got plenty of 'em They called bullets and they burn just like a oven You know we can do it however, it ain't no use to play Fire on a nigga like they used to say, YUH!
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[Verse Two] Coward niggaz ride 20 niggaz deep With a piece, underneath the seat, make 'em think they street I don't need nobody else, whup you by myself One on one, leave the guns at home, keep 'em on the shelf But you cain't, cause you need a crew, extra fist or two Only one, might really shoot, but that is not you And you show out, try to buck, make 'em think you tough Been to jail about a couple times, I guess that puffed you up If you real nigga what the deal? Take some weed or pills Maybe thinkin get your confidence up, tell 'em how you feel You a Jew, and a fuck nigga, cain't stand yo' grind But you walk around, fake-ass frown, but I know you're a clown beotch!
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