[Dj Paul:] Three Six Mafia, you scared 2003 six is goin down
[Intro] You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys
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[Dj Paul] Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up Means I bees the first up on the block I guess to rack it up Pocket full of stones oh boy I gotta track it up Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me wanna keep it up Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough Wishin I could rob me a bank but I ain't theif enough I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough That is bout the time I get my back then I need it up Time to find another boy time I gettin a rita
[Chorus] I think I got them scared I think that they scared of me I think you bitch you scared I think that they scared of me I think I got them scared I think that they scared of me Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys
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[Juicy J] Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock Stand infront of your house I'm bout to buck you cowards on the spot Heard you talkin loud at the tuff I guess to gang your pops Man this ain't no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off Pass me the gun I take the handle then saw it off Bust in the bank and make you faint before I knock it off Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law I see them fuzz I see we won cause I won it all So fucken scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh But we don't care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall Buckin you blastin you watch you splatter on the fucken wall
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[Lord Infamous] Creepin carefully through the street because it very real in the field Ain't no love for pity ain't nobody cut you no deal Everyone I know they do whatever just to get a meal Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal Careful of the company you keep everyone a treal Cause when robbas mobbas double jaw just to bust appeal You got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field Guess what I don't hang around the brothas so so mass a gil
[Crunchy Black] Crunchy Black in this bitch I'm bout to bring the pain Ain't no gang in my slang do you understand Mess with me then your messin with the grownest man Where I'm from from the slum niggaz shootin a thang On the run now you see me in the papers man They was tryin to stop a nigga from doin his thang Cant ya mug is the song that I'm singin man Hypnotize got me gold diggin for the chain
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