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In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers
formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds - they're asking if you have any leads or any information about where these rappers may be Please contact 528-CASH [Hook: Juicy "J" - repeat 2X] Yo mami an yo pops man they 'bout to find yo body The snitcher and the cops man they 'bout to find yo body The ambulance and morgue man they 'bout to find yo body Lay out on the floor man they 'bout to find yo body [Crunchy Black] One, two, here I come foo Three, four, kickin' in the door Five, six, rob a nigga quick Seven, eight, get away straight Throughts cut guns shot, wounds broke bones Plagues diseases warclones and ozones Playa depleting, go a heating, west now Everynight on the news under the murder trails [Project Pat] He grew up as a rowdy motha fucka, he didn't give a shit Give my black ski mask and gun and a doh to kick Grown watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin You know Project Pat is there your nigga down to make some fizz [DJ Paul] From the uterus to the funerals I'ma keep my crown Bitch I ain't from England But my money still come in pounds Lost a couple of members for the better Still we hold it down, meet up on the Bees on the ground from a .40 round put 'em down [Hook 2x] |
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[Chorus]
WOLF, WOLF! All you want, run your mouth in the street But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me I don't give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me [Verse One: Lord Infamous] Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped If crunk was a .44 this be the pump Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump 'Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump So rush them to the left, push them to the right Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads Rush 'em up, push 'em grab 'em and slam 'em Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer! Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch We ain't satisfied 'till a nigga leave paralyzed Underground out warning out it's the Hypnotized Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage! [Chorus - 2X] [Verse Two: Juicy "J"] ["North, North" repeated through the entire verse] What the fuss about? Is it cause a nigga got dough? What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes? Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back" If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad If I get your brains blow out, then they crying TV's as they bump off in the rear, then they dying I close a lot of doors I pimp a lot of whores I fuck your main gal and she's down on all four I'm straight from the North I'm down to the core It's in my fucking veins, and it sweating out my pores [Chorus - 2X] [Verse Three: Dj Paul] They never take me alive, I'm getting high with my .45 Stash in my ride, watching haters in they eyes I rather go in a blaze then be taken by some bitches I seem I'm doing better since I got away from snitches I'm the rawest, quick the break the lamest Really all they saw is how quick I broke his rawest Your dog DJ Paul AKA the K.O.'Em (Memphis) Slap naggers in they mouth cause they act like women We out the fucking frizame, we're off the fucking chizain I keeps me a tone, don't you dare step to me mane I lives in the south where them thugs outta control You look off in they mouth you see a whole lotta gold I love to load clips, I love to shoot guns I love to load bullets in they back when they run These niggaz talk shit around they click just for fun But see 'em in the streets the motherfuckers play dumb, nigga! [Chorus - 2X] |
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| 4:33 |
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[DJ Paul Talking]
[Verse 1: DJ Paul] I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it But yall ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic glocks And please don't try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis) H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you That ain't what they really mean The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement Nigga [Chorus: DJ Paul] Why yall Test My Gangsta These bitches Test My Gangsta [Repeat 8x] Cuz it's on now Nigga yeah it's on now [Repeat 4x] [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun Blow out ya lungs Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son When you see me coming, better run for fucking cover bum (BLITE!) AK, SK, .44, Tre-8 This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat And ya on the ground bro', with your fuckin' shirt soaked Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a nigga out his clothes Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe So if you think ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and test the waters You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed [Chorus] [Verse 3: Crunchy Black] Why you niggaz wanna test my gangsta? Don't make a nigga run up and shank ya Or put some cement in yo shit and sank ya Or make you shoot yourself and then I'm thankin' ya Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya cuz Get nothing from me, but gangsta love No testin' me my nigga, have you laying in blood Or dig you a grave, cut ya bitch ass up [Verse 4: Juicy-J] (Yeah Hoe!) [repeated throw the verse] You niggaz be trying to test, I ain't no slouch I squeeze my fuckin' fist, my nig', I break the law I call out a hit my nig', I make the fall The handle with the bloody trig', is all they saw 'Fo yo ugly face was down, on the ground A barrel pointed at your frown, with hollow rounds I bet ya wanna run and shit, it's too late now You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown Bitch! [Chorus] |
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| 5. |
| 5:00 |
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[Juicy J talking]
Mane check this shit out we was up in Chicago right With my nigga big hamp, you know what I' saying? The nigga pass me a blunt Like smoke this shit nigga this some bin laden weed Y'all don't know nothing bout this shit down south What the fuck is bin laden weed its three different Kinds of weed all grown together that shit some straight killer Them Chicago niggaz named that shit bin laden mane some straight fie [chorus 4x's] Who got that hydro Who got that light green Who got that Bobby brown Who got that laden weed [DJ Paul] I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang around my hoe Sometimes I feel like I got to get high to hang round niggaz I know I sped it up on weed I slowed it down on snow Cause I seen somany niggaz fall off that blow One day they got it all and aint got shit to show So I came to my natures I had to cut that hoe So know I'm feeling happy I'm on that binny bin laden And niggaz is acting like they don't know what the fuck just happened My vision getting blurry I'm about to fall asleep Or am I dying I need to eat cause this some poutin weed My life start flashing like holograms like right in front Of my own face I never felt this way on one blunt I see my son gaining life and my dad losing his And old girlfriends and niggaz I shouldn't hung with The picture starting to fade its getting hard to breath I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve [Chorus 4x's] [Juicy J] Well since I'm on bin laden let me tell you a story Bout these three pussy rappers who couldn't do nothing for me Gave a whole lot of cheese said I fucked him his shit Smoked a whole lot of weed so he seem to forget Who bought trunks and you cars gave you bitches and hoes Who told you ass to take a bath when you thought you was raw Mane I tell you he a killer when we talk on the phone When you see him face to face he'll leave you alone That's why I'm smoking on this fucking bin laden All my niggaz in the hood they got it Take one little puff you a addict Take a gun to the head means tragic Boy I tell you like this we can smoke it anywhere In front of police station with a six pack of beer Seven a.m. in the morning just watching people stare Let 'em point them damn fingers say they wild over there [Chorus 4x's] [Lord Infamous] Ey ey its glowing like its indigo I smell it through the bag I'm floating like a magic carpet straight from bagdad From my brains from my blood from my lungs from the dutches Cant just let this reefer just escape from my a conscious Cause its the substance I'm loving I'm buzzing Smoking like a narven huffing and puffing Came from the Indonesia, Colombian or kaliman Or its by the welfare straight from the taliban [Crunchy black] Do you remember me from smoking good weed Break it down roll it up give it the indo need Do you remember me from no sticks no seeds Or you remember me from putting you on this laden weed Get yo funds together and come go and see I'm gone take you on the strip where bin laden be This one blunt action you'll have to smoke and see Have you choking, falling out with your family [Chorus 4x's] |
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| 6. |
| 4:10 |
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[DJ Paul]
This for all my players out there ridin'... spinners I don't care where you at, the club parking lot The express way, whatever What I want you to do right now is just STOP And let em' keep spinnin' man [Hook 2X] I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners I'm rolin' [DJ Paul] Pedal to the metal then STOP, [Brakes] Take another sip from the syrup then STOP [Brakes] Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP [Brakes] See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP [Brakes] My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they got asthma Older people trippin' cause they think they seein' thangs My car sittin' still but my rims still rolin' man, they off the chain [Juicy J] Everybody let ya spinwheels spin like a spinmill Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville See them thangs shinin' sparkin' like a diamond Bumpin' the Alpi-ne, why you's a lyin' Eyes like a Chinese, I'm drinkin' on the Heiny I'm ridin' on the strip, any party you can find me You rollin' with the finest, the North Memphis highness You ball till ya fall, till a player aged ninety [Hook 2X] [Lil' Flip] I got twenty inch spinners on my drop [Brakes] Nothin' but white and yellow rocks in my watch [Brakes] I'm doin' one-fifty so I'm watchin' for the cops [Brakes] Since I'm in the Lamborghini I ain't gon' stop [Brakes] I'm packin' a glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust And down here we drink purple (And we drink that Tuss) So grab a cup Juice so I can pour ir up And if you represent yo hood, go on throw it up It's the L-I-L F-L-I-P If I ain't smokin' trees, I'm pokin' freaks So throw the row of keys and let me roll Cause this the way we ball, I'm just lettin' you know We like our music slow but our cars go faster I'm in the V-12 with my cousin Big Shasta I'm Lil' Flipper and I'm a top ten seller Everybody slowin' down cause my drop is yellow [Hook 2X] [Lord Infamous] I saw my dog with the center circles so I [Brakes] They spinnin' like a saw so don't touch em' when I [Brakes] I saw a shanky broad that owe me money so I [Brakes] See me choke the hell up out my broad when I [Brakes] When ya stand by the blades you can feel a slight breeze Stop by House of Dubs just to keep em' on clean Fell up in the Peabody, the most expensive suite Them thangs still spinnin' when I filled out the receipt [Crunchy Black] I used to be clean in my Expedition A girl see me and she'll be wishin' That I'd stop and spit some pimpin' It's mackin' in me baby, I just thought I would mention She got hot like in the kitchen You see my kin folks, cars, and glisten Ain't nothin' like Sprewells cause they spinnin' It's CB baby I'm just in it to win it [Hook 2X] |
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| 3:57 |
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[Project Pat - on the phone]
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North" Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be Handle that shit [Project Pat] Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt Saw my victim caught me one slippin' On the side of the club takin' a pissin' No mask on face I didn't really need it He can be damn fool and he'll get heated Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar No one saw me made clean getaway That means that I still live to get paid Late night, all night jackin on the spizot Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot [Hook: Crunchy Black - repeat 2X] (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks up A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope A nigga gotta try something [Juicy "J"] I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head Told the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the news nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube most wanted for a felony I should have stayed in class I was a stupid as nigga I didn't even wear a mask [DJ Paul] I guess you know by now the BHZ do not play My pussy valley are down and gonna spray They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes and have you runnin round like college girls exposed My Tulane niggaz you knowin' they stayin' strapped beside DJ Paul they put The Haven on the Map But it's too many hoods in The Haven to claim so we gon all bring guns we gon' all bring pain. [Hook x2 (Crunchy Black)] [Crunchy Black] You can do what ya do to keep ya ass in it's CB and mane I ain't playin Wit pistol in my Muthafuckin right hand I'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandin me muthafuckin money out ya fuckin pockets give me them rings and that fuckin' watch n you betta listen up before I start poppin it's me again I'm constantly robbin [Lord Infamous] Slap on his block wit the glock and lock'em down to the rocks fiendin' for his knot in his pocket strip him down his socks, grab and feel this 44 hopin' steam right off this scope and I let him smoke If I go in ya pockets and ya broke ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my hood on ya twankies now ya gotta drop off them bitches and that ring on ya pankies either ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a buck shot shower |
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The money I made didn't change me, nigga it changed you I stayed the same through my wealth, but take a look at you Back in the days I went to school wit ya, too cool wit ya But seems like now I can't fool wit ya [DJ Paul] Back in the days I went to school wit ya (Ya hear me) Like blood brothers I was cool wit ya (Ya feel me) I remember times I carried tools wit ya (I clapped) But now days I can't fool wit ya (I swear) You said I started to act funny (I can't see it) Since I made me some money (You believe it) It wasnt no problem when I gave it to you (I know) But since I quit I'm in the wrong to you (Thats low) It ain't my fault that I kept chasin my dreams You claimed you couldnt see the woods, because of too many trees (You dummy) And dispite impossibilities (You know) I turned to all impossibilities (For sho') But that ain't keepin it real in yo mind (I see) I gotta feed yo family and mine (Nigga please) I hate so bad that can't keep pleasin (Keep Samplin) I guess everything happens for a reason (Shit happens) [Chorus] [Chrunchy Black] I can't call you everyday, I got studio and shows You always want some money but ain't never wrote no flows You think I gotta put you in all our videos And every time I buy something you want some C notes You think you outta quit your job and come and work for me So you can sit on your ass and get paid for free So if you sit down and give this shit a little thought You the one thats actin funny so I cut your water off [Juicy J] Some people hate that Project Pat and Juicy J on the spot We pay cash for our cars that we push off the lot Back in |
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| 3:28 |
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me If I would let her shoot, she'll count up this cheese for me It's going down like I knew it would We gon' keep on makin money cause this honey is good [Juicy J] I need a down ass chick, thatll roll wit the clique For the dope sale, bank robbin, cock it back and buck up on a bitch Kidnap vamp, leave a busters body, in a ditch Take the charge for you, always drinking liquor Stayin lit, when we in the bed, baby girl can ride Like a champ, give a playa head, lickin on my thang Like a stamp, if I had that I wouldnt trade anything For her she my main girl, main dog, thats my name, Paul [DJ Paul] Now I can't say that I love her, but I got some love for her She showed me, she was bout a haul before I really knowed her I schooled her bout them glocks, I schooled her bout them rocks I told her how to hold a spot when I was off the block She kept it hot, as soon as I stepped in the house she had my money spot Plus a dro blunt rolled up with a syrup lollipop The hood tried to holler everyday but it ain't nothin She down with the King but I still love a ghetto ass chick [Chorus] [Crunchy Black] This one here for the old lady but not dissin this time This for when you took the charge when I commited the crime I was out there super high playin mister crash dummy You put up all my money, didn't take nothing from me Always found your boy a lawyer when I caught me a case Paid all my fines and kept up with my court dates And even though I gave you hell with all these other lil broads You always came and made my bail when I broke the law The only one thats reliable the one thats dependable Keep you by my side these other fools is suspendable I ain't forgot when I was out there hurt for some cash You never mind takin your last, on out the stash Always tried to give me the last up out your purse Always tried to get my ass to go on and go to church I couldnt pay you back even if I had to Hard on these fools but I'll never be to hard on you [Chorus - 2X] |
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| 3:04 |
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[Chorus]
I like the way she shake dat jelly, jelly, jelly jelly, jelly, jelly; jelly, jelly, jelly I like the way she work dat jelly, jelly, jelly jelly, jelly, jelly; jelly, jelly, jelly Where my double Ds at? Where my D cups at? Where my B cups at? Where my C cups at? Where my double Ds at? Where my D cups at? Where my B cups at? Where my C cups at? [Juicy J] Lil' mama so fine dancin' with them big titties Every nigga wanna save her, every nigga wanna hit it I'ma take her to the movies, I'ma buy her popcorn I'ma rub on her booty, I'ma try to pop on Why you tryin' to act stuck up? Thats fucked up mane I'ma tell ya shut the fuck up, or what's up mane Ain't the kind that like to show out, like I got cash I'm the kind that'll step up, and smack that ass She like to move that body, she can groove that body She the finest motherfucker I done seen in the party I don't know if she got weed, but it's cool with me I can tell she real ghetto and I love a freak Probably got a boyfriend, spendin' all his dough Why he standin' at the bar, she be on the floor I'ma go and make my move, I got nothin' to lose Cause I'm a pimp tight nigga from my head to my shoes Yeah [Chorus] [DJ Paul] Seein' some big thangs, layin' all in my frames I think I'll leave with two cause this clubs off the chain Where my double Ds at? Where my double Ds at? Where my bad bitches with the nice Bs and Cs at? You better believe that If you really bout some business let me squeeze that Your pussy print fat, I'll like to see my dick in that In and out, in and out, up and down, up and down Let me dig in that, dig that [Lord Infamous] You're so explicit when you're licking with your lipstick on my dick (dick) I sit back watching you rubbin' your fingers through your clit (clit) I really wanna rip this little nasty broad apart (part) On ecstasy she talkin', sexin' me, my dick on hard (hard) Me and C already zooted when we walked up in the place (place) Bitches running up in bunches bending over in our face (face) And we always going to go at three or four, to the more Get them full of blow, make them them touch their toes, fuck them in the throat [Crunchy Blac] I like when hos shake that ass I like when hos love to make cash I like when hos put it on your ass I like when hos take me to your stash So don't you get mad, when she bring that All that cash, that she grab from your ass, maggot ass I rob with a ho, and sell her bitch ass [Chorus] |
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| 4:47 |
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Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch! Let's start a motherfucking riot in this hoe! [Repeat 4x] [Verse One: DJ Paul] Yeah, yeah, yeah, fucker, yeah You got to be the weakest hoe in the world You move all the way to Memphis from [gunshots] (Atlanta) 'Cause you were scared like a little girl Little sorry broke bitch ass nigga You ran your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggaz You landed in the "M" and saw your life was in ruins By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing? I thought you we really quick to kick some ass down here Memphis, Tenn. I'll take the base out of it and say so clear Then you move back to [gunshots] (Atlanta) and got your shot up While you were driving you living a life of hell I guess you wanted to be so much like your favorite rapper That you even try to die like your favorite rapper At ninety pounds you're too small Look all the trouble you found You've done fuck around and find yourself under the ground I wanted to get in that ass so I invite you to a show But you's a ho because your ass didn't show you ain't buck bitch! [Chorus 4x] [Verse Two: Lord Infamous] This right here won't stay quiet It might strike up a riot Everytime we bump this shit somebody up in here die The dangerous Hypnotize is from the deadliest Minds We are the rowdiest of hypnotists out here you will find You better fuck with your kind You do not want none of mine We're the funkiest, bumpiest out on the grind This is one your sitting in your junk get ya crunk We're the specialist Triple six out on the funk So hit the floor and give |
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| 4:31 |
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[Chorus]
I got them rainbow colors in my cup Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed) That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed) [Verse One: Lil' Flip] Sippin on syrup cause I love to lean I'm high as fuck cause I'm puffin green And I got more enfedimines then Eckers and Walgreens I get high, as I park my, park my drop on the curb I'm smokin on that blueberry yeah I gots that good herb And when you come to H-town just hit me on the phone (Hello) And I'ma come and pick yall up and we gone smoke and zone (Where yall at) Cause you know I got that good weed and I got that purple drank Its one twenty for an eighth and two forty for a pint I got money in the bank so I ball like that Got 20's on my car, on my car like that Hit them all like that we ball like that I'll fuck yo hoe and wont call her back That's how we do it baby I gotta keep it real Oops my bad I'm like bumby I gotta keep it trill And I dont pop no pills I drop, I drop my trunk So you can see my neon light and hear them speakers bump (Boom-Boom) They call me Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip) I'm leanin to the left I'm like the yin-yang twin, sippin this sippin this syrup by myself [Chorus] I got them rainbow colors in my cup Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed) That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed) [Verse Two: DJ Paul] I'm zoned up and seein double Plus everything that I seein is already double So that's like four of you motherfuckers I'm leanin like I'm standin in a muddle puddle And berry, berry, got me wantin a hashbrown ounce this ounce this huddle I let the seat back in my lac and take another sip Then screw the top off of my bottle take this blunt and dip Off in the syrup, my nigga ask me help me, help me for I said you really wanna get high then this here will serve What them girls really know about that yellow tuss, tuss Or them rainbow colors all mixed in a cup Thatll make your dick hard when you ready to fuck I bet your momma told you bitch you better not fuck wit us We some cool type niggaz, all we do is smoke And we sip on syrup, sittin on the front porch Till we get real dizzy fall down on the floor And if I get myself dippin, dippin on somemore [Chorus] I got them rainbow colors in my cup Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed) That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed) |
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| 3:53 |
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[Chorus 1 (2x)]
Gator Boots and the suits is the clothes Like a pimp Keep the money not folded in a roll Like a pimp When I see you bitch you better have my dough Like a pimp Reach Back Like a pimp Slap the Hoe [Juicy J] Now I ain't Don Juan with the magic wand wand but I can break a bitch for the cheese and the funds I don't have to use a gun or even make the hoe cum if a nigga go to jail then a bitch make bond while you shakin that ass in the shake john john I be sittin in the back rollin big blunt blunts let me know when you off to collect my money If a nigga can't get it then a nigga will hunt Cause playas like me don't see nothing funny bitch better have my motherfucking money black eyes and bruisin up a face I den done it to let her know these bonified pimps who run it She make a G a night but she told me 200 but that's what I get fuckin wit a snow bunny I told her like this ask that nigga you be callin police found a body that very next morning [Chorus (2x)] [Pimp C] Smoking on the dro Young R-uin pimpin for my paper and I'm looking for the chewin' bitch I got to do what the fuck I got to do sippin' pop pills smoke good and bank spru' stupid pussy niggaz acting all brand new when they get some money that's what fool boys do I ride in the side get high in the side grip on the granny get plenty good miles from them deep suckin' hoes with a mouth full of gold she playin with her nose but she suck a mean hose I can't even lie like a ghetto ass bitch is down for her daddy aint scared to break a trick a yellow ass, switchin' fast, suckin' while a pristic ass in the six, breakin' bricks, ballin' in the fucking mix Pimp C, bitch you can't act like you don't know get down on your knees like a top notch hoe...hoe...hoe...hoe [Chorus (2x)] [Project Pat] I like to kiss that weak gal moving tongue with the head Kind that have a young nigga sprung out in the bed Kind that make a motherfucker toes curl to his legs And that tell any motherfucker just what she did Play-a, can you dig, as she'll stroke the esophagus She can beat the stick or big ass hippopotamus aint no fuss plus her mouth open and dicks in Project Pat came to get the cat and I'm in the benz [DJ Paul] see I'm a pimp playa, hoes, lay her money make a bitch break her first take her find me a good worker like a navigator drop the slut on a corner with nothing but baby wipes keep that pussy clean and Imma see you later on tonight first I went and got the hoe, then I started to work the hoe off the whammi got a grammy just the way she brought me though then she went and bought some more all I want a block a yo keep your boy dro, blood, and some drank waitin' at the door [Chorus (2x)] Reach Back...[5x] Like a pimp Slap the hoe Reach Back...[5x] Like a pimp Slap the hoe |
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| 2:33 |
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[DJ Paul]
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin' I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin' From the bay by the b-ball piece, when you see this nigga You know what I'm sayin', I want y'all to whoop his bitch ass Man you know what I'm sayin, beat his motha fuckin ass To the ground like a motherfucker man fuck this bitch ass [Juicy J] See this how ass kickin' get down, your boys get (Beat down!) Your bitches get (Beat down!) Your brothers get (Beat down!) Your mothers get (Beat down!) Your cousins get (Beat down!) And any nigga that try to clown we leavin' em on the ground 'Cuz we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up, and after that Them signs is gettin' thrown up, I'm answer to the right I'm answer to the left, we snatchin' your chain and check Your pockets 'till nothin' left [Crunchy Black] I'm a crunk this nigga though, treat 'em like a hoe Ask these lil' bitches what the fuck they hittin' for Crunchy ain't a hoe, and Crunchy can't go, and Crunchy ain't a nigga that you wanna fuck with low If you didn't know, then nigga you can know, then meet me Down foo in the middle of the floor, I'ma break it down slow And fill you up with dro, and smoke a little that 'till I Can't smoke no more I'm gon' whoop this nigga I'm gon' whoop this nigga I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy I'm gon' call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy [Chorus] We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor [Lord Infamous] You don't know what just happened You suffering from a fracture You rebel let me catch you, I'll beat you belly bastard You have a bad concussion, from tripple six bone rushin' You all beat up and busted, you shouldn't have pressed that button You all bloody and bumy, you yellin' for you mommy And people think its funny, quit tryin' to out run me Your eyes are blue and black and, your clothes are ripped and tackin' You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn't have wore that jacket 'Cuz I wreck it, smith and west and my weapon, we steppin' To let the still meet your chest and, don't play with these killers They come from those parts, the north where niggaz be pullin' The whole cart, so mista big playa mista big time playa You got the shit on lock why you on my dick Like a bitch walkin' around like you stone high Hollow tip bullets don't die, nigga they multiply I'm gon' whoop this nigga I'm gon' whoop this nigga I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy I'm gon' call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy [Chorus] |
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| 3:18 |
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[Intro - Juicy J]
Man let me tell you something Man let me tell you something Man this girl was sucking my dick so good the other day That she would tell me just let it go,just let it go Man i just ran off all in her mouth! [Chorus - Juicy J + {Crunchy Black}] I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} [Hook - Lord Infamous] Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead [Juicy J] This is how a playa Get and take a little slut to crystals I be fuckin on they mama Then I'm going for their sister Treat them hoes like I'm they father But you know a nigga outta Make them hoes remain in check up Whoop they ass like jerry lawler Yes we 'posed to dick em dick em Drop their drawers and take their lichen When I'm on the yellow syrup I like to fuck off in the kitchen Got a bitch with one big holie I call her one of my rolie rolies Foolest girls is always down When the party starts they rollin Free bitch eat bitch Everybody need this Let her suck yo balls while all up But don't kiss Never last long So enjoy it for the morning Boostnies and line Nigga come on let me bone it Hit it from the back or the side Hear her moaning Knew it you a fly hitter Have a nigga enjoyin it I'ma in my verse I'ma take it nice and simple She'll suck yo dick til it's sharp like a pencil [Chorus - Juicy J + {Crunchy Black}] I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} [Hook - Lord Infamous] Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead [Lord Infamous] Some they like to suck the helmets Some they like to lick the sides Some they break out with the ice Some they sip up with the cold blind Some they look in yo eyes Some they turn around and hide Then say it is their first time Of their best dick suckin time Some bitches enjoy the taste Some they squirt it in they face I like the mouths Like the tounge Or fucking with that bitches tonsils Some they eat pussy too Some do him and do you Some can eat the whole pie Some they gagging all night [D.J. Paul] See first I'm gonna buy me a cold two liter To mix about seven ounces of thick purple leaner And then I'm gonna pick up that little freak named christina Hold that bitch a cup and have her throw it on the scener Slammed down on riverside driving carolina Park and banged that bitch on the ass from the back seater She love to taste shit so this bitch she start to eat her I pull that boy out and on her face with the creamer BLAH! [Chorus - Juicy J + {Crunchy Black}] I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} I'ma get my chief on {chief on} While she suck my ding dong {ding dong} Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong} Hard on like king kong {king kong} [Hook - Lord Infamous] Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead Put cha dick in her mouth Gimmie head til I'm dead |
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| 3:23 |
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[Lil Wyte]
Ya this Lil Wyte layin' it down for that ACP We 'bout to throw these boys in a motherfuckin mosh pit For those of y'all who don't know what a mosh pit is It's just a bunch of drunk, ignorant motherfuckers gettin' the shit whooped out of 'em to some music, you know what I'm sayin? [Hook: repeat 2X] Throw 'em in the mosh pit! Stomp 'em in the mosh pit! Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit! [Juicy J] Its the Juice, up in the club So raise your set high in the air and show me love We drinkin' beer, we smokin' pere Its just alive and three 6 mafia in your ear We sippin' syrup, you might get hurt We snatchin' bitches beatin' 'em down in the dirt We dumpin' fur, we throwin' chairs So if you scary get your ass up out of here [DJ Paul] Now show them golds, and swing them bows Take your shirt off and commence to whippin' hoes We got that danger, built for a stranger Your boys scared to fuck with us but I don't blame 'em They swingin' knives, they poppin' guns Roll with them punches motherfucker don't run Swing back (swing back!), pop back (pop back!) Clear the room motherfucker like click click (boom!) [Hook 4X] [Josey Scott] Here I come, an only son I'm goin' straight out the ghetto to number one I'm gettin' higher, I'm on fire! So all you haters better get ready to retire I'm on the scene, I keep it mean I went from having no chedder to bling bling I got some ice, I'm never nice And I'm a killer so don't make me say it twice Straight out of Memphis, can I get a witness? And I be lookin for the chickens with the thickness I'm here forever, any kind of weather You say you don't take advice you fuckin' better My anger swellin', my hate it dwellin' I might be naughty or nice there ain't no tellin' My mind trash, I'm about to blast Not even a hero can save your fuckin' ass! [Hook 2X] [Lil Wyte] See the Lil Wyte, I'm from the bay I do not play, you best of prayed This is my time, I'm 'bout to blind I'm smokin' pine, I am so high I'm 'bout to ride, best not collide 'Cuz if I see you I'm creepin' up from behind You better hide, you on my side You in my hood and I know I'm up in your mind I'll break it down, just like a pound Of some of the prettiest gally that you done found I am the man, you are a lame I'll fuck you up worst than the effect of a plane This is the real, don't like the feel? Then get back off in the kitchen where you can chill I roll with killers, and drug dealers And all the others I kick it with 'bout their scriller Throw 'em in the mosh pit! [Chris Steve talking] Yo this is Chris Steve from Saliva comin' at you I'm bumpin' this Unbreakables motherfucker You can't even get with this shit You can't handle it You can't even fuckin taste this motherfucker You know what, 'cuz this dick is in your god damn mouth bitch! Fuckin' dirtiest of the dirty motherfuckin' south comin' at you |
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| 0:15 |
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[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 [rpt 2x] [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 [rpt 2x] [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 [rpt chorus] [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 [rpt chorus] |
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| 3:42 |
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[DJ Paul]
The most dangerous posse song ever It's going down, Hypnotize Camp Posse You did this nigga, shit talkin You wanna talk about something nigga Talk about how many hoes, clothes and bank rolls we got Who we got in here: Juicy J, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Crunchy Black Lord Infamous and me DJ Paul the King of Memphis [Juicy J] Nigga we some maniacs, fuckin up our brainiacs Breakin down some dope, wit a razor boy remember that Crop a mix with Smilax Take a gun and cock it back Now I'm bout to blow my brains out cause I dont give a shit Hope you give a nigga reason to want ya The bigger gun the better The more shit you talk, the more blood the sweata' The plane crashes, the devil, the anthrax, the letters Forgot about the peddlers, we still in it together [Crunchy Black] Let me introduce myself, my fuckin nigga I'ma be the one to pull that fuckin trigga I'ma be the one thats sent to fuckin getcha You better watch out cause ill paint a picture A pretty little picture now how a nigga getcha Lock you in the trunk and take care of my business Paul and Juicy sent me so you know its big business C.B. nigga aint leavin no witness [DJ Paul] Yeah, make me a believer nigga Make some shit this bumpin you fuckin wannabes, Lord roll! [Lord Infamous] I am the predator you are the prey You play the target, Lord play the gage You play bitches and I mack hoes You run from niggaz, I find the snub nose I come from 3 6 picture platinum clique And you cant sell three copies of your shit You smoke garbage weed, and cheap packs a blow You own a vehicle, pick up the Scarecrow [Frayser Boy] Frayser Boy, cockin toy, yall dont wanna fuck with me Infared got ya scared, in protective custody The Unbreakables, the most hateable, the unescapeables Time to bust a nigga head, we arent hesitateable Ya chest pumped out, mouth talking that shit Im from the Bay, ima show you how a nigga beat a bitch Time to damage shit, no understandin this, you know you scandalous HCP blowin your lights out like a candle bitch [Lil Wyte] Well I'm about to rich rip a hole in the industry Holdin my energy Wasnt about to let it but you had to come testin me Givin you one warning change your name before I get your crunk Lyrically copyrighted all my shit and plus ill fuck you up You dont want to have to cross the path a killers when you on the streets HCP got WYT to the E and thats just how it be Quit ya muthafuckin hatin playin all your petty games If you wanted to ride my nuts that bad you shouldve asked me man [DJ Paul] Danger You muthafuckas wanted a war bitch then ima bring it on Catch you in these fuckin streets boy and ima point the chrome Put you in the fuckin car hoe, and we gon take you home To hell with all that cryin now nigga we gonna get it on Beat you with that yawk dead center across your damn dome The way you ran your mouth, you shouldve known to have the fuckin tone Beggin from beginning, man winnin cause our camp is strong The same way your skull started dentin cause we beat it long You niggaz swear you have the right plan but you had the wrong mans Tryin to build a clique like the hypnotize camp Im knowin it wouldnt work so I just sit back And watch how the trains just runs off the track Cause it be to many loses, to many boses Too many niggaz thats wantin they own office You niggaz gotta realize who got the city owned Three Six fuckin Mafia not these damn hoes |
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| 1:54 |
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