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Three 6 Mafia - I Ain't Cha Friend lyrics
Laughter Yeah ya'll thought that underground shit Wouldn't gon' work in ya Yeah For the ouijas of sin is death For the gift of god is eternal life Through Jesus Christ our lord Roman 6 23 nigga Read it and weep biatch (Koopsta Knicca) Hit a man bustin' up in my door So I grab my 44 Now them bustas on the floor Covered up by pillows Oh no I'm lookin' for them trizicks Tryin' to put a group up in they clizick I'm comin' up quick I'm takin' no shots bustin' these caps off in these bitches So why you wanna mess with this So why you wanna take off this piece Fool I'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech (??) fatality You'll be fled I'll be glad When I make you hit that grass I ain't showin' no mercy God damn it I'm bustin' that ass I'm havin' cisions of flesh (??) like that roozer tech That mess in my head If the constantly teachin' this evil shit You hear some laughin' whose that in the window gaspin' Now if you feel me tell me whose that creepin' for your head (Gangsta Boo) This goes out to all of you suckas Includin' you crossers Includin' you bustas This shit is so fucked up I can't even trust ya This lady is tried of you motherfuckers I'm bumpin' so hard It's like oh my god Gangsta Boo is rippin' the mic all apart If your ass wasn't so full of that fart Never would you have tasted me from the start I'm trying to tell you hoe Let me tell you bitch You ain't my fuckin' friend Prophet Entertainment member known as Boo Had to tell your ass time and time again Ride with my click Bitch Triple 6 Is all I need plus my weed and the n-i-n-e To keep you frilly hoes off of me Come into my face With that pimpin' ass shit Watch you see this gangsta bitch get scandolous You friendly ass hoes I scratch off my list I don't need you Don't want you bitch (Crunchy Blac) Friends like foes in these hoes Keep on talkin' that shit Actin' like they bad as fuck But they ain' really talkin' bout' shit Keep on dissin' this click And we gon' hurt one of you tricks Put your body in a ditch Or dig a grave for that shit Don't you ask who like it Crunchy Blac did it bitch Keep on talkin' all that noise And I'ma get big like big business Chorus x4 I have to tell these niggas time and time again Bitch I ain't your fuckin' friend I'll do your ass in (DJ Paul) Smiles can be deceivin' Even if it's your friends And hoes that know we can't be even Steven Should not believe in Too late one of them slip it's my foes You already got my glock to the back of your head Prayers already said Done consider yourself dead Your family and friends might be sayin' that I crossed you out But nigga you was fake from the beginning So I had to toss you out Friend I'm no more I kill all you foes Step in my trunk And I give it to a stroll back The hammer release And leave your chest with holes All in the club With that buck ass tube and pot It's kind of hard you can't beat us And you can't join us Cause we ain't gonna stop if you don't stop (Scarecrow) Some of the superior astronomical bends From that of my mystical dreams Of the many scenes Mighty, manipulative, mercilous, multiple murderers Sit back in dangerous Hittin' and strippin' And critical injury Misery, seriously witness to the tremory Trajedy, agany, infamy, agany brutal mentality Assassatain My voodoo tribe If you don't want to be fried Put on a feary disguise Lord Infamous takn' no prisoners Forget the begging, pleading, and the cries Your reservation revalation A satanic nation Has be prophesized I can look in your eyes and tell that there is fear From the eternal burning of each of your lies Flights of headlights Black clothes and limos Another negro startin' to decompose From his casket the Scarecrow shall place a bloody black rose Who knows that hate That goes behind closed doors With corpses froze in six foot holes Wicked throws Evil flows and torturing of foes Chorus x4 Yeah, I ain't ya fuckin' friend You do your ass in nigga (Laughter) Three 6 mafia comin' at your ass for the 9-7 bitch Yeah Watch your back niggas You know who you are motherfucker That brown shit would (???) (Laughter |
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