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Three 6 Mafia - Hard Hittaz lyrics
(intro) yeah, three 6, boogiemane, hynatized minds, you know niggas get scared when they see these hard hittaz walk up in tha mothafuckin club wecome in repossesin shit they start talkin like girls and shit (dont you dare touch me! somebody! no! noooo!) (chorus) They got scared when these hard hittaz came in, they got chains, but they all tucked in. We got them thangs and we brought dem all in these niggas play dead when they heard we came in See I'm a hard hitta yes i am and i dont really nigga give a damn about you or how you fuckin rock shit i'll pull that 45 to make you bitches stop it you wanna cock it, go head and cock it dont make a nigga like me make ya drop it I'm 10 toes, I'm from the M fuckin town we gangsta walkin ya heard the fuckin gangsta sound its ashes to ashes and dust to dust in gats we trust, ya'll dont really wanna bust I see you and yo crew nigga in tha club ya tuckin yo chains you must be some sissies cuz Do you wanna go to war nigga, and spit some blood ya talkin that shit like a fuckin slut ya talk shit then ya might as well bring shit I'll shut this mothafuckin club down fo yo bitch They got scared when these hard hittaz came in, they got chains, but they all tucked in. We got them thangs and we brought dem all in these niggas play dead when they heard we came in They got scared when these hard hittaz came in, they got chains, but they all tucked in. We got them thangs and we brought dem all in these niggas play dead when they heard we came in Now if you wonda why so many ? hypnatized it's cuz them hataz aint eatin they on some mothafuckin diets a lot of em really sick i think they got amnesia cuz on sunday they dis ya but come monday they need ya quit tellin lies to the public if you could rewind yo life man you prolly be with me on this track but i aint come here my dear ta put no salt on no wounds but I'm a stay bumpin' till i bump my head on ma tool FOR REAL! niggas wanna blame us cuz theyaint famous they wanna ride a new whip insteda catchin on tha bus so why i gotta take the blame fo lame ass niggas not havin thangs maybe you need to move some clothes get yoself some pocket change i know you like ta fairy tale say you make tha three 6 sell why my pockets still on swol you reachin in a garbage pail playa im not ta frame wit it name a price and J will spend it get yoself a 9 ta 5 or try you luck on lottery tickets wassup nigga wanna be bad as tha next nigga true facts you aint get shit but buck nigga buck nigga catcha in tha cut when i rush nigga jump nigga back in yo coupe ya chump nigga fuck that ima get nine and get mine in yo hood dog off in the club on mo shine ? in ma mouth fuck up yo cloud we get paid wit a safe place to call our own and getaway whats tha deal dog yall be bout buckin and gettin crunk and i really dont i could care less about stunts in ma trunk tho where you gon ride afta tha show aint no punk though so i suspose you get throwed by some elbows fuck it ill fill his ass with holes on that funk blow throwin hard lows like im a pro get bucked dog get crunked dog but actin like a fuckin fool gon get cha jumped dog music fades... |
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