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Three 6 Mafia - Body Parts 3 lyrics
[DJ Paul] Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome, Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the King of Memphis Cock 'em up [Hook] Kill 'em and rob 'em and beat 'em and dump all these body parts into my trunk [DJ Paul] Hypnotized Minds! HCP! Hypnotized Camp Posse! We finna do this for all you thievin ass wanna be us ass niggaz out there! Stealin motherfucker! Take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga Make this money like we makin it nigga! Throw it down! [Crunchy Blac] Ain't never been a motherfuckin bitch Hypnotized here just to get that grip Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a bitch Yall niggaz walk cuz ya walk like a bitch Now aint that some shit ya hatin on this click You gon make a nigga get up wit cha bitch Split yo wig oh yes I did I told you you don't want it with a Hard Hitta kid! [Boogie Mane] I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks Hit a nigga for his stash spot Took the rock nigga was got that was the plot dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop Open it up for closin it up I don't give a fuck On a daily basis I be postin it up Smokin it up choppin it to match it wit dub Give us a club Six mane tearin it up [Frayser Boy] These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha merked ho Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I work fo Paul & Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro Comin wit the pistols is easy we can get you guys Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy its the Hypnotize HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low If you know what I know run that shit to my doe [Lil Wyte] We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker But yall know yall done heard all that befo Yall done seen the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk Lights out next to the Mississippi River plumped up Tape hog tied wrong place wrong time Hypnotized Minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind [Lil Chrome] All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already know I'm the truth and out the booth never been a ho Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya through the doe You ain't know I'm a young rich gangsta nigga Never been one of them old type wanksta niggaz I'm a smart muhfucker ask my mama who made me A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know they can't fade me I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & Juicy who pay me [Granddaddy Souf] Well its ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) call me Mr. Man Fuckin all ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies See I could give a fuck about ya tossin all ya tough talkin You don't like me nigga hit me in my mouth Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across then Candy ass nigga boy you softer than cotton Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't bout the spit boxin Hootin and hollerin like a cheerleader squadron [Juicy J] You can't be like me slangin D cuz I'm hurtin ya No competition with the Juice cuz its curtains It ain't nothin shakin but some pimps in this bizitch Thats why you muggin and yo face lookin pizzissed Stay bflippin cars ballin out like to shizine You stay askin questions how the hell them niggaz do that We smoke the best of dro while she down wit some Jack-Jack My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side [Project Pat] They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at them Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam Niggaz rob kill steal for the ghet-ty green U.S.. Marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head I'm was like "I ain't did shit why you hatin this?" Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this [DJ Paul] I been doin this too long to still be strugglin livin like this Fuckin off with major labels slayed me like a bitch And these got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean hoes But still on the road doin free shows Tryna get a few spins in a few spots I growed up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock I hear a lotta corny shit on the radio Thats because they record company wouldn't spend dough Yeah my label got a hook up wit MTV But they just keep forgettin to tell 'em bout me They try to play like it's love and its family But all my marketing dollars goin to {****} Tear Da Club Up was the first Crunk fight song I made that in 92 a lil not long That it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on That's why Three 6 is the MOst Known Unknowns... |
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