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Three 6 Mafia - Last Man Standing lyrics
featuring Gangsta Blac M Child Chorus (4x): You don't know me My weapon's here to tell ya [Lord Infamous] Torture til they gone never stay alone killas laser chrome Hunting in the zone where the enemies roam Massacre the town fire all yo rounds make em all fall down Please don't make a sound hear the Devil growl Please don't go to sleep never go to sleep You may not awake cause I'm goin to take you deep down beneath The Scarecrow's in the woods, creeping through the woods Creeping through yo hood, please don't be so scared Go and take a look I got behind the steel, may I be forgived, I didn't mean to kill Now I wipe your bone and blood off my windshield I'm sitting in the park, fire on the lost, watching body parts Burning into sparks, bloodied on my saw Lord Infamous is me, psychpathically, driven in the mind Seek and you shall find my evil is blind Cause I give a fuck less, color of your flesh, I just want to mess Up your fuckin chest with my jet black tech Chorus 4x [Gangsta Boo] Playa what you know about the south side? Not a damn thing, but yo ass do not realize South is takin over, nigga, squashin all this bullshit North, east, west, it's all good, gotta represent Comin with the quickness, oh my goodness, it's this gangsta bitch Never solo only roll with niggaz down with Triple 6 What you gettin jealous fo? Nigga you don't know me so Bustin so Mafia World, Mafia makin money ho [Juicy J] Yeah, this Triple 6 Mafia click it's real Fool it ain't nothin fake We tote them glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitate You wanna run up to this click and talk that ?flodge? and shit And have yo ass tied up and thrown away off in a ditch Or see me bitch, drop to yo feet while you flow 20 deep Deep in the Mississippi River wrapped up in a sheet And then ya know the Last Man Standin can't be you or me How could fuck with this and my fuckin N-i-n-e? BEEYATCH! Chorus 4x [D.J. Paul] The Last Man Standin'll never be part of the B.O.N.E Comin from that ? 4-0, searchin for my enem-eny Niggaz tryin to come quick, shut it up you fixin to die trick 40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya to the brains, you fixin to die, bitch Huh, in the Mid-south we cannot see ya, may never wanna be ya When you come up out that Chevy with yo draws off Sawed-offs we be aimin, never with yo games-es Automatic my brains is, shootin yo fuckin brains in Three 6 mutha fuckin Mafia, fools we gon rocket ya Wanna after party ain't no stoppin us Comin from the M, ain't no love for her or him Here's a blast from that blast Man I doubt ya even last in the past You thought you had some characters, fuckin the wrong click 6 niggaz gonna carry ya, I bury ya Bitches alive after the rest of demands The Three 6 Mafia, the last to stand After the war is over Chorus 4x [Gangsta Blac] Deuce, deuce down, drinkin crown with the Texas thugs Scrugs, ain't no love, catch me slummed of them fuckin drugs Boys Club bound, lost and found, biggest man around Never try to break me down, ?tre 8? though, gon fuckin clown You don't know this nigga What, malt liquor got you thinkin strange? Rico with that fo-fo through the d-z-oor, you don't know this man G-a-n-g-s-t-a, bitch, glorified shit, trick Ain't no need for this cause a man will kill you quick Nigga! [M-Child] It's almost nightfall, let me slip on my murderer mugs A smile to a frown make a nigga think that I'm on drugs Orange Mound where I be, Mackin Child is who I be A young to arrested got you stressin to my mystery Psycho kids split yo wig, all over the mighty dollar Fuckin with my Devil this ho let this beam up out yo collar Comin deep, Mafia deep, puttin you niggaz to fuckin sleep A bomb in yo pager, now watch it blow when the Child beep BITCH! Chorus |
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