Chapter 2-world Domination

Chorus x8
Prophet posse, the posse bitch

(scarecrow)
It's mafia time
Lord infamous' mind
It just ain't stable
My actions are even more shocking and dockin'
Than murder between kane and abel
So stick 'em up
Everybody catch the ground
Cause i come from the city of memphis
It's a rowdy town

(gangsta boo)
Well it's time for them prophets
Ain't no turning trick
Ah, you fucked up with the wrong kind
Ghetto boo bitch
Comin' at yo ass
Takin' over 97 this mrs. gangsta bitch
Married to this damn prophet shit

(scanman)
Watch how i pull these bitches
And you know the scareman's blastin' teflon's hit yo' feelin's
Nigga, i'll be damned if i'm gon' miss you
Gaurds of task, so you best react
Cause the prophets are sprayin' motherfuckin' gats when i blast
When i blast
Them niggas on they back

(dj paul)
Excuse me sir
Can i get that card or that drivers' license
I need some two scoops
But not the raisin' of the wisest
Nicest, the feel of my body gets conset like tyson
Roll them dices
Killin' my brain cells
But fuck it
We sacrificin' blow that shit

Chorus x7

(juicy j)
It's that nigga that you love to hate
Deep in the north
Is where i stay, the one notorious juicy j
I fold ya dogs an chop you away
And get real high to this hear track
Buck wild as hell is how we act
The prophet posse is on the attack
So what you haters watch your back

(crunchy blac)
There's no game that i'll play
With your bullshit niggas
Say what your ganna say
But a nigga will kill you
If you disrespect
Then nigga you'll feel me
And i dwell in hell
Catch a nigga like, feel me

(indo g)
Some of these niggas on that doe
Some of these niggas on that hay
What you say, what you say hoe
Negro indo crackin' them swishers daily
It's incredible, incredible, from the car
To the block in the motherfuckin' ghetto
Cheefin' in a meadow
When i'm kickin' a line, i rhyme, every god damn time

(k-roc)
Niggas that come to me (??) attention
Brothers and prophet the posse
Cause the killa roc and never stoppin' roll in a viper
Niggas that like to be droppin' (droppin')
Juicy with the two nine, paul with the forty
Motherfuckers on a paperchas, yeah
Killa from three 6, k-roc don't play
Don't play with me baby

(project pat)
We makn' moves in this rap industry
Like a magician
A legion of neighborhood niggas on a mission
For paper, project, my lyrics tight
Like a virgin
My lips ignite the mic, cause they get hype
When i'm cussin'

Chorus x5

(juicy j)
Yeah, juicy j in the house with my nigga project motherfuckin' pat
Lettin' you niggas know about respect
You know what i'm sayin
We gets respect off in these motherfuckin' streets
Yeah right
Yeah motherfuckin' respect

Chorus x4
Who got dem 9's (who got dem 9's)
Who got dem tech's (who dot dem techs)
Throw yo motherfuckin' sett
To show you know you got respect

(juicy j)
We's creepin' through your hood
Makin' you hoe ass niggas jump
With them doubts somebody hear shots
Got you shakin'
Call the cops
When the cops got on the scene all they heard was cries and screams
Triple 6 niggas are mean
When they blast them triple beams
Seem to me you never learn
So we have to demonstrate
Motherfuck a murder case
Shot the bitch off in his face
Face it hoe and be a man
Play the game until the end
You was out there claimin' killa
So to hell, with your friends
All your foes, i suppose
You think i'ma let you live
No love words never show
So not love is what i give
Get respect off in these streets
Stayin' real, packin' heat
Some don't wanna see me have
Always out tryin' to creep
On the next, do i flex
With them techs, let em' kill
Those with anna on your chest
We gon' make your blood spill
We for reall off in this shit
If you jump we gon' clown
Put a bullet in your head
And lay your body in the ground

Chorus x4

(project pat)
It's gangsta it's gangsta
Everybody wanna be a deals, a killa
Fire ya'll let and you gon' be a body
In lobby
Ghetto life is ghetto past the blastin'
And askin', for that fuckin' loot
And then i'm dashin', harrassin'
If you real
Then you respect the real one
I feel some
Niggas need to have a chat with nina, the enforcer
187 soldiers in this motha
I'll smother those who thnk they bolder than no other
A buster gon' lose his fuckin' life up in the gizame
I'll dusta gets right upside your head
And blow your brizain's to pieces
And even if it's your time to clock those glocks down
So watch out
Wasn't raised to be no hoe, i'm takin' my glock down
And motherfuck police
Cause when it's on
Bitch it's murder
So go and get your toes and your click
And i'ma serve ya
I urge ya, don't be lookin' at my face dog
Watch the 9 r-e-s-p-e-c-t
Oh, you gon' give me mine

Chorus...till fade

-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)

Chorus x3
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps

(juicy j)
5 a-m in the mornin'
Nigga heard them tones pumpin' like a thousand-five cannons
Nigga gettin' it on
Peep out the window, i was solo flashin'in the streets
Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty sheets
Right they ass chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put em' straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my fuckin' window
Make you think your through
Like it's the forth of july
With them niggas spook
I wish the folks would hurry up
I cock my gun back with my thumb
Nigga rowdy rowdy like it's north memphis, vietnam
As i gotta check to take a look and then fired back
I realized i was out numbered
In a deadly trap

(scarecrow)
Three 6 mafia, prophet posse, killa kaze
With the shotties
Leave your chest cavity
Stoppin' at the autopsy
I slaughter
And i can't help but notice all your pain
When the monsters got that clappin', clappin', clappin'
On them thangs man
We hear the gunshots
Nigga bang diggy dank
Got a shank full of thangs
And it is kind of insane
I scarecrow with mystical styles
Niggas are getting buck wild
Look at my dirty fouls
Bodies are stacked up by pounds
You wanna fuck with me player
First you must say a lil' prayer
Ask the nigga over there
Yeah, that be my preacher there
Niggas are all actin' (??)
Grow up actin' now fight
Infamous buckin' all night
Burnin' em' after a light

Chorus x2

(crunchy blac)
Slip, slide come and take a ride
To my fuckin' stash pile
Nigga you can't hide
It's a mug crunchy got a tug
Stuff a nigga in my trunk
Told ya'll niggas what
Crunchy ain't no fuckin' whore
Get down on that floor
Bitch i want more (more)
Bitch now give me more
Give me chocolate chunk bitch, i bitch i kill you more
They pay, that pay that five
Now bitch i want some more
All i wanna feel
Is some motherfuckin' rain
Let it rain motherfucker, let it rain (gon' let it rain)
See you inside by the game that i spit
Never ever in your life
Can you ever get with this

(dj paul)
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
Where the keys to room 2-10
I got thugs with price tage bout' to get in
We heard it's goin' down, tricks about 2 mil
Feel, the fuckin' prophet posse get ya killed
Nigga, we got 40 cals' to your face
Na'ad mean
Three 6 leave no fuckin' trace
It takes more gunshots for these boys to save ya
Me and crunchy chunk ya' over like white with a razor
Several automatics in a blazer
Before we bump you off
Give me that plate and the lazer

Chorus...till fade

Chorus x3
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
Sick off human ashes
Hatas passion

(dj paul)
We motherfuckin' whole mothas
Glock huggas
Rob till we rob each other, facked on any motherfucka nigga
.40 cal's got me dangery
Like jj fad icredible hoe don't make me anga-ry
We prophet posse got you in the cross
We done gotcha
In the motherfuckin' scope
We done shot cha
We get more wilder than a chicken with his head cut off
Three 6 mafia hypnotizin' don't make me set it off

(gangsta boo)
Screamin' notha fuckin' murder, murder, murder on my mind
Gettin' wild with these hella fied rhymes on ya mind
Never the on be mistaken
Never the one takin' a loss
I always be the fuckin' one who to be the damn doubt
Watcha say, nigga what
You wanna get up in my shit
Shit gonna get your ass in trouble
Shit gonna get your head split
Stay focused stay rollin' when i'm ridin' dirty nigga
Gettin' twisted off some nigga
Dedicated to you killa

Chorus x3

(juicy j)
Guess who was scared
Niggas stalkin' in the memphis streets
The triple 6 them mafia niggas you don't wanna meet
Creep up on your ass and let the barrel sweep
Sweep and let the blast take you from off your feet
And to your family and your friends i know them hoes will miss you
You should have warned them that the three 6 mafia out to get cha
Would you walk to his house with a pistol
Could you let the heat go like you shouldn't have missed him

(koopsta knicca)
It's the blue lights in the night
When i go for ridin'
I'm seein' headlights on the right creepin' up from behind
Ran that trick hit the d
Fuckety-fuck with the hennessy
Leavin' that third, need reserve
Droppin' on the curve to by to my (??)
See by a chance that he may touch me it's a hint that he gonna miss
Cause i will take some plastic man and rip this skin up off this
Motherfuckin' piece
So now he diss me
No one can play hey, now tell me wha'ts next
Come here play he say (??)

Chorus...till fade

Chorus x2
Everytime i feel this shit, i'm motivated
Not only do we flow this shit, we demonstrate it
We come to far to turn back now, i hope we make it
But everytime them prophets fly, i'm motivated

(juicy j)
Back in the days
I used to get down
Pockets on e
I can't do nothin' but frown
Feelin' my belly and don't come around
Had to be pushin' that bope by the pound
Go with da folk that be pullin' a bitch
Not to popular now you know you're the shit
Fuckin' with reala
That know you're legit
Pushin' that shit that you shoot in your wrist
Had ot be down about makin' my grip
Pumpin' the beat
Hopin' the needle won't skip
Nukin' a dinner while flippin' the script
Niggas still trippin' still runnin' they lip
Now they just comin' in larger amounts
Then i stack them in my bank account
This is for half of your ass watch it bounce
Motivation for my power and clout

(dj paul)
20 years old
Ridin' in a 80,000 dollar viper
Better watch out for the snipers
They be bumpin' our tapes
But they really don't like us
Why must some local bustas try to dis me
When they don't even know me
Not knowin' i'll run up on they ass
With a motherfuckin' mac
Kill em' all off slowly
I'm tryin' to keep my cool, keep my cool
Cause i got plenty to lose
My fuckin' surroundings be another nigga singin' the blues
So how i keep's myself on top of things and motivate
I quickly erase all you hoes that be playa hatin'

Chorus x2

(gangsta boo)
For you motherfuckin' niggas
For you motherfuckin' hoes
Stayin' real as ca be
On my fuckin' ten toes
Never be the one to fall
I'm rising oh so quickly
I know you hate me
But i'm gon' stay motivated
This crazy lady
Don't give a fuck bout' what you say
It don't mean shit
Maybe cause i'm stackin' cheese
And you ain't stackin' nothin' but dicks
Including you niggas too
You be ridin' on dicks
I know you do
I'm stayin' on top of my game
I'll be number one so nigga fuck you

(scarecrow)
This music game is gonna drive me insane
It's all about figures
Cause when you're dealin' with heavy stakes
Somethin' gon' brake or get injured
Niggas talkin' bout' paying dues
I got the bruises to prove it
Did everything a nigga could do
To make it in the game of rap music
But still everytime i try to make a move some mothefuckers always
Gotta doubt
And then them very same niggas don't know what the fuck they talkin'
Bout'
Keepin' the faith up on my plate
Was the reflection of my face
Sayin' it to make it but still gave the good lord his grace

Chorus...till fade

Chorus x4
This weed is got me high
So high, so high
This bud is got me high
So high, so high

(dj paul)
Mesmorized by the motherfuckin'
Ya'll niggas odn't get high
Like the dirty three 6 mafia
We smokers there to chain
Give a shot
Of that cocaine to the brain
Gotta get high
Gotta get high
To a motherfuckin' that especially
Don't hear me
But i can keep a smile on my drugs
And you cheap ass thugs
You hoes don't feel me

(crunchy blac)
Watcha got down in your trunk

(juicy j)
Nothin' but leaves and bags of weed
Somethin' to keep you off your feet
Make you crawl around on knees
If you slang a
Then grab a pound
If you a smoker
Fool don't get wild
Are you fucked up
So what
What's up
Sip on some beer and black and mild

(crunchy blac)
I'm so high
All i smell like smoke
Yeah that motherfuckin' green
Yeah that god damn dope
You be hopin'
When you see me
I'm gon' roll you some
But ain't gon' foll none

(gangsta boo)
I'm smokin' on some blunts
Bigger than some of you rappers royalty checks
Never been mistaken
I'm the lady that be like
Quick to get up in your shit
Freaky when i'm high
That's the plan
Now understand my nig
Fuckin' move your man
Cause his ass wanna get with this

(lord infamous)
Out of the scarecrow
The substance i obtain
Dibe got get me feelin' strange
And crazy
I'm smokin' on this doja
Got me stumblin' and feelin' lazy
I'm staring at some shit
That got me dazin'
Amazing
Got plenty of drugs left
And then you know
I'm stayin' blunted

(koopsta knicca)
Stayin' numb
Shit faced
Chee-cheef hit them killas
The swishers
Nigga wit that deep pull
So deep that i cannot remember
And if you really wanna get with the
Three 6 mafia
It's no lie you'll get high

Chorus: deep down south in da hood niggas slang
Hustlin' and game
Tryin ta stack some change
Land of tha lost full of gangstas n killas
Niggas all about they damn scrilla <<x2>>

Gangsta boo

To start it off i'm the mutha fuckin lady about her cheese
While u other herman benz out there leavin fo' free
Kinda quick to tell you what im gonna get and it be true
At the end of the rainbow nigga i thought you knew
Cause im sayin all my hustlas dont forgot im on the green
Got a pocket full of money not no stones know what i mean?
Dont get mad cause yo ass livin broke
Fuck that get up off yo lazy ass
Get about yo fuckin scratch

?????

Im chasin franklin wit' my triple 6 thugs
Cause we was sinners
I get deeper im still comin up with lint
Livin in a tent some trick gotta change
It aint the same
And its plain ta see i aint the same man
Beat a bitch, rob a hoe
Kick in does from doe ta doe
Prophet posse never sloppy
Clean you out from roof ta flo'
Im startin ta stinkin' raisin my heartbeat
Ta never be rich
Rather trade a hoe for mackers dis predemption

<<chorus x2>>

Juicy j

Its on! why you shakin whatcha wanna do
I gotta 357 brand new shootin holes through
Niggas skulls fool lets get da dope and drop it off
And count them g's and smoke some cheese
It pays to brake the law
My cousin creepin all them graded boys gonna hook us up
To make a grip on that white shit that we dont see or touch
Fuck what you talkin about?
We slangin nigga
By any means you wanna stop the team we pull the trigga

?????

Red red go away!
Cause a nigga wanna play
Leave me here
????
Standin to the left
There yo cab
Let me wear a breifcase in my situation
So many smilin faces
About tha devil thats in me racin'
Placin heres a mutha fucka my nigga i tell ya what
When i was in the jail while my killa was in da cut
All because of this is how power,cowering
Bustin that i heat up musta been in love
Wanna feel me with slugs

Crunchy black

Its crunchy black crunchy black
On da creep nigga
How you niggas out here gonna laugh and fuckin giggle?
When im gettin bigga and bigga
Bigga den a fuckin picture
Picture me in yo dreams when im out, ta fuckin getcha
Hit ya fo' ya dividends and fled from da fuckin case
Dont drop no peices so i, want catch a case
Make a mistake in dis game and man youll hafta pay
Deep in the jail cell or holy cell
Never see the day

<<chorus x2>>

(juicy "j")

One cold winter of many tales
Trails of blood left in frozen snow
A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow
I turned against god and everything that i cared for most
Police arrived, candle light, butcher knives, bloody bedposts
Found staked on the floor soaked in evidence of the root of violence
Only a teen, sent to spend my final life in an insane asylum
So furious of past, i'm an adult i feel better now
But no matter, i tell them that i know they'll never let me out
I rot in this dread, my only world's the one in my head
I hate psycho-therapists, i walk amongst walking dead
Everday, yes every-single day, peepin' ways to escape
I got to find a way out this place, it's a must, got to find a way
I'm pullin hair up out my freakin' head yo
They trippin' cause a nigga put his ass in a choke hold
I wanna go psycho and kick this mutha fuckin' force boi
In a padded room i know i'll never get up out this hole
I'm pacin' back and forth across this room
I gotta think of somethin, man i got to make a move
The day i killed my fuckin' family in a week or two
I got to get up back out there i wanna do it again fool
Gettin' cool with the old ass maintence man
I told him "if you help me out i'd put a lotta papes in your hand
I stashed a lotta dough in dirt before a nigga left it
If you help me out when i get out i'll give you half on that deal"
The old man ready, he grinnin', that stray
Look here gramps, meet me at my door for the plan round 'bout 8
Check it pops, you got to get a shovel and a pine box
Put me in the ground and dig me out once they talk to the cops
I'm gonna need a slight overdose of some mother fuckin' sleepin' pills
So while i'm waitin in the dirt i won't breathe up the air in here
Sneak in the office get the keys off of dr. malique
And while you doin that i'll take the pills so i fall asleep
I started feelin' my awareness fadin' away
I could slightly hear all the dirt gettin' tossed on to the pine crate
I awoke and in my square waiting to be freed
But from the light i seen someone killed the maintence man that dormant
With me

I'm scared, is anyone out there?
Damn, i'm scared is anyone out there?
I'm scared, is anyone out there?
Damn, i'm scared is anyone out there?

Hahaha
1998
Three 6 mafia
Hooked up with the motherfuckin' dayton family
Are ya'll ready for us
Bring the pain
Bitch ya'll ain't ready for us
Miphia style
Flip time
98
Rollin' like dees
Smoke the trees bitch

Chorus x2
We mafia, is it too much (we mafia mafia mafia ya)
Are you ready for us (we mafai mafia mafia ya)

Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

(scarecrow)
Mixtures of sin and gin on sight
Cut the wings off an angel
On both sides
I'm suin'
Huntin'
All them suckas
State your last name first
Meyers, michael
Lord is killin'
Three 6 killin'
What else will i say
Even children
Probably don't give a fuck if you are naughty or nice
At night
Sacrifice
Good bye, lights out

(juicy j)
Can you feel me
Can you hear me
Did you pick the scene
A lot of fools done fucked around town
Showed up in your dreams
Standin' in a hideaway
Inferred, them guns spray
Gotcha shakin'
Gotcha nervous
Knowin' not how to get away
Lookin' out the window pane
Cause all your gonna feel is pain
In your yard i see a tree
I also see your body hang
See the phone
Pick it up
The wire that is only cut
I meant to pray
Your still gonna die
Too late bitch
Your time is up

Chorus x4

(dayton family)
What the fuck you wanna do
Be a victim of my homicide
If you try to jack
I'll leave you dead head in the g ride
And creep up out my vehicle
And continue my jack move
Still gat under the dirt
Now put it up in your hand
Now ain't that smooth
Motherfucker
Snooze motherfucker
Move motherfucker
Loose motherfucker
Put your face down to the floor
And don't you take a look up
I heard about what you cook up
See bitch this is a stick up
I'm takin' you off your tippy toes
Take your cheese
And fuck your hoes
Givin' you crack sacks, macks back in your cadillacs
Drop glock in my draws
Extra clip up under my balls
My dick's like a 44
Fuckin' up your pussy wall
You ran your lip about your grip
And i'm takin' in on the stash box
Your pockets are swoll hoe
And i'm lookin' for a jackpot
I wear a mask on my face
So i won't catch a case
Keepin' it low key
Don't nobody know me
I'm just like a snake
When i creep through your window
So motherfuck the cops
Cold hard on me kin though
So motherfuck the 5-0
It's all about survival
I leave them like d-o-a
Bitch that's dead on arrival

Chorus x4

Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

(dj paul)
Give'em two
To the head
Three to the neck
And the other fuckin' tip
Too his motherfuckin' chest
Gotta buck him down
Gotta buck him down town
Talkin' bout' these clowns
Talkin' shit up in my fuckin' town
Since he ain't dead yet
Check his head
Check his chest
Playa should have guessed
He was strapped with a fuckin' vest
Hoe you should have known
You was fuckin' with the triple 6
We bust
I knew you wasn't ready for us

(gangsta boo)
Am i too much
To avoid, can't you fuck with us
In the lexus truck with juicy j
Getting fucked up
Tearin' the club up
What be bumpin' on the radio
Mafia is what i'm screamin'
Till the day i die hoe
More game for the lame
Educate them bitches man
Stay in focus
Hocus pocus
Tryin' my best to maintain
High as the sky
Is why it's my business bitch
Open up your own fuckin' account
And get up out my shit

Chorus x4

Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

(crunchy blac)
6 bitch
So don't you fuck with this click
Cause if you fuck with this click
You'll get a little of this (gun shots)
You must don't know who you fuckin' with bitch
Cause we leavin' bodies in body bags
Drop em' off in a ditch
Know i mean kid
Know i mean kid, huh
See we come from
A natural bomb
A natural gun
A natural gimme some
Don't make me make your body numb trick
And have you hollerin' out mafia mafia mafia mafia

(koopsta knicca)
Stick em' dead
Kill em' dead
Rush them tricks on down to the flo'
With north memphis convicts
Bithces call me koopsta hoe
Fuck me once never twice
Wrapped up on that game of dice
How can i lie
When at nine hundred times
You said you was a man of the house
I don't really done it
Koop you hung around that nigga man
Try so hard to be a soldier bitch
But come out to be dealt with trick
I'm sick in the head
Better call fred
Dirty red
Yeah, yeah you gon' look
Too late fuckin' fool
Cause you drownin' in your poo poo