Mystic Stylez

Chorus

Dope game cocaine
Dope game dope dope cocaine...


Gangsta boo

Dope game
My game
Hoes lame
Its a shame
How the gangsta boo is gonna click up on you bitches manne
Gangsta boo is not the kind of bitch that will like get punked out
Looks are so decieving
Stupid bitch do you wanna fizzind out
How can ya bust a playa
Playahataz better listen close
If you try to buck me bitch
Im outie with you fucking soul
Yes the devils daughter
Kind of caught up bitch that wish the slip
Slip yo ass in a coffin
Because you run your fuckin lip
Hoe my game is thick
So stupid bitch dont ever test me hoe
If i fucked up once
You fuck up twice
So hoe you gotta go
Listen deep this pimpin
Really quick before i split your dome
Hoe you trying to cross me in this game
And stupid hoe its on


Juicy j

Just a flodgin ass nigga
With a lot of cheese
Heard he stackin g's
Everyday pushin plenty keys
Nigga dont know me
Cause i aint no phony
And i aint the nigga you can whoop and call me toby
Low key
On his ass
Waitin for the night to come
So i can kick down his door and make him give me some
Bitch i with a little young nigga age thirteen
Fucked up in town while i watched yo ass ride clean
Now that im grown up
From the hood i gained nuts
Nigga you gonna drop off that dope
Or feel the pain of a hollow tip
Rip through your shit or your fuckin brain
Thats what you get
When you choose to play the dope game
Bitch!


Chorus


Dj paul

Im at the cut
Droppin the fiend down with the monkey nuts
Im tired
Im hittin 'em short
I gotta get over
I dont give a fuck
The shit goes on from sun-up till sun-down
And on the tweleve i geuss
But now its time cut the shit
Wheres my mind at my best
I gotta test
A nigga to see what he got can a fool
Make you straight a couple of g

[lord infamous] intro
Uh- uhh, the three 6 mafia.
Loungin' in the studio.
Finna' give y'all a little demonstration
Of how we kick it here in the m-town
Finna' drop somethin' like this......

[dj paul]
See in memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back
In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, i'm blowin' the pack
Hittin' the park about three, sometimes a little later
The last day of the week and they couldn't any greater
They leavin' the park and hittin' the south park strip. ride
The south gatin' skatin' ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin' our underground rap tapes
Paul and juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldn't wait
We back at the crib sweatin' into the room
W-30's as (?) in every scenes we use
Straight from the 4 track, two and simple cassette
That's through a pimpsta's mode.
Now it's time to hit the stereos stores and collect
We at the club friday's and saturday's special request made
Me and juice man hit the tables, scooped the scarecrow off the stage
Bangin' so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight
They usually made us close up early that night, in da summa. in da summa

(chorus)
Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride
Ridin' through the door with my homies gettin' smoked out. in da summa.(4x)

[koopsta knicca]
Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog
Me, scarecrow, crunchy, skinny g, and all my bothaz call
Fly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin' blunts
Black glocks that's in the ride fiendin' for a homicide
Some tanqueray grab my yey mess with little (?)
That's how we always did it since i was a troubled kid
But we don't stop cuz our heart is pumpin' blood like thunder
No man up in the trauma, head is broken in da summa

[lord infamous]
Some of the scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me ease
Until the night fall breeze
Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets
Grab my uzi up indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze
Don't want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt
And my automatic gats in case i had to dig up a plot of dirt
Then hit paul up on his home
Tell him to bring his slow ass on
So we can hit the honey comb before the ganja's gone, da summa

(chorus 4x)

[juicy j]
Pass to little j, koop. then let's take a ride and shoot
To the high school, north side where the playaz rule
I'm scopin' all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch.
"can i get ya numba"

[gangsta boo] "i gotta man"

[juicy j]
Well i'm a holla trick
Ballin down violent time, one time on my mind
If they pull me over i be hopin' they don't find the nine
Made enough from evergreen to holla at blac and cam
Chiefin' on the blunts in the alley slangin' balla', yeah
Couldn't forget my roadie big kurt, swally, and dion
Project pat and the (?) shootin' teflon
Just a few homies who i grew up in the hood with me
And the ones in orange blossom (?) university. yeah
It's gettin' late and i'm ballin' down elvis street
Blowin' my horn tryin' to get this girl attention in front of me
Cuz everyday i'm out there tryin' to get a freak number
Thats how the juice is....in da summa

(chorus 4x)

[dj paul] outro
That's how we do it
So that's how it is
The three 6 mafia in the house for the '95
Straight from the m-town the juice, dj paul, lord infamous the scarecrow
The koopsta knicca, and crunchy black
We out

(lord infamous)
Gotta have a big fat
Bank account not pitty amounts
Bud by the pounds
fuck a mothafuckin' ounce
A mean ass crib
All digital studio
And some down ass hoes for the road
I want it all or nothin'
I want it all or nothin'
They bitches with a punch bowl of weed
I call it bud in bed
On the spread
Plenty cash dropin blunt ashes on they ass
A bed with hydrolix
Liqour cause i'm alcoholic
No college for my knowlege
Cause i knew how to make profits
Don't like expensive clothes
Just the gangsta aparrel
Grab my route foul
As i walk down the threshold
Black as a shadow
Smoke loc vehicle
Hit triple 6 up on my motorola portable
Keepin' it key low pro flow
In the studio
Part time jiggalo
Rock a show to make some dough
Lord infamous
Mafios a gangsta pimp playa
Got on my brand new scarecrow underwear
600 acre marajuana field in my backyard
Smokin banana leaves on my lawn chair
Playa cause a room
Full of mothafuckin' bombs and artillery
All fuckin' century i need

Chorus
Plenty money and dope
Alot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib
That's how i like to live
I want it all or nothin'

(juicy "j")
Back in the days i was broke
No joke
Fucked up in town
No g's no hope
A nigga used to hike home from school
On the bike trail
Wishin' one day this rap shit'll probably make me bail
Lil' ??? was the niggas i used to hang with
Andre and big trese
North memphis bound bitch
Hangin' on evergreen corners
Holdin' my fuckin' nuts
Watchin' freaks walk by
Sayin dirty bitch wassup
But they wasn't goin'
Cause they want a nigga sellin' yam
A mean four way
With the grain wood his ass in
95.0 chevy thang with the vogues
But i used to catch the bus
And lounge and the china store
I just couldn't wait
Tryin' to rap to get my final break
Juicy "j" aka the juice i want it on my tape
Sell and make money
So the niggas in my hood'll know
Any one wanna ride i'll be singin' this chorus

Chorus

(dj paul)
In the 9-5
I decided fuck this underground tape shit
Stack some cheese
So quit puts on my disses
Tryin' to break bitch
Kinda quick kinda fast
To a bigger studio
Bullshit producers tryin' to fuck me up my asshole
Tradin' ass niggas sayin' they do
Just enough for me
If you ain't for real
Then keep it to yourself
Cause see i ain't got time
Plus aint in a mood for playin no fuckin games
You promise me somethin and i dont get it
I gotta lay ya down mane
But i ain't and i'm not nigga
I gotta make more than i did in the 9
For whatever it takes it wont be easy
Cause in they never why
In dough it better stay like this
Or get greater
Cause if a nigga fuck me now
I promise hell pay for it later
That's why i be tru to my game
And i learned the business
Cause you will straight be missin'
Without a witness
I want a pound of weed
And a candy face in the den
A bank account with a mill
And a 95 benz

Chorus

chorus
Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up

(dj paul)
This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that shit
The three 6 show no love we quick to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe
Kinda down or not
I'm rollin with tha fool crunchy and we got them glocks
Backed up by da 4-5 and the 38
You wanna take this click to war
Fool it'll be a mistake
Chris bring the mossberg with the slugs and shit
We got some graves for ya body already dug and shit
Infamous grab the cali with a 100 rounds
Koopsta load da tech and blow dem bastards down
Juice wit the two 9's like a nigga name shae
On the move we shoot 'em up so hard they feel the pain
I thought you knew that i'm from memphis where the shit is so thick
When at the club we got so bucked we try to tear up sum shit
Gangsta boo da gangsta bitch wit the 357
Our main goal in life is an opposite heaven
Triple 6 bitch!

Chorus

(lord infamous)
Deadly
We should begin to come close to da killa dimentions
Niggas getting lynchin' from the triple 6 anti-christians
May i mention
The slugs i steadily blast cause im unmerciful
Bullets that bombin' an enemy nigga
See death is unreversable
Hardness is your fantasy
Death is not fiction on you bitches
Fuck around and find you wannabe ass out with the morticians
Executioner style buck in yo head while ya beg on yo knees
Await till you bustas lay deadin' the mourg and chillin' in cold freezers
Teflon penetrating an the penalties that leave punishment
Then me and my triple 6 we gonna blow an ounce of blue hair trick
I could give a fuck less bitch im glad that you dead and gone
Three 6 mafia sign out names on niggas fuckin' tombstones
Memphis is the fuckin city where lord infamous loves to bail
And just like i said before
Bitch come with me to hell
Everybody in this house you niggas know what's up
Lemme see can all you muthafuckas tear dis club up

Chorus

(juicy "j")
Tear da club up nigga tear da club up
All these playa hatas in the club got us fucked up
Yes
I'm the nigga with them two 9's ready to blast
When i pull em out ya muthafuckas betta haul ass
Paul thowin' chairs in tha air
Koopsta locin' up
Fly takin' cash from yo ass
Mr. stick em up
Fuck da damn sucurity
Fuck a muthafuckin cop
If they kick me out da club
I'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lot
Grab the club owner, put the rich bitch
In the trunk
Take 'em out and take his money then i spit on da punk
Now i'm crunk
Breakin bottles up against da fuckin' wall
Shootin tones at them fools
Till them jealous bustas fall
Fuck these niggas testin' pimpin'
We gon' burry all you hoes
Slicin' bitches right in half
Stompin 'em straight through tha floor
Niggas talkin plenty shit
But they aint buck enough
We gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthafucka up

Chorus

(koopsta knicca)
I gotta plan in command on your ass bitch
This little short young niggas in them caskets
You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed up on your ass hoe
Better run by koopsta, crunchy, juice, paul, boo, and scarecrow
Theres a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into a nigga like koop a nutcase
Here i can tell by tha day its gonna be a long night
When i take a swipe for you life my big black buldgin' nine
Now while im kickin' niggas fiendin'
Just to kill 'em though
Before i go i get them swishaz with them navajos
Upon tha mighty mississippi
Now can i fuckin' kick it
You better answer quick
Before i hit you for them riches

(lord infamous)
Cuz them niggaz want to really try to jump up
But they know they gonna catch a couple
Of my sub-machine gun fire to they jaws
I kick shit flyin' through tha air
You wanna dare to test me ?
I'm tha infamous nightmare i wanna break some laws
I practice secret forms of voodoo culture
Dead flesh culture
>from my pet vultures
Sleepin' in tha death defying beyond human measurements
Into my private temple in tha middle of mount everest
Smokin pine as i sky dive off a mountain
In my mind blood squirtin' high out of fountains
Countin corpses in my black fortress
In tha hallway paintin' satanic portraits

(dj paul)
See it was me, lil buck, and my nigga lil knife
And some thug ass fool i never seen in my life
We roll in bobby's 'lac with tha gold bones and vogues
Full grain
Cloth top
Steady pullin' them hoes
Tha nigga that i didn't know said he had some on a weed
And stoppin' by tha crib so he can get up on some cheese
I've seen shit in tha game as soon as he opened his mouth
We dropped him off tha fool went behind tha fuckin' house
I didn't think shit about it but some minutes had to pass
Make me really not trust his busta ass
I looked around and somethin' just made my eye switch
Twenty mo niggaz dressed just like tha bitch
Not takin' no chances i'm knowin' it's a stick up
But when we tried to bail we got blocked by a pickup
Dropped tha fools tryin to test my pimpin'
To see what i'm all about
But speakin to soon i got blasted
When i stepped up out tha cadillac
Vision blur i'm seein' 9-9
I was up on my back seein' a 6-6 up on a street sign
Lil buck slamed right into them durves
Baby you want to scoop me as i cross straight to tha curb
My nigga lil knife let tha tech start rippin' me
>from tha last hoes who still stood on they feet
Now we gettin' tha fuck up out of the hood
That was all wrong but takin some lifes made it right
It was a long night

(juicy "j")
It was a long night when i was locked down in 201
Back against tha wall smokin a square cuz it aint no fun
Watch them niggas fight over phone calls
Gettin' buck
Knowin' when they get they life sentence man they ass stuck
Niggas always nervous cuz they servin bustas with a swords
Pullin' tha real killaz, gd's, crips and vice lords
Lower level aint a joke
A nigga got his neck broke
Thrown to tha ground like a bitch pickin' up tha soap
But i wasn't goin cas a nigga like me kept my shank
If a fool stepped to me his face'll be in tha paint
Waitin' for a guard talkin' smart
It'll be a fight
In 201 locked down
It was a long ass night

(lord infamous)
We caught them devils basement
I walked down tha hallway
Where tha walls are lined with candle light
Sacraficin'
Goin' it enter tha triple six mafia gun room
Soon i will choose tha weapon i find most appropriate
For reasons i take tha smith & wesson and a mac 10
Paul walked in he grabbed a street sweeper
Grim reaper and a glock 19
Crunchy black he took tha goddamn m-16
Boo called tha koopsta
Told him to get tha shovel ready for burial
Of the bodies
Lets put them on unsolved mysteries
Ease please creep up in tha trees with tha night scope
And held it on tha blunt can blow nothin' but red dope
Them niggas died in a blast we stuck they gas in
Motha fuckin' triple 6 assassins

-?scream?-
How can you have faith in a god
That can not even control creation
How can he lead you to salvation
There is no hope in chaos-only
Welcome to the other side of reality
And this is your eternity (eternity)

(juicy-j)
The end of the world
I can see it comin'
So i pack my nine millimeters and i start
Huntin'
For these niggas that talk shit
Man these hoes will never quit until ya
Leave'em hangin' from a tree or thrown
In a ditch
Which one of you
Niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge
Backed up by an a-k
Fore you go to bed at night you bitches
Better kneel and pray
Cause when it's business
We takin' care our business
I'm cappin' on any punk witness
Or any foo wanna get in it
Man this shit is real
Not them stories you put in your raps
Not even that bullshit you talk behind
A nigga back
Let me make it simple and plain
Run up and you'll get your brains-blown
To the side of the curb with that plastic
Thang-thang meaning glock 19
With the 20 clip
You don't wanna fuck with this
You don't wanna fuck with this

Chorus x4
Therefore all you clicks, and you clans
And you crews
Fuckin',fuckin' with this click
And we gon' bring it to your ass

(koopsta knicca)
Man for a pety crime i swear i'll die
Before i do some time
Bitch the koopsta massive when i murder
With the muthafuckin' plastic nine
Corpses that we tortured in the chevy
Voices won't let me rest
Could this be the end yet
Or a message sent from satan (nigga omens)
They open the gates of horror
For them horror lords
We tortured the cases who arrested
The faces of triple six
Devil shit sorcerer
(kill that bitch, chop that bitch)
Or you might get caught on a crucifix
I'm sick of that burning inside of my
Cradle i'm wishin' that he could just come
Yet
This nina gots no trigger so i'm clickin'
Real quick like a serial killa mon'
Straight from that south for real'a
I'll buck you dead my nigga
And it's a shame when i dropped'em off
The break mane
In return i got no thangs
I went in dark room fool koop be jackin'
For their thang
Everytime i see's you slippin'
I go and load up my mac-10 (mac-10)
Victims of my devil's playground
Come burn with me until the end

Chorus x4

(lord infamous)
Tossin' the dead body over my shoulder
And sure to break out with my shovel
Or let evil look forward
And i start to dig up and toss in the body
And give up more money as bank of the sore
Three seperate bodies hacked up with a axe
And i think a big sack
Been chewed up by rats
I'm just writing these poems
They bring to renown cause a triple six
Night to rescore
Split rists with nee-dles in my fists
And amidst', thy clicks, of tricks
No i'm not a christian
But i'm mentally ill and i don't
Understand all the reasons
Well i think it's killin' season
And neither does my schitzophrenic friends
So therefore nigga due to my mental
Defocalty
Scarecrow is only entertained
By helping enemies bleed
Let all the bodies soak in all the blood
Let's go smoke with that chick with no pity
I bloody cut chop up they shell goes in
20 gauge
Finally thinkin' like i was fright-nit-ting
I'm havin'no thoughts
Of the lives i've done lost
When i'm blazin' the streets with gauge fire
Cause i'm havin' a halloween slaughter
It turned my gun focal
Just thank micheal myers
No mutilation's paralyzations
Got no patience when i'm chasin'
Down a patient
Tryin' to thwart assassination

Chorus x4

(dj paul)
I'm on a cross lucifer please cut me free (cut me free)
I'll draw your portrait if you pull these nails out my feet (nails out my feet)
My cross turns upside down
And finally i'm loose
I flip the land and released the others who sinned, tha scarecrow and the juice
I look to the sky and all i could say was
"finally it's on again"
No lord could stop us now
Cause the demons reborn again
My praise
The first power found me
So i could never coward out
A mind for murder but the barrel couldn't tell you half about this antichrist
Look into my eyes tell me what you see
The demonic man about scarecrowism
Saints can you feel me
I try for years and years
Sinkin' this one day of depression
Stormy weather and church bells
Ringin' to the election of a new-follower
Follow me into the trees
Watch me rob adam
And watch me rape eve
In this eve of destruction
Most will probably wonder
Will dj paul, the triple six click
And hell take'them under

-laughter-

(juicy j)
Bitch, now never

-laughter-

-sounds of rain and church bells fade-