Three 6 Mafia Presents Hypnoti

Chorus-2x
Hit the weed
Pass the dough
Mask'em face
Hide the yo
Ride on up
Not too fast
Point the guns
Kill yo' ass

1st verse
I'm a north memphis nigga
My nigga to my last days
And when i'm dead and i'm gone let the blunts blaze
See lifting weights in the pen got me toned up
But fuck the signs
If ya step i hold my chrome up
Don't give a fuck
'bout them niggas that you hangin' wit'
I'm rollin' up
Let this tech start sangin' bitch
I never quit til' you violators take a nap
Pop in yo' car
Blew yo' brains in yo' potnah's lap
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch
A murder charge
See niggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor
You snort a line in yo' mind
Now youse a killa
So pull the trigger so
We can let the dice roll
Dem hollow tips in yo' shit'll leave a nice hole
It's project pat on the track wit' the dope cookin'
And where i'm from
Grown men don't take no ass whoopins

Chorus-2x

2nd verse
Not only weak niggas like to start bullshitta
But in the street couple hollow points will hit ya
I'm watching out for you ones that are sheisty
I'm low on cheese so i might pull a heisty
I know you punk motherfuckers wanna test me
Because yo' bitch like to bow down and bless me
Don't give a damn get yo' mama house shot up
And have her stiff like some crack that's been rocked
Up
You fucked up and now you gotta pay the cost
Cause youse a hoe
And i'm the motherfucking boss
Automatic when i aim you say bye-bye
Yo' family sad you got killed in a drive-by
And to you ones that be talking all that yang,yang
What you gon' do
When that thang's in ya face man
It's project pat wit' that 12 guage strapped ya'll
I blow yo' chest out yo' motherfucking back dawg

Chorus-4x
Pat starts talking over chorus til end

Talking

Chorus-dj paul-(8x)
I'd rather die a soldier
Than nigga live a coward

(lord infamous)
Bullets are spittin' alright
I will let the metal slide
I'm layin wit' late at nite
The hindus state you will die
I know you lay petrified
Cause infamous set you right
Wit' shotguns and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off ignified
The rope round yo' neck is tight
You pop out your fuckin' knives
And that way you'll never cry,never cry

(lachat)
Now nigga how you gonna act like
You didn't fuck up
So accept the fact
How many times you've been warned
It's murder when ya fuck wit' chat
Don't need your sorrow or your pity
Should've thought before you did it
Ash to ash and dust to dust
Ya'll rest in space
You know chat when a motherfucker run on up
Yeah youse a great bitch
Just letting you know got thoughts of red
Oh,no remorse i buck you down wit' da .44
Never see my cowards
I got too much pride to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ???

Chorus-8x

(project pat)
Comin' like a duck a
You know i came for trouble
Some thug wit' the crosser
Hollow let a bust a
The hood for da money
Comin' from a junkie
Yo' nose kinda runny
You feel like a mummy
Yo' car gets a crummy
But mine's gettin' phatter
Yo' lips gettin' black a
To me it don't matter
Ya pay whatch owe a
Pla-ya fashoa
True mentality of a ghetto soldier

(t-rock)
Don't never get next to me
Although platinum thuggin' is my pedigree
I calculate my weapons,to killin' is my recipe
Bless it be my militant memphis when in jeapordy
Testin' me i blast him in the opens like sesame
West it be a much bigger man than what they measure me
My mother and my rifle are my only 2 treacheries
Best believe a singular shot you plead heavily
Never breathe i guess a casket was his destiny

Chorus-8x

(crunchy black)
I got a problem
Money dividends gotta solve'em
I heard you niggas they out to rob man
I can't let'em get me bro
I can't let'em get me
No i gotta stand ten toes
I gotta keep a strap on me
I gotta make sure no phone dead catch me cornered
Out here on that streetlife
I'd rather die a soldier than a coward any night

(gangsta boo)
How you wanna do it
How you wanna take it
You gon' wake up naked in the bed wit' satan
Shakin',wakin' up and shit
Bitch i betcha when the tech be pointed at ya
Maybe you will catch a fuckin' bullet
Never pistol platin' never bent
Bitch i'd rather be soldier than a coward any day
Bitch i'd rather smoke a hydro watch my cash flow
Anyway
Call me gangsta,gangsta never fuck me thank ya
If you ain't no man,wit' no cheese and some niggas who
Knew me

(mc mack)
Cm mack contemplating,waiting for another bitch to
Slip
I'm sippin' on the verve
That's where i stay try wit' those pistol grips
I never ever come up short
When it's time to jack a rudypoo
Just place the thangs up to his brain
(gunshot sounds)
Bitch,i'm mc mack,i close yo' shop
Trick you done found out
I'd rather go out like soldoer
Then even fuck off wit' you cowards
Come up on me,run up on me
Nigga like you got some anna
Play that role like you so buck
And kamikaze gonna find ya
They better remind ya

(scanman)
Kamikaze start nigga
Why nigga
Don't play me nigga
I don't give fuck nigga
Test if you wanna nigga
Slugs gonna hit ya nigga
Leave you in a gutter nigga
Police ain't gon' find me nigga
Cause i'm long gone nogga
Should've listen to me nigga
Told ya i'm a testin' nigga
We gon' leave you dead nigga
Called on by the scanman
We be like whatever nigga
Whoop ya kaizie style nigga
If you want us come get us
Come bring it to the camp nigga

All
Hypnotize c-a-m-p posse-4x

What you boys gon' do (x6)
Wha wha what you

[lord infamous]
I keep seeing images man it's like i'm locked in a simulator
Apocalypse slayer, i'm the street nigga terminator
Is it in my nature to be another life taker?
Then i ask 'em why home invader?
Strapped with the auto and razor
These days madness, raising havoc
Witness savage, blazing automatics
Ending this a highway traffic
Very graphic
I rob and kick a burglary kidnapping
They think it's just 'bout rapping
But sometimes we get to capping
Niggas snapping
You motherfucking bitches make me bored
Let's go on
If you think the world is really fucking yours
If we must fill the morgue
Then we will fill the morgue
If we must kill these boys
Then we will kill these boys
Let's destroy
All who cross the path
A hypnotize blood bath
Try to reach and grab
You will feel the aftermath
I'm the trial, i'm the da, i'm the lawyer and the judge
If you wanna feel the slugs
Then i let you feel the slugs

Chorus:
Don't make me kill, don't make me kill somebody (x4)
What you boys gon' do (x8)

[scan man]
Aw shit nigga you done pissed me off
Now nigga now it's time for a killing
Buck buck shots blasting
Who i be scan fucking man
>from the killa klan
Got my thugs from the south
Heavily armed and caused out
Better bring it
When you bring it
Cause if you don't that means you fucked
Cause those killers from the world
Won't hesitate to pop those slugs
Have yo mammies and yo pappys
And yo motherfucking grammies
Fuck yo poppa was because
You too damn greedy with that money
Now i told you don't test
And you did something, pity
You wasn't shit
Blaze something about your motherfucking prints
The patience of this game
You best to learn
Trying to have it all
You gon' fall
We gon' make sure of that
Hoe we gon' make sure of that
Decipher or stress that
Me blasting with my tech
You test
I'll flex
I'll bring the sawed
Three buck shots in your vest
I'm making motherfuckers feel what i feel
This shit is real
Motherfuckers who miss
Consider them graves
Don't make me murder you bitch

Chorus

[mc mack]
Get your dogs off me, pimping
It ain't no slipping
I'm running 'em on ya
Mc mack from the killa klan click
Got haters sick
Like they had pneumonia
Free me from this three way junction
Before i proceeding to take his life
And though i had them tear da any thugs from the southside
Ready to blast on site
Weapons blasting nice and fasting
Got you dashing
Spray this boy
Calling up my band of hollywood niggas
Whatever they ready for war
Let's let's make a stain
A stain on the lane
Youngin done hipped me to the game
Bitches choosing out the frame
Is it the fame or is the the cheese?
Hoes be trying to smoke on my weed
And know that mac done broke the laws
Or pay the dues for the things you see
Bitch please break your knees
Get off my chrome and get your own
Carla hit me on my horn
And said your momma aint at home
It's a hypnotize, kamikaze
Prophet posse, like the nazis
You aint with the camp
Wack producers trying to fucking copy
Stop stealing buster nigga
Bitch go check the sound scan
We cashing checks and flipping that
These haters will never learn
Don't make me kill nigga

Chorus

Chorus 4x
What's up, big mouth, big talk, big game
Teacher pet, taking aim, pump the tech, i'm taiking aim

(pastor troy)
Triple six 99 a bitch but fuck it
Creep up on them pussy niggaz hit the lights and the button
Don't you love it shit pastor troy dsgb
I represent it with my nigga from what (tennessee)
The enemy of the state i'm keeping nothing but weight
I top grind on these niggaz quit actin like it's straight
And niggaz fake but i tell them niggaz fuck ya'll
I dump your pussy ass and flip it with my nigga paul
Who can you conversation you see me pacing
And you can run and run but i'll be waiting
And you can bet i represent it for the southeast
Until death on the motherfucking beat triple six

Chorus 4x

(pastor troy)
I started rolling at the early age i heard it paid
So i made an investment, all my money was spent on buying drugs
And giving hugs to broads checking for bud
Because i'm dodging the law
I never saw and may i kept a kind the rest was raw
I had a proper ass (?)
I stole the show i didn't know i'd be judged
That's on the low and pastor troy praise god
Cause i concealed and my intentions to spill who ever will
Please step up and be killed
Don't think i'm real just to show that blood is red
Ain't no way till you finished just 16 shots in ya head
Ya'll scared

Chorus 4x

(t-rock)
In the land of atl, run shelves, crack sells for clientele
Brutally your head swell all who oppose get sent to hell
Midrange make ways to stay paid with ak's
Sin folks reload or enter heavy scapeways
We probably get robberies wit 12 gauge technology
So i kill blood spill i show no local modesty
Drop em g pay a fee doing combat killing enemies
Shot heads with infa reds so much death fuck a injury
I specialize and funeralize all the guys my clique despise
Full clip busted in between your eyes symbolize that its surely mine
When i bust my shells hoe leave you stuck like velcro
Throwing blows and elbows them tie that trick to the railroads
Bruise the bitch then shoot the trick now who's the snitch to get crucifixed
Clips and shit be super thick to inform you we ain't new to this
Blaze weed my tendencies bury mc's with jealousy
Assign to kill and steel i keep pastor preaches eulogy

{dj paul: talking}
Yeah nigga
The mother fuckin two time two time motherfuckin champions in this bitch
I got another motherfuckin gold plaque on the wall now nigga
Now tell me what you think about that look me in my eyes
And tell me nigga bitch bitch bitch bitch hoe hoe hoe nigga

{juicy j}
(background mixed through various parts of whole song)
Drop em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast you'll be flying

{crunchy black}
We bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools (x2)

{dj paul}
Like thisssssssssss
Now in my city its so real in my city its so fake
Got some niggas that's gone play got some niggas that gone hate
Got some niggas that's gone dis the treal niggas on the tape
But them the ones who want the streets so they start to evaporate
That's why them niggas ain't around no more
Cause them niggas could sell no more
Without the hypnotize or the prophet nigga you is no more
Got plaques up on my walls
Got twenties on my cars
Keep coming like you coming and i'm gonna show you
I ain't fucked up bout no charge nigga

{juicy j}
Can you niggas feel my pain
Catch me standing in the rain
Holding on a rusty 2
Bout to act a fuckin fool
Is the 6 the devil though
Make you wanna powder your nose
Have you smoking hydro weed
Satisfaction guaranteed
Bucking wild and throwing signs
Knowing these niggas done loss they minds
Blame it on coriddy and ooh
When we cock them thangs and shoot
Thinking somebody had seen my face
Now i'm gonna catch a murder case
Just gonna beat him round for round and leave him in the river

{[dj paul] crunchy black}
[they try to]
We bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools (x4)

{dj paul: talking}
Hahaha y'all niggas still don't understand
Nigga look around motherfucker look the fuck around you
And see who you see nigga all you see is me
Hypnotized c-a-m-motherfuckin-p bitch
Come on come on keep it coming keep it coming keep it coming

{project pat}
So you wanna try a
Nigga with the nine-a
Creep up from behind ya
Like the macarena
Shoot ya in your spine-a
Strap ya like a minor
Patch out your hizead
Slug bloody rized
Staying on the low low
Hating that's a no no
Duck taping trick up
In the trunk you go go
You gonna shake and shiver
Pain i deliver
Kidnapping fools throw they body in the river

{koopsta knicca}
Let get this on
You think i just piss off them fuckin sluts then a
The streets auto traffic gonna fuck you up but now
I had to tremble quick cause he bump with it
Got some midgets in my clizick now i'm pimping bitch
My friends have brand new teams
Twenties hundred ain't she motherfuckin funny
North memphis come we catching everything and money
Home at night keep my motherfuckin eyes open
Cause last night i'm dealing with the fedz in the corner store

{crunchy black}
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
I locked em in the trunk
And dropped they bodies off
See cash in b.z. you get that sawed off funk
Point to your head and then left someone dead
Then try that with thugs and be half out your head
See messing with me is like messing with the fedz
See messing with me is like being halfway dead
Most niggas don't walk my path i done already laid
Put 2 in the gun and flex so i won't be in that resting place

{lord infamous}
Don't make me get ignorant, feel the incisions
I shall make fragments, daggerous dragon
Poison and lashes, 2000 hazardous
Can you imagine, me with the magnum
Fire breathing dragon, blow away the ashes
What the fuck happen, torture and trap them
Satan is digging, scarecrow premonition
The world is ending, please make a decision

{lachat}
Mayn fuck that shit
Go get that bitch and throw her ass in my trunk
That infrared net be getting her head
She make more sounds and she dumped
Where the fuck the evidence bitch
Only heat for my witness
You think i'm playing what you saying
Lachat ain't bout her business
I tote my glock i keep it cocked
The .38 slug for a nigga
Could be my brother husband cousin
Fuck him i pull the trigger
Got no remorse wont sympathize
Ain't got no love in my soul
Don't fuck with me know who i be
Lachat that murdering hoe

{t-rock}
I got him running from my slugs wrath
Niggas get they mugs snapped
Licking shots from plastic glocks
You marinate in blood baths
Ignorance leave my manner
Silently concealed with anna
Hoe i pugulize your skull
And split it with the snipers scanner
Insert the capping glock
Gunpoint faster props
Lock and load like master lock
And hit you for an aftershock
I'm a snake so meet your fate
Compensate the paper chase
Triple 6 is running shit
Corroborate and we make you wait

{lil pat}
You's out there thinking we just bullshittin
About this shit gone whined up being
The very motherfucker with they wig split
Laying there in the corner
That you cant just see me come out of
Now you think a nigga still playing
Bitch what's up cuz
Like i always said
I'm gonna tell you once and ain't no more
I think i done made it clear enough
About how these ballers like the road
I ain't you hoe
Lil p don't mess with me when i get good and crunk
Or you gonna find yourself locked in the fuckin trunk

{juicy j}
(background mixed)
Drop em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast you'll be flying