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 Vol. 2-club Memphis Underground » Tekst piosenki [+ Dodać +] |
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1. _ Suck A Nigga D**k (pt. Ii)
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2. _ Beat Down
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3. _ Funky Town
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4. _ Droppin' Dat Dirt
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5. _ Nine To Yo Dome
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your dome hoe
Nine to your dome hoe
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
Nine to your
(chorus)
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gona do bitch
The motherfuckin south is in the house foe the nine fo
Memphis niggaz, nigga and we killas who gon run the floor
One of you hoes step
One of you hoes gonna die bitch
Aint no thang
Civil and plain bang
In your eye bitch
Tricky type ass niggaz
Always wanna flex they nuts
But they gonna get fucked
With this nine
Stuck up they butt
Unload this whole damn clip up in your ass hoe
Naw, its to late to squash the shit
I'm gonna blast hoe
Fuck the five o
And the motherfuckin jumpin grass
Searching a real nigga in his draws
Like they ass a fag
Get yo god damn hands of a real one
Just before i make you feel the bullets from my steal some
Big ass cop think i'm playin
But i'm from tha hood
North memphis hoe
Yeah rank it bitch hollywood
Ready and prepared
That's the exit que to
With my tone
Whatcha gonna do
When my nine crones at your dome
Bitches
(chorus)
Nine motherfuckin millimeter
Aint no tradin hoe
This some real shit
Street shit
Lettin sucker know
If yo ass step
Go head make me pull the triger
Fuckin with me dawg
You gonna make me catch a charge nigga
Figga out a way
With these holla points (?) tips
Slip, trip, cock back, quick
Then i shoot a bitch
Aint no damn fuckin around
13 rounds at your head
Aim point blank
At your face
Makin sure your dead
Headed to my motherfuckn ride
Dichin evidence
Mask on, lotces on
Headed to my residence
Consequences
They accur when you talkin smack
Thinkin you the big man
But you betta watch your back
Rat tat tat tat
With the sound of the tech nine
Take this trick bitch ass nigga tryin to take mine
(oh naw man i aint gonna take yours)
(aint nothing like that dog you know what i'm sayin)
Nine to yo fuckin dome bitch
(chorus) till fade
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6. _ Half On A Sack Or Blow
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7. _ Get Buck Muthafucka (original)
Ahhh yeah here we go
(chorus)
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
(juicy j)
Yeah 1991 dj juicy j
Strikes again
All never turn my back on my city
Since the neighborhoods
Yeah the neighborhoods
Here we go
Here we go
North memphis
South memphis
West wood
Orange mound
Clabirant homes
Dixie homes
Mcneil county
Speedy henry
Watkins and brown
German town
Mid town
Foot homes
Big hampt
Collage park
Hyde park
Evergreen
Smoky city
Ridge grove
Ridge chris
Major hights
South paw
Third ward
Corner village
Black haven
New chicago
Springdale
Hollywood
Frasier
Yeah in the house
In the house
Yeah we gonna call out a few schools
All the high schools
North side
South side
East high
Melrose
Cillchris
Hamilton
Sherwood
White haven
Ferley
Cypress
Hughs
Citicorp
Haverview
Only haven
Yeah
(chorus)
So get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
1991 notorious dj juicy j
And we out
We out
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8. _ Fuck That Nigga
Follow that nigga (x11)
(juicy j)
Fuck that nigga and his whole damn neighborhood
Let me make one motherfuckin thing understood
In my hood a couple of you niggaz try to sell out, tell out
Now you know don't have to make me take my scope out
And when i do that
I'm a aim then fuck ya
Solid in my face all mayn
I'm a busta
Cap in yo ass
That's for fuckin with me nigga
I know that you a hoe
And now i heard you clamin killa
A killa is a nigga who will look you in the eye
Put tha pistol in your face
And let the pistol meet the fly
But i don't think so
You betta not try
I'm throwin out guns like a kamikaze pilot
My eyelid is raised and i got u in focus
What you wanna faze all you punk ass jokers
I hope this
Lesson motherfuckers gonna teach you
I got 6 slugs and they all wanna beat you
(chorus)
Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Bling bling bling
Fuck this shit
Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Bling bling bling bling
Fuck this shit
(juicy j)
Fuck you nigga
And you know just who i'm talkin bout
Livin on that other side
And you crossed a nigga out
I'm about my home
When it comes to stayin down
Use to be my road dogg
Now you just another clown
Hangin round you
Was a very very dumb mistake
Thought you was a real nigga
But you was another fake
Busta, musta
Wanna be thugster
I'm a label you as a dead motherfucker
Fuckin with a nigga like that
You can die hoe
When i come out with the gat
I'm a try hoe
All of my might
Put you six under
Lookin for a fight
I'm a break out with the thunder
Sound of a glock 38
What you gonna do
Last sound that you hear (boom)
Mark ass niggaz fruntin like they gonna blast
Don't make a nigga like me run and kill yo ass
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9. _ South Memphis Representin'
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10. _ Fuck Dat Shit
(chorus)
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
(juicy j)
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Slap a punk bitch
Slap a punk bitch
And raise hell like a mother
Make you call the punks
And when your finish other punks
I'm a cut your throat
Just a fun nigga mayn don't be playin it
And let a nigga know your real and ain't barn shit
Cause with that bullshit front you'll be called a chump
I saw you smokin on a blunt bragin bout your trunk
So what you got pop pop nigga bring it on
22 38 tech nine a tone
So when you shoot your little, shoot your better, shoot to kill
Cause i'm a blow your punk ass to the grave
(chorus)
(juicy j)
When i trip it up
I just say fuck the shit
Fuck police
Fuck the feds
Fuck all of it
Cause i don't really care who stepped in my path
Cause i'm a chatch you off guard drop it up your ass
Take your money and your dope and your car keys
That's how a nigga has to live when he's under siege
You got problems with the juice don't be actin strange
Why even talk behind by my back take care of your bussines mayn
Cause when you cum i'm a cum like a nut cum
And make you think to yourself should i fight or run
If you keep stealin mine i'm a keep stealin
And keep my name out your mouth and put my dick in it
Fuck that shit
(chorus)
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11. _ Ya'll Ready For This
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12. _ North Memphis Area
North memphis
North memphis
North memphis
North memphis area
Southern south barrier
North memphis
North memphis
North memphis
North memphis
North memphis area
Southern south barrier
North memphis area
Southern south barrier
North memphis area
Southern south barrier
North memphis area
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North memphis
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North memphis area
Southern south barrier
North memphis area
Southern south barrier
North memphis area
Southern south barrier
North memphis
North memphis
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North memphis
Rat tat tat
Rat tat tat
Rat tat tat
Rat tat tat
Rat tat tat
Rat tat tat
Rat tat tat
North memphis area
Southern south barrier
North memphis area
Southern south barrier
North memphis area
Southern south barrier
North memphis
North memphis
North memphis
North memphis
North memphis area
Southern south barrier
North memphis area
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North memphis area
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North memphis area
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North memphis area
Southern south barrier
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Southern south barrier
North memphis area
Southern south barrier
Don't don't don't fuck with me
But if a sucka think north memphis are psychos
You betta hide or somethin
Cause we tossin dynamite
Rat tat tat
Rat tat tat
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13. _ Blow A Nigga's Ass Off
(chorus)
Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off
Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off
Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off
Blow a niggaz ass off, ass off , ass off
Fuck, fuck one nigga down blow a niggaz ass off
I aint on this shit
Quick with my fuckin gat
Blow a nigga ass off
Bitch thats just how i react
I'm a real nigga all about my fuckin killin
You bustas with that animosity
Yo cap i'm peelin
I'm from the grove with my 4
See i stay straped
Never slippin see north memphis niggaz on the map
I got that gauge 38 and that four five glock
Deep in the bushes see i'm scopin with that red dot
You try to run i'mma cock my gat and blast you
This is a blow a nigga ass off part two
Kill a bitch
Fuck a hoe
Do or die in the nine fo`
R.i.d.g.e.g.r.o.v.e bring this to the door
No love lost bitch
North memphis in the fuckin house
buckin busta bitches
Now you hoes gotta run your mouth
My glock is like a pump
Motherfucker quick
Trizick bizitch i just clizick
onna bizitch on my dizick
Now hoes better recognize
lil glock aint no fuckin joke
Little pretty boy smile
The glock child is blowin out a puff a smoke
Ridge grove in this bitch
Hoes gotta pay the cost
North memphis takin over blowin niggaz ass off
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14. _ Tear Da Club Up
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
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15. _ Liquor And Dat Bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
I wake up
I gotta get fucked up
I gotta get my dick sucked
So i won't have bad luck
Yo my nigga pass me the tops
And open up the brown bag
That's sittin on the crops, props
The top of the bottle of the hennesey
Every time i blaze a job in public
I make a lot of friends g
I feel the need for the weed
My nigga fat cackey
Hollerin i smoke a job
I know that's all chris wants
I gotta do what i gotta do
I reach into my pocket
Reachin for my gat
Enough to be through
And plus this some action my nigg
Somkin on a mother fuckin jobs
Some motherfuckin big
It's gonna have me on a motherfuckin ground
Every body's happy not making a motherfuckin sound
But now i got the munches
I gotta get some grub
Fuckin wit that liquor and bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Went up to the liquor store
Got me a 5th of the hennesey
Got some stouts just comin over
I hope those bitches i ready to g
Pass paul the blunt
He take the hits and pass it back to me
Listening a new track we just droped from the a.m.p
Got back to the crib
Opened the freezer and cracked the ice tray
Fillin on some glasses
The hoes just called they on the way
Hey we great the hoes
I started porin the hennesey
The gift to see
And this shit wont be borin
Hoes will be horin
Niggaz will be scorin
Fuckin on the floors and
Deep sea explorin
But anyway the slugs feel it
And they started to sip it
Twanty minutes later
She on my dick i started to dip it
Dog that cuccey
Work that cuccey
Makin them bitchs do they duties
Soon as i got trough
Kicked they ass out
Then i watched a movie
Now my ass is layed out on a rug
Torn up fuckin wit that liquor and dat bud
Mayn
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Dj paul fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Lord infamus fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Black haven fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Castilia fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Magnolia fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
North memphis fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Herst village fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
South memphis fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Clabrin homes fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Westwood fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Orange mound fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Bilta grove fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Big hampton fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Twinkle town fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Memphis fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Memphis fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Memphis fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Memphis fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
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