When The Smoke Clears

Chorus x4
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH

(Juicy 'J')
How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill
Haters talkin' lots of shit
But they scared of the steel
If you want me come and get me
Cause I'm real with this here
I ain't scared of none of you hoes
I ain't never shead a tear
In yo hood bumpin' ridin' with a twelve case of beer
Ain't no nigga make no moves
Get you scared, shook your fear
Y2K hit the clock
So you know the ending's near
One call to them killas and you just might disappear

(DJ Paul)
Now nigga all in my face hollin' real but real soft
Bitch I'm holdin' up this glock
Bout to knock your block off
You a weak ass bitch
And your CD cover show
With your fake ass face
I been knowin' ya so I know a sissy hoe
Yeah know this a triple six city
All that MTV and BET got you feelin' shitty
Just the dick you used to be my dog
Used to be my nigga
Now you fake
But I stomp on you trick in the grass
You little snake bitch

Chorus x4

(Lord Infamous)
Uh, In the mood a fucking crowd
Make the speakers pound
If you niggas wild
Knock these bitches out
Rumblin' the ground
Tramplin' niggas down
]From the dirty south
Where the niggas like it loud
Wish ya hypnotized
Instagater ?
Fire in my eyes sosate lucky Frank White
Ready for the gunfight
If you wanna get high
Ain't no simpathize
Make you sleep till it's judgement night

(La Chat)
Talk is cheap
I hear you talking but you ain't bout your bizz
La Chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch
My motherfuckin' plastic gat we gonna rumblin' shit
Then they gon' hit'cha smit'cha get'cha so don't fuck with this shit
I know you feelin' when I'm speakin' and I'm speakin' to you
Well hoe it's true, who got the proof bitch
What you gon' do
I keep my mug cuz I'm a thug
I left the twink on my grill
You got some manner
Need to show it
Shit you claim that your real

Chorus x4

[DJ Paul] (Crunchy Black)
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*repeats through whole song*]
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga

[Project Pat]
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'

[Lord Infamous]
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz
Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

[Juicy J]
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fiend wiolatin' the business, I ain't wit'
And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit
And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss
They smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors

[MC Mack]
First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA!
Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your door
4, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos
So, when we creep, drop cause I'ma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind, blow

[Cruchy Black]
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black
You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
You half steppin'
I got the weapon
Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga

[La Chat]
No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit
Got all my boys, don't make no noise,
just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart
It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy

[Koopsta Knicca:]
Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin' that shit about this
man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start
See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard

[T-Rock]
Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition
No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute

[MC Mack]
I woke up early Saturday morning,
suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers
Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends
And pay a livin', neh nigga,
gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan
You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me
You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the treason,
time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze

[DJ Paul]
Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke
Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise
Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays
Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays
And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight
And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
What, what, it's CP nigga
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga

f/ U.G.K.

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat 8x)

[Pimp C]
For a trill, working the wheel, a pimp not a simp
Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp
We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning
Punk niggas make me sick with all the pidgeoning and bargaining
You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shit
You got a funny Geneva evil watch, with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us
I got the web from mezzazine, thick orange and yellow cuffs
Hyper called on, on the hands-free phone
The '84 roam, on them blades, 20-inch chrome
If you got 16, you can get a biz-erp
I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp

[DJ Paul]
Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it
Some niggas they join it joint it, but I be fucked up up on it
Well we're the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit
If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' haves a bitch
Two niggas all at the mouth, niggas all at the ass
And plus there's some type of niggas that
Caught all night and she cool with that
She popped off a pill of X, and drank off some orange juice
And just when you thought she was freaky she done got super loose
Niggas come in by threes and twos, all in circles like duck-duck-goose
All it wanted, can flaunted, she on that X and the tootie fruit
40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus
The next is how its no ounce niggas
Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man I'm bout all out

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat 4x)

[Juicy J]
People always asking me, 'Me the Three 6 high on that'
Rolling on them X pills, scurry pup-pup powder packs
Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need that
Night crillers slow me down, want something that keep me easy
Nothing like that yella yella better hey you're itching man
Talking like you 'What's up, fool?' Vocal chords sounding lame
In my days all we did was G-fight on the quarter pound
Gone on coke, eyes are buck, he should have knocked you down
Now you're out, lay up all asleep when you're up on them wheels
Ain't no doubt, hit me when I peep for this wheat field
Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that dank
Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint

[Bun B]
Let me continue what you know, I bring Nito and Young Guido
Hauling Vito, we play a tune sweeter than ?Bedito?
With my Three 6 niggas hoeing up in my southern creedo
Quick fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Vito
Cause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a Zanger
You ain't from the major boy, but you gets the middle finger
Humdanger, rum dranker, occaisionally take
Your bitch to the Tilly and be a dick and cum slanger
When Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarm
Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm
And that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitches
Some the hoes, I'm Florida the foes
And for the most I'm steady sippin' on some

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat til fade)

[Talking]
'Hey we gonna do a song called Tongue Ring!
'Let me see your Tongue Ring, is it rusty, hahaha ?

Chorus 1:
{D.J. Paul}
Let me fell your Tongue Ring
let me feel
let me feel
let me feel
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel
let me feel
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel
let me feel
let me feel
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel
let me feel
let me feel
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel your Tongue Ring

{Juicy 'J'}
Me and my niggas try yo' bitch
stole the price and stang yo' bitch
all you did was take a shot
and ball the fist to close the fist
kiss it at the mall to mill
hold the hands and love the shit
hope you ain't no essency
don't you know she used to trick
open the door to pop the crespt
to take your time to fucking sex
I never would a will a swept
knowing she'd be chewing paint
all my boys the more the better
not a week but when you met her
spits the swallow while she asks
thats as if you gon' eat me now

{D.J. Paul}
Now nigga (nigga) what ?
What the fuck ?
Im all about them freaky hoes
that like to suck
them brawls wit' them booty blowin'
now thats the bidness
I let this kinda camera for show
be my witness
them boys wit the can't block it
get them round
wit' them boys that can't rock it
drink some crown wit it
niggas wit some videos
or some college hoes
that playin' hard to get
but they the freakiest (freakiest)


Chorus 2:
Let me feel
let me feel
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel
let me feel
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel
let me feel
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel
let me feel
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel
let me feel
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel your Tongue Ring
let me feel
let me feel
let me feel your Tongue Ring

{Gangsta Boo}
I be fucking this nigga
straight corruping this nigga
pussy wet as a river
you need a boat for me nigga
I be hot as a fire
oh my God im on fire
I be tellin' these boys
I do my thang when im higher
come on baby just lay down
or to bed with me baby
I be triple the playin'
the triple pleasure im sayin'
I be comin' with cha'
if your freaky like me
if your freaky, im sneaky
hey undercover watch me
strawberries and ice
not the ice on yo' wrist
got yo' niggas dick brick
see me rubbin' my clit
(rubbin' rubbin' my clit)
suckin' (suckin') my tits
camcorder got me staring high
in my first click
I be major with mine, I don't fuck all the time
I don't need you, please believe me
nigga only when im
in the roof of a quick
a quick ride on the dick
through a razor in my mouth
straight slicin' yo' shit
NIGGA !!!

Repeat Chorus 2

{Chrunchy Black}
Dis' Bitch, dat ho (ho)
let me see you pussy ho
soakin' fuckin' wet
nigga tryin' to play some fat
oldy, freaky, hood rat type of ho
nigga don't you know all hoes ?
go easy
fuckin' cum easy
fuckin' go see me
nigga fuckin' ho bout' a train bro'
all nigga, all boy, take off yo' fuckin' hat
let these ho put cap in yo lap (jack)

{Lord Infamous}
Fornified pleasure girl
lickin' every measure girl
tryin' to find a tresure girl
nigga it's whatever girl
bitch i'll take you round' the world
lick ya dick, a talk ya twirl
All to know ya' toes will curl
and then your dick will start to hurl
talk like I fuck her in da butt
nigga it ain't hard to cut
wait untill she sittin' up
just waitin' to lick a nigga nuts
quickly gettin' naked
skinny dick, she'll strecth it
pussy stayin' wet, and she loves when niggas rake it

{Koopsta Knicca}
So did it bitches
pretty bitches
freaky bitches
I've had those sticky bitches
Grand there thin, all on the flow wit' bitches
them goin' bitches
hoein bitches
blowin' bitches
mad at the stoned up bitches
flowin' bitches
some sort of rollin' bitches
scary bitches
plenty bitches
hairy bitches
even the smelly bitches
ready bitches
beat up the deadly bitches
say what ?
to tear up the ugly bitches bout' the news
Koopsta my bloodshed bullsucker
bitch you gon' feel the nooooise !

[DJ Paul talking with gunshots in background]
Yeah, run bitch. Run hoe! Ya nice motherfuckas!
Y'all jealous ass bitches!
You know what I'ma call y'all? Some Jello niggas.
Cuz y'all jealous of us, bitch.
Every motherfucker in our camp ridin clean, nigga.
Y'all know the motherfuckin score.
And this one right here is dedicated to you [censor beep].
It's dedicated to you, nigga.

[Chorus: DJ Paul]x1
They wanna dress like
Wanna sound like
Wanna be like
Ride like
Get high like
Make cheese like
The motherfuckin Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit em?
The motherfuckin Three 6, hoe you got a problem wit em?

[Lord Infamous]
I'm from the part of Tennessee called SPV, Spray Pesty Varments
Catch ya busta boy, I beat em; blow em up outta his dorments
Punk ass niggas be tryin ta stick a light up under me, like some ornaments
Don't make me grab the case that's fulla the weapons and hand ya ?the bombing?
Bitch ya killin me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage
Punk motherfucker don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storage
Bitches, bloody Satan waiting ???
Armageddon soldiers comin to ???

[Crunchy Black]
You trying to be like me, you can't be like me
It's hard ta be me, like them stunts on TV, g
You see me, hustlin, workin my muscle-in
Puttin my 2 cents where it can be trusted-n
You musta been a silly fool
Thinkin you could wear my shoes, damn fool
I walked a mile, I hauked em down
I understand now, why everybody don't wanna frown

[Chorus x2]

[DJ Paul]
1 thousand: Your kid kidnapped and fucked in the mouth
2 g's: Wife never seen again, but nothin to brag about
3 thousand: Car blown up, house burnt to the ground
4 g's: Run up in ya weak ass show, lettin off rounds
5 thousand: Best friend found naked and decapitated
6 g's: Yo broke ass barried alive cuz yo ass hated
7 g's: He ain't even workin on killin, nigga myself dead
Catch em in tha haven put somethin hot up in his head

[Juicy J]
I'm real from the junt (junt)
Never was a punk (punk)
North Memphis bound bitch, buck ass hell and crunk (crunk)
You might catch me deep (deep)
On your fuckin street (street)
Buckin wit the tech-9, sweep you off yo feet (feet)
Drankin on that liquour (liquor)
Chillin wit my niggas (niggas)
Hangin on the corner, wit a fuckin rusty pistol (pistol)
Step up to me hoe (hoe)
When you on that blow (blow)
I'ma (gunshots: pop pop pop, pop) till you hit tha flo (flo)

[Chorus x2]

[Koopsta Knicca]
Ahhhhh!
Please don't test the wrist or steel this
Waitin for she tell, pop, every style mystic
Pimp shit, hits never miss those red
Settin you a miss, when I spray the AK
Plus I flex-a hella gay, will you catch a boy?
Ever since a boy, always had black toy
So we ain't goin out, no punk, I'm knockin out y'all
Dead body, froze, ?hard puss in my jaw?

[Gangsta Boo]
Well all them hoes that used to be down with me
I signed a deal, made some money, now you bitches downin me?
Bitches tryin ta blast at me,
or am I dreamin the motherfuckers be after me?
Why you tryin ta be like me? You labelled as a wanna-be.
You ghetto hoes, you need to read a bonus Gangsta Boo
Cuz you might find a tip, bitch, that can help you.
I'm a down chick
Niggas be wantin ta crown chick
Stay around chick
Whenever, however, it's goin down, bitch.

[Chorus x2]

f/ Crunchy Black

[DJ Paul]
Hey man, put the needle on the record man
Let's bump some of this motherfucking Crunchy Black
This shit bump dog

[Crunchy Black in Who Run It]
This motherfucking room (static)
I can't take (static)
Tossed Out, These Bitches (static)
I'm bout to Overload
I'm bout to kill a boy
All I (record scratch) 3x
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
Keep it easy, you don't wanna get speedy
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
Lay, lay, lay on yo back
Lay, lay on yo back
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All On this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom

[Crunchy Black]
Yeah I rob, Yeah I steal
Yeah I put ya body in a field
I ain't fakin no deal, just tryin to get a meal
Hustlin out here, understand my skill
This money gotta be made, made to the grave
Till death do us part, somebody gotta pay
Pay what they way, pay what they make
Don't makes no difference, I gotta get paid
Nigga, hustlin, out here on the streets
Tip toe down nigga, I ain't tryin to be beat
Like a hoe out here, like hustlin the street
Tryin to get her somethin so her pimp can eat
Ain't nothin goin on but the money and the power
Got one in the chamber for you weak ass cowards
If you keep talkin shit, I'mma come and get ya
CB is my name, and I ain't playin wit ya bitches

[Crunchy Black in Who Run It]
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom