Playlist Three 6 Mafia

three 6 mafia - armageddon comes

Stock the dope in the days and I got em'
Looked the buster dead in his face and I shot em'

[Hook 1]
Nina, milli, military killer
Feel my strategy of warfare nigga
Nina, milli, military killer
Feel my strategy of warfare nigga

[Hook 2]
We bout to take this bitch by storm
Nigga grab ya arms, prepare Armageddon comes
We bout to take this bitch by storm
Nigga grab ya arms, prepare Armageddon comes

[DJ Paul]
Ya stuck up in the wrong part of town, M-Town-M-Town is on trey
Representin' nine to five, it's time I hit a snowflake
They got me on a cheese chase
I had to test one, my fingerprint were on his face
I had to tell son, ya rollin' with some niggas on a Cognac tip
Too many of them slow, the rest of em' got that weed in that there
We ain't gon' call this shit a night till I feel alright
Me and my nigga was searchin belles till I get some tight

[Gangsta Boo]
I bringin' out shit that's gon' bring hell
Nigga so fuck yo bulletproof vest
And I be the best when it come to arsonist
I'm blazin' up in this shit
I got chu' faded cause the lady that I be is in me
I'm chargin' all you sucker niggas, never fuckin' for free
I'm takin' hoods like storms, I'm droppin' lyrics like bombs
I'm comin' quick to leave ya quick cause ho I be like the one
We goin' platinum on ya ass so hold this stick while I pee
Let's keep it on the down low bro cause you ain't heard it from

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]

[Lord Infamous]
We be the murderin' motherfuckers servin' them musical felony
Bring em' in above the killers yellin' better deadly medley
With the infamy, everyone of my victims slept in misery
Since the embassy with the chief that lost the best in lyrical sensory
Takin' a life in a second, we split ya neck off with the guillotine
All you niggas fear of me, pay for the women see
Let the killer do his job and I promise you won't feel a thing
I'm on a killin' spree, of course it's me
That nigga that gives no mercy, see

[Koopsta Knicca]
You know niggas make plans, I'm the beater man
But I'm just a young ass nigga with glock in hand
Every time ya see me in the streets I ain't rollin' deep
Cold fuckin' plastic on the seats, don't cha' fuck with me
Comin' from a city where niggas be slangin' dope and storin' cane
Memphis niggas step up in this now we runnin' thangs
Hooked with these Houston niggas now the plan is to get thicker
Prophet Posse, Houston posse now the plan's to get richer, bitch

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]

three 6 mafia - charging these hoes

Triple 6 Mafia
"Chargin These Hoes"
Underground Vol.1
deciphered by Mista Flames

Chorus
What's a nigga doin?,chargin these hoes,

DJ Paul
What the true playas doin,oh,they makin these hoes pay the mutha fuckin cost,
to the real mutha fuckin boss,
pimpin is how I make my livin,you fools need to keep payin bitch,
cause while ya gettin po,Im steady gettin rich,
why they payin these hoes,I cant figure it out,these bitch could be chewin &
screwin,
the whole fuckin backyard and not get a dime for that,
for what,hoe I dont need ya,what Im gonna eat ya,bitch Im bout to beat ya,
and what's up wit them hoes that made the song,chewin ass nigga,
tramp ass bitches forgot that I had the picture,
from the camcorder in the closet,caught you hoes slippin,
these bitches be gettin mad when they hear they name on tape,they start to
trippin,
that's how it is fuckin wit a Backyard nigga,
my nigga Lord Infamous got fingers on the trigga,
aimin for yo face lettin ya hoes know the score
yo Juicy what these niggas doin (They chargin these hoes mane)

Repeat Chorus

Juicy J
I met a lil freak bitch who always wore tight shit,
had 5 kids and her pussy had a tight grip,
the first of the month came,the first of the month came,
I saw the mailman comin,now its time to run game,
give me half the check bitch,niggas like me never quit,
big nose red bitch,let yo lips meet my dick,
pay up the money,for the runnin of my cum on ya tongue,
Juicy "lowdown" J will never get sprung,
never was ya friend see,all nigga want is cheese,
McDonalds,Crystals,Burker King,Wendys,
whatever kinda check it is,chargin hoes is my biz,
D Magic,Project Pat,I know my nigga down for his,
yeah ya hoes know the score,wanna fuck thru the door,
credit cards,crazy checks,all that type of shit'll go,
to ya lil dirty hoes,keep my name out ya mouth,
unless ya want a job bitch,that's what Im talkin bout

Repeat Chorus

three 6 mafia - neighborhood hoe

It was one Saturday night in June now I clearly remember
I seen this whore that I met in December
The bitch didn't wanna give me no play
But she heard us at the concert the other day
Now the shit about to fall in place
I just seen her rode bye with a smile on her face
Tiltin my hat makin sure it's in place
Hopin I'll be the next nigga to taste her pace
That motherfuckin lot round the strip grippin on my dick haters don't
trip
Got a muthfuckin 40 cal in the spot ready for a nigga that think I'm
gone slip
Chevy thang, slow, clean, chrome face, glod D's
Bitches ridin up in my shit man I'm tellin these hoes please
I had to speak to soon her comes a hoe
Nigga she got game
First thing she ask me was whats my name
and I'm ridin in that chevy thang
She knows goddamn well who I am
But since she wanna playa hate in response I was tellin the hoe my name
was Davante
Swing now the muthafucka ditchin
Playa like me tryin to get down in it
Gotta keep it key low with the hoe
In the muthafuckin "Pala with the windows tinted playa
I got this wild and bout it bitch
Just give me two days to hit the shit
Beter get your exercise on the third day
Prophet Posse gonna take care ya

three 6 mafia - it s a fight

Intro

Yeah
Yeah
We ain't playin' wit cha
We ain't playin' wit cha
Step yo ass up
What chu wanna do
Get yo ass knocked down
What chu wanna do
Get ready
What chu wanna do
Three six mafia... mafia
Let's go (wassup)
Yeah
We ain't playin' wit cha
It's goin' down
It's goin' down (screams)

Chorus (X2)

We gon hit em wit da left, hit em wit da right
We gon hit em wit da left, hit em wit da right
It's a fight it's a fight head busta head busta
It's a fight it's a fight head busta head busta

Verse 1

See I'm the king of the ring ring
Ring the bell and I'm comin out swing swing
Swingin' left swingin' right till they ding ding
He hit da ground bounce up like a spring spring
Hit em again now like a birdie start to sing sing
Bright lights cameras flashing like bling bling
He started seeing things now I got em heads and knees
on the floor crawl up to the corner crying
I'm the man there's no defeating
The ground you will be eating
I'm ready sharp non stop this is easy
Put em out da game like his name is Milli Vanilli

Chorus (X2)

Verse 2

Here we go again wit these cowards that be haters
Jealous of da three six cause we gettin our paper
We'll whoop yo ass thought you knew we don't care about
Noise talkin' fools get yo denture teeth knocked out
We don't be playin when it come to handlin business
Hit cha we dat one hitter quitter solid fistes
And we take your corners and we shutting down your trap spot
Kickin down yo door and we stomp you like a jauggernaught
Call the police when you hear that we comin through
Eyes stay red from the liqour and the zuzus
We'll beat ya down anybody wanna step up
Better say yo prayers you gon get yo face messed up

Chorus (X2)

three 6 mafia - poppin my collar

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Now every since I could remember I been poppin my collar
Poppin poppin my collar, Poppin poppin my collar
Every since I could remember I been working this hoes
And they betta put my money in my hand

[DJ Paul]
Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery
Alot of dudes swear they play man they some fackery
Let me catch a girl up out some work in mah site
And believe I'm gon be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight
I'm tryin to get paid however money is made
Alot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
But me I ain't no pimp, I just love to borrow
Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model fa real

[Juicy J]
Well you know me by the Juice man hangin out with Big Keith
Standin on tha porch, drinkin liquor, drunk, smokin weed
Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain't came yet
Thats why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet
So I could get paid and relax in the shade
And say fuck a nine to five cuz a nigga tired of slavin
It's never easy for a playa in tha hood on tha come up
If I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up

[Chorus]

[Crunchy Blac]
She's just another hoe that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well go on head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper something in her ear if I could
I got some hoes out there bringin ya boy back some good
That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood
Ain't havin to shout at no motherfuckin slut
You know I'm actin bitch make cut a fuckin rug
You better get out there and get my money in the woods
I'ma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug
You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what
These hoes out here be fucking for a muthafucking dub, FREAK BITCH!

[Chorus]

~~RêSanches~~

three 6 mafia - ridin spinners

[DJ Paul]
This for all my players out there ridin'... spinners
I don't care where you at, the club parking lot
The express way, whatever
What I want you to do right now is just STOP
And let em' keep spinnin' man

[Hook 2X]
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
They don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
They don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
They don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
I'm rolin'

[DJ Paul]
Pedal to the metal then STOP, [*Brakes*]
Take another sip from the syrup then STOP [*Brakes*]
Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP [*Brakes*]
See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP [*Brakes*]
My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma
Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they got asthma
Older people trippin' cause they think they seein' thangs
My car sittin' still but my rims still rolin' man, they off the chain

[Juicy J]
Everybody let ya spinwheels spin like a spinmill
Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville
See them thangs shinin' sparkin' like a diamond
Bumpin' the Alpi-ne, why you's a lyin'
Eyes like a Chinese, I'm drinkin' on the Heiny
I'm ridin' on the strip, any party you can find me
You rollin' with the finest, the North Memphis highness
You ball till ya fall, till a player aged ninety

[Hook 2X]

[Lil' Flip]
I got twenty inch spinners on my drop [*Brakes*]
Nothin' but white and yellow rocks in my watch [*Brakes*]
I'm doin' one-fifty so I'm watchin' for the cops [*Brakes*]
Since I'm in the Lamborghini I ain't gon' stop [*Brakes*]
I'm packin' a glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust
And down here we drink purple (And we drink that Tuss)
So grab a cup Juice so I can pour ir up
And if you represent yo hood, go on throw it up
It's the L-I-L F-L-I-P
If I ain't smokin' trees, I'm pokin' freaks
So throw the row of keys and let me roll
Cause this the way we ball, I'm just lettin' you know
We like our music slow but our cars go faster
I'm in the V-12 with my cousin Big Shasta
I'm Lil' Flipper and I'm a top ten seller
Everybody slowin' down cause my drop is yellow

[Hook 2X]

[Lord Infamous]
I saw my dog with the center circles so I [*Brakes*]
They spinnin' like a saw so don't touch em' when I [*Brakes*]
I saw a shanky broad that owe me money so I [*Brakes*]
See me choke the hell up out my broad when I [*Brakes*]
When ya stand by the blades you can feel a slight breeze
Stop by House of Dubs just to keep em' on clean
Fell up in the Peabody, the most expensive suite
Them thangs still spinnin' when I filled out the receipt

[Crunchy Black]
I used to be clean in my Expedition
A girl see me and she'll be wishin'
That I'd stop and spit some pimpin'
It's mackin' in me baby, I just thought I would mention
She got hot like in the kitchen
You see my kin folks, cars, and glisten
Ain't nothin' like SpreEwells cause they spinnin'
It's CB baby I'm just in it to win it

[Hook 2X]

three 6 mafia - soze

I'm sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla
millimeter
Bitch ass nigga, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and
weed
Soze, Two-loyd
Sippin ounces of that liter
Ask me if I worship Satan, I'ma send yo ass ta see em

Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth
And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha
Mid-South?
I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan
Left half of you haters alone
and watched you die all on your own and feel for ya

three 6 mafia - 1st crime scene

What do we have here?
One very dead brotha, five gun shot wounds, four to the chest. Name was Tim or
sumin, recognize it from the neighborhood. Drug related.
Holding anything?
Found what appears to be 20 oz on him.
Kills him, but leaves the drugs.
Wasn't about tha drugs. Someone's sendin a message.
9mm.
Weapon of choice. Close range.
Yeah, too close for comfort.
Hey I'm headin back to the house, u want me to book those narcotics for ya?
Thats fine by me.
You start tryin to get statements from these people here, see if u can get an
eyewitness.
Ok.

three 6 mafia - 2 way freak

(feat. La Chat)

[(HOOK) - DJ Paul]
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin THROUGH YOUR BEEPER when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters aint TALKIN about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters aint TALKIN about shit

[DJ Paul]
Now don't you really hate
when somebody be two wayin you
And plus you knowin for a fact
that you aint given them the number TO
She just a groupie ass HOE
That's all up on your grind
WASTIN characters
puttin shit like æâ? ou was on my mindIm hitten back, back
Look here lil momma
You WASTIN yo time
And plus the scats out to fuckin
House of don't be wasten mine
And especially ones
with the pages that be unlimited
THEY do you wrong
cause they deal
gon stay to say you did
They some two way freaks
And they out the were
Hitchu up at like 4 in da mornin
You be like god damett were you ridin
Down the street side to side
Cause this ho bout to wreck
Im bout to throw this Motorola out the window
Im gettin tired of this bitch
What you want from me
Gave you to my dog
But you still keep beepin shit outta me
All in front of yo man
Claimin you talkin to yo girl
He don't know
Plus you specialize in this
Yous a two way hoe fo sho

[(HOOK) - DJ Paul]
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin THROUGH YOUR BEEPER when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters aint talkIN about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters aint talkIN about shit

[Juicy 'J']
They call me the juice
The no chicken lover
A gigglo at night
Dats always in trouble
I cruise around the city
I'm rollin up the sticky
I'm ridin 22's
And I love big titties
Gel and weave
Gel and weave
If she from the hood
Then she down wit me
She got gel and weave
Gel and weave
Wit a big round ass
Im yo man to be
As im rollin down the block
A player gotta beep
That said I wanna fuck
a two way freak
Her name is Rhonda peary
Who works at the dairy
Her chewin is da bomb
But her face looks scary
Im pushin down the street
Tryin to make it to her house
And then I gotta beep from my freak
Named Minnie mouse
They call her Minnie mouse
She live IN PEPPERTREES
She eat a lot of cheese
If you hit she'll squeak

[(HOOK) - DJ Paul]
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin THROUGH YOUR BEEPER when she know you asleep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters aint TALKIN about shit
She's a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
She's a two way bitch, a two way bitch
She wastin up your characters aint TALKIN about shit

[La Chat]
Early in the mornin
My two way is jumpin
Wit da petty WORRYSOME boys
Daddy want nothin
Wastin up my characters
You don't have to FOR pay thIs
I aint got no time for no
watchu doin MESSAGES
Goin to the bathroom
Two way on the tv
Come back
It's my baby daddy
tryin to see whos beepin me
Dog that's a NO, NO
Get yo stuff you gotta go
Scrollin THROUGH my two way
Its like scrollin THROUGH my cash flow
LILCHAT
In the club
Boys they be tryin to holla
Don't know how to act
Gotta two way on yo COLLAR
Askin can you get a beep
Hell na not at all
You'll be dat dude
Dat make me
Throw my junk into the wall
I USE IT FOR business
Some times its for PLEASURE
I can make exceptions
When you want to
Spend dat chedda
If you want to hit me up
Make sure DAT ITS worth a hit
Or you WILL NOT GET responded
I don't mess with two-way tricks

[(HOOK) 1X MUSIC FADES]

three 6 mafia - 3 6 in the morning

(Lord Infamous)
6 in tha mornin' police kick in my door
Slipped on my lugz
Quickly thugged out the back yo
Jumped the back gate
Cranked the Chevy
Then I race
Popped in the deck
A motherfuckin' Three 6 Mafia tape
I'm crunked off the bump
Pumpin' through my backseat
Speedin' hit the weed
Though the end of the streets of Memphis, Tennesee
Got my stacks and some bags sittin' in the stash spot
Tatooes on my neck and a hot 40 glock
They got the hunt out for the Infamous nigga
Call me Scarecrow
Used to slangin' man, but I don't do that no more
I'm feelin' like I'm the most wanted
Every cop is an opponent
In the dash
On my ass, on the cherry buck flash
And I'm real
Man I got to get the fuck out of here

I had to ditch the Chevy
Callin' my mafia niggas to scooped me up
The blocks are crawlin' with cops
I can't go down, them slugs bust
I'm runnin' through yards and shit
Tryin' to dodge them tricks
A movin' target
I spotted my nigga out there
On the real, gonna rde with out no flodgin'
He didn't hesistate, we climbed up out my side of town
I told him bout' the drama in the ride and how it went down
I got a lay low cool (??) before I get back in it
Anti-peace and po-police
I beat them with glocks back to the street
I can't get caught, cause the new law say in it "ain't no deals"
I would decease these devil police, therefore I do twenty years
Every nigga aint real they drop a dime to papers
I gotta pull a quick capa before I catch the vapors

12 a-m the next day
Gotta bank the seas
Gotta preacher please (??) throw in the keys
Down to my nigga
Got the passport to get my overseas
Under the palm trees
But you know me a quarter key
But my plan was injured
The silent alarm was triggered
I heard a cop say come out with fuckin' hands up
Nigga now I got to show my Prophet da Posseness
My only way out was to take me some hostages
They keep on askin' me over and over for demands
I told them back up
Or she got brains on her pants
The gun was to her head, I told them don't make me shoot
But little did I know they had a sniper on the roof

three 6 mafia - 44 killers

[DJ Paul and Juicy J]
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fuckin shit)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Coward ass bitches)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fucking shit)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Fighting niggas over a bitch)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Fuck you motherfuckin hoes)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off

[Juicy J]
To you haters I'm the predator
Set em up, wet em up
When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug-dealer regular
Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don'tcha step ta tha
Triple six, guns click, bitch we the murderers

[Crunchy Black]
Triple six is the clique, why y'all niggas keep hatin me
Y'all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch
Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I ain't gon' let that nigga go, I'ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four

[Lord Infamous]
I'ma sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter
Bitch ass nigga, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed
Soze, Two-L O Y D, sippin ounces of that liter
Ask me if I worship Satan, I'ma send yo ass ta see em

[DJ Paul]
Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth
And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South?
I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan
Left half of you haters alone
and watched you die all on your own and feel for ya

[DJ Paul and Juicy J]
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha bitches wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Cuz nigga we ain't playin wit ya)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha hoes wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(We got them tones ready ta blast)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(What's up nigga?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Scared ass cowards)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Ain't no cowards in this motherfucker)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Ain't no cowards)

three 6 mafia - a bch can be a nigga worst downfall

A b**ch can be a nigga worst downfall
A a b**ch can be a nigga worst downfall

(DJ Paul)
Man, Ill shoot a b**th in the face if she try to f**k wit me,
or try to tell lies an s**t and turn me against my f**kin peeps.

A hoe will tell a nigga this, a hoe will tell a nigga that
A hoe will tell a nigga any thing to try to get him back

Know another nigga who she holllin that he down wit

three 6 mafia - a new nitemare

Yea, yea, ya'll kno wut time it is... sum mo Tripl 6 shit for yo muthafuckin
azz... Three 6 Mafia for u playa hataz, from the EP, Live By Yo Rep, from the
album Mystic Styles, u gotta go get this shit... also from tha Prophet
entertainment, tha Koopsta Knicca's solo tape, Skinny Pimp and the Killer
Klan.... Triple 6 Mafia (x17)

three 6 mafia - act like you know me

There's some cowards in this thang, if you see em point em out [4X]
There's some cowards in the HOUSE, If you see em point em out [4X]

[Juicy J]
Act like you know me, when I tell that I'm from the North
Act like you know me, when I ask ya let me hit the shorts
Act like you know me, if I holla and front ya boy a ki
Act like you know me, when I'm on the track in evergreen
Act like you know me, when you see the platinum on my wrist
Act like you know me, when you know that I done took yo bitch
Act like you know me, if you know that I been husslin'
Act like you know me, rock for rock the record business man
Act like you know me, if I pull the strap and bring the pain
Act like you know me, if you see me on them twanky thangs
Act like you know me, when that fire shit is all we smoke
Act like you know me, if I tell ya nigga hit this dope
Act like you know me, when I'm winnin in this dice game
Act like you know me, if I tell yo' hoe dont touch the grain
Act like you know me, if I tell you niggas bring it on
Act like you know me, point'n in yo face a fuckin tone

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul]
Act like you know me, cause I'm armed with guns and ready to bum
Act like you know me, cause I bring the war like Vietnam
Act like you know me, when you see me cruising were you lay
Act like you know me, cause with bitches I dont fucking play
Act like you know me, cause I'm super serious with this evil
Act like you know me, in my Regal - chrome desert eagle
Act like you know me, I hate say it but when I'm on some blow
Act like you know, I turn gorilla might rape a hoe
Act like you know me, I'm from straight fucking Black Hav.
Act like you know, that I bet that I blow that I aint afraid
Act like you know me, 'fore you say that on yo CD's
Act like you know, once before I caught you in THEM streets
Act like you know me, cause these bullets know no fucking name
Act like you know, I brought you in and take you out this game
Act like you heard of Triple Six is bout some bigger bussiness
Act like you heard if it's a murder, you can be the witness

[Lord Infamous]
Act like you know me, when you got pounds of the green dough
Act like you know me, when you want to hit the ski slopes
Act like you know me, when you got gallons of alcohol
Act like you know me, when you braking down the bowling balls
Act like know me, when you got a load of freak hoes
Act like you know me, when you got the pearl to touch her toes
Act like you know me, when I tell you that my name is Lord
Act like you know me, when I tell you Lord will cut your cords

[Crunchy Black]
Act like you know me, cause you know I like to wear black
Act like you know me, cause you know I like to tote a gat
Act like you know me, cause you know I pop up on ya set
Act like you know me, cause you know I came to get it wet
Act like you know me, cause you know you GOTTA call the cops
Act like you know me, cause you know the fucking blocks hot
Act like you know me, cause you know I took yo fucking spot
Act like you know me, act like you know me nigga, NOT

[Gangsta Boo]
Act like you know me, got you niggas saying I'm the shit
Act like you know me, when you see me with my fuckin clique
Act like you know me, when I creep and sneek up in yo house
Act like you know me, when you hear, I done cleaned the house
Act lke you know me, when I'm block'n cruis'n who she be
Act like you know me nigga, Gangsta Boo BHZ
Act like you know me, yo I'm real I'm trill, whatever nigga
Act like you know me, I be crazy lady, know that nigga

three 6 mafia - all or nothin

(Lord Infamous)
Gotta have a big back
Bank account not pitty amounts
Bud by the pound
Smoke 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
Dumpin' 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 cross me somethin and I dont get it
I gotta lay it down
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 he pay for it later
That's why I beat you 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 readin' a mill
And a 95 Benz

Chorus

three 6 mafia