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Three 6 Mafia Album


Last 2 Walk (06/24/2008)
06/24/2008
1.
Last 2 Walk Intro
2.
3.
Trap Boom (feat. Project Pat)
4.
5.
I Got (feat. Pimp C & Project Pat)
6.
I'd Rather (feat. Unk)
7.
That's Right (feat. Akon)
8.
9.
10.
DSX Talk
11.
Hood Star (feat. Lyfe Jennings)
12.
Get Ya Rob (feat. Project Pat)
13.
On Sun Chrome (feat. UGK)
14.
Rollin (feat. Lil Wyte)
15.
16.
My Own Way (feat. Joel Madded & Benji Madden of Good Charlotte)
17.
Dirty Bitch (feat. Project Pat)
18.
First 48 (feat. Project Pat, Al Kapone, DJ Spanish Fly, 8Ball & MJG)
19.
Last 2 Walk Outro
20.
Lolli Lolli (Pop That Body) Intro (bonus track)
21.
Lolli Lolli (Pop That Body) (bonus track; feat. Project Pat, Young D & Superpower)
22.
My Own Way (Remix) (bonus track)
. . .

Last 2 Walk Intro

[No lyrics]

. . .


Yeah, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia
Yuh, you niggaz wanna motherfuckin? play, nigga
Don't go by the character I was playin?
On one of the fuckin? TV show or movie, nigga, gonna test me sucka?

I'll show you niggaz
Where motherfuckin? tears come from, nigga
From the motherfuckin? haze
Of these niggaz guns right here, boy, it's goin? down

I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em
I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em
I hate to be fussy, I said I hate to be fussy
I said I hate to be fussy, I swear I hate to be

I swear I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em
I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em
I hate to be fussy, I said I hate to be fussy
I said I hate to be fussy, I swear I hate to be

Come one, come all to the Hypnotize gun show
Young hoe, gun let go, I've been gung-ho
Run yo' click clean out of that shit
Did they forget or did they not know who they was fuckin? with?

D Paul, Three 6, king of this Memphis shit
Any nigga think otherwise they need to stop it
Prayin? when the red tape'll introduce a faker to they maker
Call me The Undertaker for haters causin? vapors

And you can catch a hot one, I got plenty of ?em
They called bullets and they burn just like a oven
You know we can do it however, it ain't no use to play
Fire on a nigga like they used to say, yuh

I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em
I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em
I hate to be fussy, I said I hate to be fussy
I said I hate to be fussy, I swear I hate to be

I swear I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em
I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em
I hate to be fussy, I said I hate to be fussy
I said I hate to be fussy, I swear I hate to be, what?

Coward niggaz ride 20 niggaz deep
With a piece, underneath the seat, make 'em think they street
I don't need nobody else, whup you by myself
One on one, leave the guns at home, keep 'em on the shelf

But you can't 'cause you need a crew, extra fist or two
Only one might really shoot but that is not you
And you show out, try to buck, make 'em think you tough
Been to jail about a couple times, I guess that puffed you up

If you real nigga, what the deal? Take some weed or pills
Maybe thinkin? get your confidence up, tell 'em how you feel
You a Jew and a fuck nigga, can't even stand yo' ground
But you walk around, fake-ass frown but I know you're a clown, beotch

I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em
I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em
I hate to be fussy, I said I hate to be fussy
I said I hate to be fussy, I swear I hate to be

I swear I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em
I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em
I hate to be fussy, I said I hate to be fussy
I said I hate to be fussy, I swear I hate to be, what?

. . .


[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
I make the trap - BOOM BOOM [4X]
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got balls [2X]

[Project Pat]
Rocks under my balls, pistol in my drawers
A bird of blow on the table break quarters and halves off
For those who comin through this ain't Casino but I'm your dealer
Tony Montana, chill like Al Pacino in "Scarface" nigga
The jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the realla
Got killers posted up, e'ry Goldfinger's a trigger
Her-on is so intense, the syrup goin by the ounce
Put the money in my hands, cop your goods, and then you bounce

[Verse Two]
See I ain't the nigga that was up at five o'clock to sell no rocks
I'm the nigga that was out at midnight to drop off a block
In a tinted out Maxima, they low-key and quick
Snowin out the do' with a glock and a trunk full of bricks
I make the track BOOM BOOM without even touchin it
As for my black {?} I'm just supplyin it
I went to Key West and picked it up, back in Memphis broke it up
Call my nigga in, get our Crist', then we split it up

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
His dope sales are up, a nigga feelin bellish
His pockets swellin cause e'rything he's sellin
The heat is on the street, my niggaz gettin jealous
The chopper's on the seat to cut you up like relish
The hood ain't changed, got these niggaz still tellin
To lock this nigga up a two-time felon
This boy ain't bullshittin he'll kick in doors and kill 'em
And hide them bodies good that you cain't even smell 'em
He niggarish and ignorant so FUCK who in your crib
This gangster life he livin it so fuck your wife and kids~!
These janky niggaz on the town I hope they know the biz
To all you federal tattletales, swap out where you live

[Chorus]

[Outro - dialogue]
You know the worst part about sellin dope is 80% of black people in jail
because of drugs, domestic violence and murder
So you should think about that
Get your life together my nigga

. . .


Yeah, man, yeah, man
These motherfuckin' suckers up in here
Playin' these motherfuckin' games, man
Ain't nuttin' but a hoe-ass nigga, man, and you know it

Put your finger on his motherfuckin' fo'head
And push that sucker head back, man
And tell that nigga, man, tell that nigga

You a hoe, nigga hoe
Nigga hoe, nigga hoe
You a hoe, nigga hoe
Nigga hoe, nigga hoe, here's what'cha do

Play wit'cha Playstation, play, play wit'cha Playstation, play
Play wit'cha Playstation, play, play wit'cha Playstation, play
Don't play with me, boy, no sir, don't play with me boy, no sir
Don't play with me, boy, no sir, don't play with me boy, no sir

Play wit'cha Playstation, play, play wit'cha Playstation, play
Play wit'cha Playstation, play, play wit'cha Playstation, play
Don't play with me, boy, no sir, don't play with me boy, no sir
Don't play with me, boy, no sir, don't play with me boy, no sir

Niggaz think that I need 'em, I'm the one that feed 'em
I'm the one that lead 'em, I'm the one that freed 'em
Nothin' can subtract from me, I make a hundred thousand daily
Niggaz thinkin' that they hurtin' me, I'm the one that's payin' me

This ain't one man to grow on, real niggaz keep this in mind
Never cash yo' pearls from off these snakes and these fuckin' swines
Show less than necessary, keep these fakers off in the dark
Half off these niggaz ain't happy for ya, over half wanna see you robbed

Try to get yo' hook up 'cause you have to get your connect
They ain't heard of the word love, they ain't heard of the word respect
Never let 'em know what'chu got, don't work with friends, use enemies
Bitch you wanna be me? Hoe don't play me

You a hoe, nigga hoe
Nigga hoe, nigga hoe
You a hoe, nigga hoe
Nigga hoe, nigga hoe, here's what'cha do

Play wit'cha Playstation, play, play wit'cha Playstation, play
Play wit'cha Playstation, play, play wit'cha Playstation, play
Don't play with me, boy, no sir, don't play with me boy, no sir
Don't play with me, boy, no sir, don't play with me boy, no sir

Play wit'cha Playstation, play, play wit'cha Playstation, play
Play wit'cha Playstation, play, play wit'cha Playstation, play
Don't play with me, boy, no sir, don't play with me boy, no sir
Don't play with me, boy, no sir, don't play with me boy, no sir

You actin' like you hard and you say what you done robbed, hell naw
You say you from the hood and you claimin' all the parts, hell naw
I heard you sold a little dope but then I heard you didn't, hell naw
I know you on the dog food ?cause that's why you was itchin?, hell naw

They say you just a lil' bitch, your looks can be deceivin?, hell naw
They say you carry a big gun but I don't believe that either, hell naw
And every girl you talk, you make as if you knocked it up, hell naw
Is you 16 on down, nigga what the fuck? Naw

I know you gotta make some ends, lie and shit to impress your friends
Say you own a big boy Benz, did 20 years in pen
Flaugin? like you own, own, flaugin? ?cause you known, known
Don't you know I'm grown, grown and I crack yo' dome, dome

You a hoe, nigga hoe
Nigga hoe, nigga hoe
You a hoe, nigga hoe
Nigga hoe, nigga hoe, here's what'cha do

Play wit'cha Playstation, play, play wit'cha Playstation, play
Play wit'cha Playstation, play, play wit'cha Playstation, play
Don't play with me, boy, no sir, don't play with me boy, no sir
Don't play with me, boy, no sir, don't play with me boy, no sir

Play wit'cha Playstation, play, play wit'cha Playstation, play
Play wit'cha Playstation, play, play wit'cha Playstation, play
Don't play with me, boy, no sir, don't play with me boy, no sir
Don't play with me, boy, no sir, don't play with me boy, no sir

You a hoe, nigga hoe
Nigga hoe, nigga hoe
You a hoe, nigga hoe
Nigga hoe, nigga hoe

You a hoe, nigga hoe
Nigga hoe, nigga hoe
You a hoe, nigga

. . .


[Intro]
Three 6 Mafia! Put your money where your mouth is boy
If you really wanna do somethin SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Bitch I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes
I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes
Bitch I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes
I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes

[Verse One]
I'm ridin tall on 24's, spittin game out to the hoes
With my windows tinted black, make you think you saw a ghost
My home painted white on white, inside leather white on white
Chiefin, drankin up all night, ballin out yeah that's the life
Ladies wanna ROLL with me, blow a bag of 'DRO with me
Party to the crack of dawn, when I'm down in YO' city
I'm all about this pimpin, when it comes to wo-men
Get some head while drive mayne, oh what a feelin~!

[Chorus]
Bitch I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes
I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes
Bitch I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes
I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes

[Verse Two]
Here I am; here I am so fresh, so so clayn
Off in the club, aww shit I see I blew the hoe's brain
Befo' I came, I say I blew a whole thang
Clean as a dollar, off in my black on black Impala
The Don Dada, is what they call me overseas
But over here I should say I'm the king of Memphis, Tennessee
Rap, is a wrap, haters wrapped off in my duct tape
What it take I say I been hard since first mixtape
Face get your G's up, way way up to my level
Higher than the clouds where my daddy restes in heaven
But on another note I'm so stylish I changed the name
I surpassed clean, like a baby, I'm clayn clayn

[Chorus]
Bitch I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes
I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes
Bitch I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes
I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes

[Interlude]
Ay let me tell you niggaz somethin
Let me tell you somethin nigga

[Verse Three]
That paper is like trash nigga, throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
That paper is like trash nigga, throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out) - YESSIR
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
We got - big rims, big cars, big guap, ghetto stars
In the hood, gettin rich, gettin it, livin large
Sellin white, sellin pills, sellin crystal meth meth
Sellin D's, sellin speed 'til there's nothin left left
Fresh clothes, pullin hoes, get my roll on (roll on)
Phone ringin off the hook, bitch hold on (hold on)
I got a brand new woofer, put some more hoes on
So I can hit the club, strip, and get chose on

[Chorus]
Bitch I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes
I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes
Bitch I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes
I got money I got clothes
I got whips I got hoes

. . .


(feat. DJ Unk)

I said I love havin sex
But I'd rather get some head, but I'd rather get some head, but I'd rather get some head [x2]

Hypnotized Minds
Three 6 Mafia, and
Ya boy DJ montay
And this another oomp camp production

[Chorus:]
I said I love havin sex
But I'd rather get some head, but I'd rather get some head, but I'd rather get some head [x2]

[Hook:]
I said I'd rather get some head [x7]

[Verse 1:]
Ridin down the street man I'm in my big car I scoped a lil sexy lil mixed broad she made my dick stand like kareem abdul jabar I hit the brakes so hard man I droped my cigar pussy pretty fat like cash in a wallet I'm lookin like damn baby girl don't stop I'm a take u to my crib girl and screw u like afruad or maybe get some head while I'm ridin in the car either way it go man a nigga gotta bust sumthin start with my dollar a nigga got dust sumthin high as the moon I'm a goon like plies spray like big oomp spray it dead in a eyes in ya eyes

[Chorus x2]

[Hook x7]

[Verse 2:]
I'm the one who supply that d I'm the that keep frist with me I'm the one that be ridin clean that be on the scene with that texas tea I'm the dude that took yo girl I'm the fool that changed her world I'm the man with the 12 inches she love to lick and it make her urll always fresh when I'm at the club sippin goose or playin keep a buzz from the hood so I throw it up the other side don't mess with us I love a girl that do it right make my toes like curly fries in the bathroom or in the car or behind the bar she dynomite

Give me head: [x4]
In the dormroom make me ass out make me dead
Give me head: [x4]
Wake me up then put me back to sleep I ain't scared

[Chorus x2]

[Hook x7]

[Verse 3:]
Hold on hold on hoe let me stop let me borrow yo lips that s what I told her girl got that aquafina with a good head on her shoulders she whispered boy I'm hungry so I told her she could come and I didn't feed her nothin but some dick and bubble gum she want more I give her some I keep them magnums I'm straped and if she tired lay down just place yo head in my lap ay big oomp records on the map we keep that mouth wide open I clearance card that throat from the east to west I'm strokin comin down to the I'm pokin everytime it's a hit it get greater two choices that she gotta make she can chew me now or later I'm bout that p-p-paper but see ilove havin sex and the more p-p-paper I know that head is the best yea

[Chorus x2]

[Hook x7]

. . .


[Hook][Akon]
despite what you heard or what you saw
when you look at me man you see hardcore
a real street hood nigga(hood nigga) wishin' with a wood nigga(wood nigga)
i could give a damn what you think about it all
if you think i'm crazy (that's right)
if you think i'm lazy (that's right) (your damn right)
cause it don't really matter what you think about me so fuck you baby(that's right)

[DJ Paul]
now now 6 got my hands on my first my mill,eyes sold 7 damn near and a quarter bill
enemies close but my .45 closer, you can be the starter but i'mma be the closer
tell me what these haters say and what these haters talk, i reside and metnion they don't it ain't my fault
half of the shit i do,i do it just to make these suckers mad it and realize they claimin' they get
already have 10 dollars tees but the g's get you hundreds
your life time dream and i already done it plus i done it with your wife
she said i made her night but i didn't hit her back cause her mouth wasn't right
your bitch wants a nigga

[Hook][Akon]
despite what you heard or what you saw
when you look at me man you see hardcore
a real street hood nigga(hood nigga) wishin' with a wood nigga(wood nigga)
i could give a damn what you think about it all
if you think i'm crazy (that's right)
if you think i'm lazy (that's right) (your damn right)
cause it don't really matter what you think about me so fuck you baby(that's right)

[Juicy J]
yea
i'm a north memphis play i got my own thangy thang(thats' right)
i pimp a rock shirt with a lil blanky blang(thats' right)
i don't respect you haters put you down like sugar shane(thats' right)
you mad at me cause i'm ballin' and i got that candy cane(thats' right)
you niggaz hit that blow then you think you superman(thats' right)
i hit you with this nine cock it back and make it rain(thats' right)
it's your boy juicy j and i'm wild out the frame(thats' right)
i teabag your girl and let my dawg's run a train(thats' right)
the more you hate the more we sip the street's we ball the extra clips
it ain't no thang to have a fit cause real players don't take no shit
yea

[Hook][Akon]
despite what you heard or what you saw
when you look at me man you see hardcore
a real street hood nigga(hood nigga) wishin' with a wood nigga(wood nigga)
i could give a damn what you think about it all
if you think i'm crazy (that's right)
if you think i'm lazy (that's right) (your damn right)
cause it don't really matter what you think about me so fuck you baby(that's right)

. . .


Dig this, right?
A nigga caught a few bullshit charges
When he was young, right?
So now these motherfuckin' folks
Don't wanna give me a job, ya hear?

But dig this, now these motherfuckin' police
Wanna find me a new place to stay
'Cause I'm on the corner, posted, sellin' yay
But they gon' have to deal with it
'Cause I gotta motherfuckin' live with it, ya hear?

I'ma work this trap and give a damn about these hoes
'Cause I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't
If you give me a yard I'ma give a eight of blow
'Cause I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't

Call me the corner man, corner, corner man
Find me on the corner, man, on the corner, man
Call me the corner man, corner, corner man
Find me on the corner, man, on the corner, man

I'm a Memphis, Tennessee, first 48'er
Give a damn 'bout these hoes give a damn 'bout these haters
If ye ain't talkin' money you can see a nigga later
You can catch me in the South, on my bank, fuckin' papered up

Bitch, I sell white but I still do white
But at the end of the night I still give my price
And I get my money like a bee get honey
I got my profit even though some of it I done it

'Cause a nigga can't work no 9 to 5
I got charges but I gotta stay alive
And that's on e'rythang, you know a nigga gotta eat, mayne
And I'ma do it even if it's due to cocaine

I'ma work this trap and give a damn about these hoes
'Cause I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't
If you give me a yard I'ma give a eight of blow
'Cause I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't

Call me the corner man, corner, corner man
Find me on the corner, man, on the corner, man
Call me the corner man, corner, corner man
Find me on the corner, man, on the corner, man
(I'ma tell you some shit right here, real shit nigga)

It's a lot of fake-ass niggaz that be scared to bust
They hear them choppers then they back on up and shut the fuck
They say they shippin' ki's, a hundred percent of that is cut
They say they in the game but niggaz takin' it up the butt

So quit lyin' and kick it, thinkin' you impressin' us
I bet you workin' with the feds and the blue crush
He smell the powder pack, then he wanna get loud and cuss
Nigga, sit yo' snitchin' ass down 'fore you gettin' it up

Real niggaz on the corner, they don't have to talk
'Cause they walk the walk, while yo' bitch-ass gettin' caught
I watched the first 48 on TV, Memphis raw
They informed the police, cryin' and shit, mayne fuck don't work

I'ma work this trap and give a damn about these hoes
'Cause I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't
If you give me a yard I'ma give a eight of blow
'Cause I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't

Call me the corner man, corner, corner man
Find me on the corner, man, on the corner, man
Call me the corner man, corner, corner man
Find me on the corner, man, on the corner, man

. . .


I'll be damned
Aye, this my favorite motherfuckin' song on the album, mayne
You know what I'm sayin', it's a weed song, a pill song
All wrapped into one man, weed, blow and pills
Man let's go

Weed, blow, pills, what we slangin'
Weed, blow, pills, what we fightin' fo'
Weed, blow, pills, what we live fo'
Weed, blow, pills, what we get high all day on

Weed, blow, pills, what we slangin'
Weed, blow, pills, what we fightin' fo'
Weed, blow, pills, what we live fo'
Weed, blow, pills, what we get high all day on

Rappers get so high like they Tony Montana
Voice be so damn slurred, talkin' ghetto hood grammar
Need to take a seat when you takin' all them pills
Passed out on the street, your body rollin' downhill

This dope got my voice soundin' like I'm chopped and screwed up
Dope got my voice soundin' like I'm chopped and screwed
This dope got my voice soundin' like I'm chopped and screwed up
Dope got my voice soundin' like I'm chopped and screwed

This dope got my voice soundin' like I'm chopped and screwed up
I can't stand on my feet, so I'm crawlin' to this cooler
So just to get a girl I gotta keep my buzz flowin'
You wanna get high with me man, keep this shit potent

Weed, blow, pills, what we slangin'
Weed, blow, pills, what we fightin' fo'
Weed, blow, pills, what we live fo'
Weed, blow, pills, what we get high all day on

Weed, blow, pills, what we slangin'
Weed, blow, pills, what we fightin' fo'
Weed, blow, pills, what we live fo'
Weed, blow, pills, what we get high all day on

Yes sir, I grab me a gram up out the drawer, I break it, break it down
Keep it in plastic, I hit it hard, shake it shake it down
Grind it down fine, chop it up, make it powdery
Cut it into lines on the plate with the razor-y

Razor-y, listen closely, must be done on smooth surfaces
No wood, you get the splinters in your noses
Get the straw, cut it short, slant it at the end
Two inches long, now you're good, go on dig in

If it's your first time you probably won't feel it
Don't worry about it 'cause it might take a minute
Before I leave I got some more advice to tell
Rub it on a hoe clit, make her cum like hell yeah

Weed, blow, pills, what we slangin'
Weed, blow, pills, what we fightin' fo'
Weed, blow, pills, what we live fo'
Weed, blow, pills, what we get high all day on

Weed, blow, pills, what we slangin'
Weed, blow, pills, what we fightin' fo'
Weed, blow, pills, what we live fo'
Weed, blow, pills, what we get high all day on

Weed, weed, weed, weed
Blow, blow, blow, blow
Pills, pills, pills, pills
Pills, pills, pills

Weed, weed, weed, weed
Blow, blow, blow, blow
Pills, pills, pills, pills
Pills

. . .

DSX Talk

[No lyrics]

. . .


[Intro]
Yuh! Hypnotize Minds, {?}
Three 6 Mafia, Lyfe Jennings, goin down
Life is beautiful man
But niggaz don't respect niggaz, y'knahmsayin?
You help a man out just for him to dog you out
Niggaz don't appreciate shit, fuck 'em all!

[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings]
So you crack this weed
It's respect that'll cost my nigga
Double back through the water if you cross a nigga
It's greasy at the top, don't fall off my nigga
And get lost my nigga
I'm a marijuana smokin, never been broken
I don't give a fuck about the po-lice, I'm a hood star!
Sixteen inches on my Impala
Daddy I'm a motherfuckin gangsta, ahh

[Verse One]
These niggaz wanna be in my shoes, but they feet too small
They only yell so I turn to, just to see me fall
The new code in the streets, that's used by the phony
If you cain't beat him, just call the police on him
Or hate on him so bad try to turn the world against him
Go in the studio like a hoe make some bullshit and diss him
But none of that surprise me I done been through it all
17 years in the game, real game, DJ Paul
I done seen the real, I done seen the fake
I done seen fake bitches turn real to fake
Cause hateism is a disease, it's kinda like AIDS
They feed you shit for years, and then they send you to your grave

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
First I'm broke, so I hang out with the rat and roach
And still broke, cause I'm sleepin on apartment flo's
The hood struggle is to get it, got to make the change
See every dark is like the dark cloud full of rain
You wonder why niggaz high and they robbin folks
Ain't nuttin to tell you but to pack yo' heat and let it go
Them junkies get a fuckin kick, when they smoke a brick
I never seen a drug dealer ever call it quits
But get money (yessir~!) Make the block pop off
Niggaz snitchin man they heads will get chopped off
The feds tappin fool it's dangerous when you hood trappin
So don't get lost in the sauce slingin cold crack'n

[Chorus]

. . .


[Chorus: Juicy J]
Stick'em up [repeat], raise'em up [repeat]

All the flossin' on the town'll
(Get ya rob)
You be splurgin' all ya cash'll
(Get ya rob)
I heard trickin' with all them broads'll
(Get ya rob)
And breakin' bread with your dawgs, now that will
Get ya rob
[Repeat]

[Project Pat]
At the corner stores hangin' with my young niggas
Project Pat in the Bay, what we squeeze Chrome triggers
Real killers role around here, lookin' for some prey
Low key behind tinted windows with the blowed face, gold plates
Dirty Ruger 9 kill a suckaz spine
He don't wanna come up off the wallet, then I buck him fine
He done blew off my hide, so I had to blow his life away.
Blew a few more lines, just to send my conscious on its way
Plotted on some crime, then I pulled up on a bank lot
She had a bag of money, snatched the bag, let my gun pop
Skidded off the lot, made a lick, thinking it was
?? bag full of shredded checks, cold but it wasn't ??

[Juicy J]
I'm at this phone booth tell me what do you wanna do?
Across the street from this dope house, I want the loot
And all the drugs, weed, rocks, quarter keys, or a juice
I'm about to go in with them guns out, ready to shoot
The police ridin' down the block, hold up (hold up) a second...
They're just patrolling, I need to get'em
The time is now, I got my ski mask, AK and a pump
I'll call you back in about an hour with one of them locked in the trunk
I'm running across the street (street)
I'm sweating like a beast (beast)
With chains on my hands (hands)
And shackles on my feet (feet)
My second robbery ('ry)
My heart rate just increased ('creased)
I'm kickin' down the back door.....[gun shots/dead phone line]

[Chorus]

[DJ Paul]
Now don't show it if ya ain't gonna share it
Fuck around and get this pistol across ya head
You better look like the 'hood when you roll through it
Or find your monkey ass leaking red like grape fluid
They will do it, my dawgs meaner than them laws
We said it, but ye ain't comin' in our hood to fuck a brawl
Make his car alarm go off, as soon as he step out
We comin' from the side of the house with the pumps out.

[Chorus]

. . .

On Sun Chrome

[No lyrics]

. . .


[Intro]
Man!
(Damn!) These motherfuckin X pills have you feelin freaky and shit
(X pills!) Like fuckin two hoes at the same time
(Two hoes at the same time, I'm with that shit) Aw hell, shit~!

[Chorus: Lil' Wyte]
I'm on that ecstasy - rollin; on them X pills - rollin
On them X pills - rollin, rollin, rollin
Green four leaf clovers - rollin; yellow polar bears - rollin
Red Range Rovers - rollin, rollin, rollin
I'm on that ecstasy - rollin; on them X pills - rollin
On them X pills - rollin, rollin, rollin
Orange Cadillacs - rollin; blue applejacks - rollin
Them white Maybachs - rollin, rollin, rollin

[Verse One]
Mix that X with orange juice
Gettin real high in the DJ booth
If you got drank my nigga that's cool
Fuck it them pills I take that too
Don't give a fuck any drug is a go
Everyday partner when a nigga pop a roll
Got a lot of friends and they all do dope
Jack got weed, and Jill keep blow
Just woke up, still high as a fool
Girl in my bed - man who is you?!
She said we was on the dancefloor gettin zoot
The next thing you know we was off in the pool
I ain't gon' lie this head that hit it
Cause when you do X you'll run up in it
The girl had cocaine runnin out her nose
Powder feel white like a fence called picket
I put dick in her mou-ow-ow, ow-ow-outh
Then I kicked her out my hou-ow-ow, ow-ow-ouse
Memphis niggaz be so wi-ow-ow, ow-ow-ild
Now I'm back out on the tow-ow-ow, ow-ow-own

[Chorus]
I'm on that ecstasy - rollin; on them X pills - rollin
On them X pills - rollin, rollin, rollin
Green four leaf clovers - rollin; yellow polar bears - rollin
Red Range Rovers - rollin, rollin, rollin
I'm on that ecstasy - rollin; on them X pills - rollin
On them X pills - rollin, rollin, rollin
Orange Cadillacs - rollin; blue applejacks - rollin
Them white Maybachs - rollin, rollin, rollin

[Verse Two]
I said the money talk, you say you're trappin jumpin off
I'm in the hay grindin dirty man, drop it off
40 calls if you gotta ask nigga don't even bother
I'm fallin off and about to negotiate wit'chu robbers
You look so good (good) but see I been better (better)
I keep it so hood (hood) I see mo' cheddar (cheddar)
I got the best price (price) call me the cost cutter (cutter)
Can any nigga beat me quote, not a na'an nutter
I got that Tylenol, 'fore your body turn dissolve
Meet me in the VSE, parking lot of Southland Mall
I got them blue pills (pills) I'm tryin to pay the bills (bills)
You scared to meet in the haven then I come to your crib

[Chorus]I'm on that ecstasy - rollin; on them X pills - rollin
On them X pills - rollin, rollin, rollin
Green four leaf clovers - rollin; yellow polar bears - rollin
Red Range Rovers - rollin, rollin, rollin
I'm on that ecstasy - rollin; on them X pills - rollin
On them X pills - rollin, rollin, rollin
Orange Cadillacs - rollin; blue applejacks - rollin
Them white Maybachs - rollin, rollin, rollin

. . .


Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe

Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe

Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe

Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe

I told them haters hate on, Three 6 Mafia strong
Stronger than ever, ever since they've been gone I've been better
Ffuck them fakers and them tag along fakers
Smilin' in my face but got my enemy on your MySpace

I can't understand how these niggaz live with theyself
Deal with theyself, what they need to do is kill theyself
Blaow, suicide is a good [Incomprehensible]
At your funeral for free I play the piano

Rest in pieces, you niggaz shriek like breezes
Got mo' crosses than churches, heart smaller than a fetus
You need us, you're nothin', you're zero, you're zip, you're nada
I'm 22 on the Rolls, you da hubcaps on an Impala

Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe

Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe

Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe

Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe

I'ma creep up on this fool, put this gun to his head
Tell him give me all your jewelry, all your dope, all your bread
All the coke that you brought in, the weed that you brought in
And if I can't get answers say hello to my lil' friend

You fakin' like you ball and brawl and shot call
I'm that fool that break jaws and all the state laws
Stupid rappers get your check, buy rims and what's next?
Need to get a place to live, a crib 'cause you ain't shit

With your mix-tapes, niggaz hate, say they real, but they ain't
Catch them somewhere face to face then they run from place to place
Club hoppin', mall shoppin', getting' hot, sales droppin'
Now, you wanna sober up and tell these niggaz you got fucked, yeah

Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe

Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe

Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe

Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
Click bang, bang
To yo' motherfuckin' brain, hoe

. . .


[Intro]
Three 6 Ma-fi-UHH~! Good Charlotte
Hypnotize Minds, dat executive
Some real shit man, let's drop it
Let's go!

[Chorus: Good Charlotte]
You know I can't live my life, workin no 9 to 5
No matter what they say, I'm doin it my own way
Cause time ain't on my side, and they don't understand
Forget what people say, I'm doin it my own way

[Verse One]
So many shysters in my ears fool, tryin to pop it
On my new fame, they will put new hands in my pocket
Standin in the rain buck in hand man, about to cock it
I take another one they wanna be up out the rocket
I cain't understand why they even wanna see me broke
Wanna see me choke off my own blood from cuttin my throat
I always wanted the money fame wasn't worth my while
That's why I wore a mask on the front of "Mystic Stylez"
But one night in March, {?} my life changed in a sec
Whether for better or for worse I can't answer that yet
But I'll go to the pen before I lose my ends
Murder one, one of you hoes tryin to get me for my Benjamins

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
In the field, it's real, slip up, get killed
Get robbed, get stuck, get messed off in a deal
These kids, are gone, on meth, and pills
That's why, I pack, I carry, the steel
I'm posted, in the hood, got green, I'm good
Trap house, no doubt, is where, I stood
Got guap, got hot, 'til shop, got popped
These snitches, time cuts, it won't, ever stop
The times ain't gon' change change long as cocaine 'caine
Goes up the nose nose fries a nigga brain brain
See 'em in the mornin time tryin to catch a train train
Back out on the block (block) doin the same thang thang

[Chorus]

[Good Charlotte]
Whoahhhhhhhh...

. . .


I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you
I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you
I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you
I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you

I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you
I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you
I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you
I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you

Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick eatin'
Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick eatin'
Youse a dry effin' lil' heffer, lil' heffer
Youse a dry effin' lil' heffer, lil' heffer

Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick eatin'
Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick eatin'
Youse a dry effin' lil' heffer, lil' heffer
Youse a dry effin' lil' heffer, lil' heffer

Ridin' through the hood just got my car washed up
Me and two of my dawgs, we got the good fired up
With the screens hangin' from the roof, better watch your head
Bumpin' Vol. 16, nigga you scared

Hold up spot a couple of dirtbags at the bus stop
Should I, ride down on them, why not?
To spit some pimpin' in the hoe's ear right quick
Snatch one mo', five of us, Motel 6

Got the hoes blowed out, put the coke up they nose
Next thing I know, got the dick, clean down they throat
Suckin' nut up, not a drop they was wasted
Kissin' each other, big smiles on they faces, man I love a

Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick eatin'
Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick eatin'
Youse a dry effin' lil' heffer, lil' heffer
Youse a dry effin' lil' heffer, lil' heffer

Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick eatin'
Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick eatin'
Youse a dry effin' lil' heffer, lil' heffer
Youse a dry effin' lil' heffer, lil' heffer

Got apple bottom jeans but your nails lookin' dusty
You the main broad in the club that I must hit
Super loudmouth, naggin', very fussy
Open toed shoes, toenails kinda crusty

I like a dirtbag, coppin' birds on her knees
Penis in her mouth make my balls say cheese
Hand her out to Pat 'cause she beggin' for a new dress
Gel slicked back, hair lookin' like a hot mess

I gotta get mine, I gotta get my dick sucked
Pull my pants down, open your mouth, attention
I take a chill and leave a girl with a big butt
She gotta be a bad bitch, a ghetto hood slut

I'ma knock it out, when she drop and pop it out
I'm just a pimp nigga, puttin' these hoes on the house
Cars, hoes, clothes, that's what Juicy's all about
Keepin' dope rolled, puttin' this big dick in your mouth

Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick eatin'
Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick eatin'
Youse a dry effin' lil' heffer, lil' heffer
Youse a dry effin' lil' heffer, lil' heffer

Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick eatin'
Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick eatin'
Youse a dry effin' lil' heffer, lil' heffer
Youse a dry effin' lil' heffer, lil' heffer

I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you
I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you
I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you
I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you

I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you
I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you
I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you
I don't make it rain, I ain't gon' bullshit you

. . .


DJ Paul talking: yeah yeah yeah it's goin down m- motherfucking motherfucking-town bitch. The originaters up in this bitch, we got dj spanish fly, project pat, al kapone, 8ball and mjg, three 6 mafia. whats up to sunny d, dj bk, the whole m-town 901 up in this hoe nigga quit playin with yo motherfucking self bitch.

Chorus: DJ Paul
I'ma Dedicate This to the real
All these hatin' ass niggaz gettin killed
Fuck a fame put em on the first 48
Fuck a fame put em on the first 48
I'ma Dedicate This to the real
All these hatin' ass niggaz gettin killed
Fuck a fame put em on the first 48
Fuck a fame put em on the first 48

Verse 1: Project Pat
Crack kill apple jack but i make a stack
Scream death to a rat
Here clickin with the clack
40 balls bustin at your mom
Nigga will i stomp
Read a magazine till your body drop
Seem angellic pitbulls till a nigga miss
Any one who is near yo bad take a diss
Hood nigga who cares you can die too
Around here with that flossin i'ma try you

Verse 2: Al Kapone
Trick i ride for my city I die for my city
Put your m's up high if you niggaz ride wit me
This for my south memphis north memphis
Westwood orange mound blackhave to the bay
Its all about the m-town
Yeah I know you though we would never come together hoe
Its a new day now we on a whole new level hoe
Al Kapone Al Ka B Last of dying breed
This is for my pioneers to the M Memphis, Tennesse

Verse 3: DJ Spanish Fly
Dj Spanish Fly man never ever given up
Still doin that same flow that make you wanna get real buck
Get real buck like you havin a heart attack
Drunk up off in the club and you know you not get no stacks
Sweat it out let it out them devils they can't stop you
You be on the grind while them haters be like broke fools
Memphis, Tenn baby and we known for that buck fire
The whole wide world you betetr get some and duck down

Verse 4: 8Ball
M-gang nigga thats memphis tennesse
Game Pimpin real big 8Ball MJG the blame
Hip hop boom slang this ain't for the lame
Some like rock n roll pimpen let ya nuts hang
Gangsta walk memphis walk nigga its the same thang
Take it from your og orange mound veteran in the game
We got the power to run thangs and make change
Foward that green change we can reagrange

Verse 5: MJG
Get up make the whole city to a sit up
Drop down do push ups till you spit up
Memphis Tenn this is a brand new awakenin
Everything is precisly planned ain't no mistakenin
We done tried to stop nah ain't no way i'm given in
Get buck luxery is what we liven in
MJG pump gas to ya eyes card
I'm a grown ain't no soft i go hard

Verse 6: Juicy J
I meet this litte fr-freak from the stre-street
A sexy fine white girl that i ke-ke-keep
She had me up all-ervy night
ATM credit she-she swiped
She dressed in plastic i gotta ha-have it
She say sprung a neighboorhood addict
Ain't no rehab that can stop me
She looked like expresso coffee
When shes in yo system she'll keep you crunk
And make you buck like walk off in the back with guns out
Make em give it up
She keep your heart beat real fast
Down four make her hotta
Every time i see her she with me 40 and my dollar

Verse 7: DJ Paul
Yeah Yeah yeah yeah the king of the motherfuckin m-town
See I reck you haters like i reck this cars
Then I Then I trade it in like i trade this broads
Walk up Walk up out the square with nan fucking squire
Lookin lookin like my 4 still shinin like a star
See sucka i'm a vet not a vetenarian
Get rid of your flesh like if i was a vegetarian
Fuck em fuck em feed em bullets
let the ball bat carry em
Till their fuckin fuckin family
Then i'm gonna bury them
I told them i was the king but they didn't wanna believe me
Till the bullets hit em and they started to bleeding
Boy you a lesser not even a guester
When we started leakin up your shirt thats a guesser
You realized that i wasn't playin with your plan
You realized you have the wrong fuckin man
Finally figured out that your on the wrong fucking land
9 to the whole town we ain't playin

Boogalo (DJ Paul)talking: Yeah hoe you know what motherfuckin time it is
Damage sheil oh yeah boogalo in this motherfucka (nigga don't creep we put you motherfucking hoes to sleep.

. . .

Last 2 Walk Outro

[No lyrics]

. . .

Lolli Lolli (Pop That Body) Intro

[No lyrics]

. . .


(feat. Project Pat, Yung D, and Superpower)

Yea three six mafia

[Chorus:]
Lolli lolli lolli lolli let me see you pop that body
Lolli lolli lolli lolli let me see you pop that body
Chocolate lolli
Cherry lolli
Feela lolli
Pink lolli
Red hot
Red hot
Red hot hot
Make that lolli pop
Make that lolli pop
Make that lolli pop
Make that lolli pop

That lolli lolli lolli
Please lord, have some mercy
This girl is throwin judi
I think she bout to hurt me
See she went front then back
She went side to side
I'm throwin blank checks
I think I need a ride
One pocket full of pills
A little bag of that cola
The other one full of weed
And a semi auto pistol-a
I ain't no dancin dude
But I can lean like a cholo
See mami go with me cause I can't be goin home solo

[Chorus]

They call me the juice when I'm at strip club
I put down a hundred or a dub
I'm a mac to a playa
I'm a stud
Cause when I leave the club I'm a f*ck
Ride with the man and be givin up the brain
Little skinny I'm a ride with ya
I don't even know your name
There's a whole lotta room in the front of the van
Like boroc obama said it's time for a change
Put a roll on the back seat
Pop that body now you know that ya got me
You'll find a chick that's kinda classy
Said her name was antine now I'm grabbin
Got a grip on the whip
Big round booty with the silicone tits
She bouncin on my lap and she tryina own the six
I whispered in her ear it's hard for a pimp

[Chorus]

All my ladies get em bodied
Put your hands in the air
If yous a good lookin hottie
Put your hands in the air
Punchin bag lookin for a model
Poppin that booty
I'm a pop bottles
Your girls a cutie
Know she goggles
Kingdom models
Shawty hot watch her rock
Let me see that lolli pop
Body rock don't you stop
I love the way that booty drop
Sideways front back up and down I like that
Cherry lolli chocolate lolli
I wanna see you pop that lolli

[Chorus]

. . .

My Own Way (Remix)

[No lyrics]

. . .


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