Låttexter: Three 6 Mafia. Choices. Wona Get Some, I Got Some.
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feat. Tear Da Club Up Thugs, T-Rock
[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah
HC mutha fuckin P nigga
Hypnotized mutha fuckin Mindz bitch
For you mutha fuckin rinky dink records up out there
Ya'll know who ya'll is, there's a bunch of you mutha fucka's
DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass niggas
T-Rock rock that shit fo these (?)
[Verse 1: T-Rock]
My house of representitives, be A town assassins
That'll cause a riot in any shape form or fashion
Run up in your grill, when attention who we blastin'
Now woo now we presidental thing, cause you was flashin'
We some alcoholic niggas, we cause depression'
A-tech in this mobb, niggas mashin' for cashin'
Amazed what we see the crooked police harassin'
All because we makin' cheddar other clicks are lackin'
Down for the cause, where you haters wanna brawl
Got my back against the wall, Hypnotized Camp I call
We some treal figgas', drug heal niggas, makin' (?) quicker
Livin' in the world where it's hard not to kill niggas
Enemies is layin', unless they hold in tight them brain cells
Sacraficein' every chick that they can make, because of fame mama
Clean till I'm gone, like I'm ridin on the chrome
Shakin' all the playa haters, soking knowledge in my dome
[Chrous: DJ Paul] x2
Little Ass Boy You Gone Hear This And Feel Me Smilien In My Face But Chu
Really Wanna Kill Me
Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
Little Ass Boy You Gone Hear This And Feel Me Smilien In My Face But Chu
Really Wanna Kill Me
Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
[DJ Paul]
Ohhwee it's gettin' hot up in here
You mutha fucka's learned some technique yet nigga
I start this shit...changed the beat up
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Get back from me nigga here come lord your fuckin' nemesis
Back on your premisices, remember what I left on bitch
You hoes can't take me, you can't fake me
you can't make me, you can't break me,
Always shady, and I leave yo weakass (?)
I got no fears and no pain in my veins mayn
I been insane coming free in the black rain
You wanna step up to the mayn, well put yourself in danger
I'm like the ranger from the west and obsessed with anger
I hear the room was from consumers and this shit is funny
The niggas talkin' shit, it's niggas who ain't got no money
They make a sale off fuck a grip they askin never again
They make a sack a stick to bitch they askin never stick
They make a sack to spit this gangsta shit they'll never spit
So walk up faking feel the shackin' drowning in fuckin' piss
Trick yo' gossip, your like fossets so I let you leak
Lord is elitein' now I beat you like a hoggy beat
[Chorus] x1
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Mayn you bitches got problems, let it be known hoe
This whoadie gone solve 'em, when it be one who
Fucking round wit grown men
That Hypnotized Camp
HCP we got that pump, cut up your fuckin' neck
Man I'm glad these niggas gonna the fuck up out the Posse Songs
Now I'm smilin in an (?) ridin on chrome
Singin'...No new niggas in our click we thick, we rich, we glist, we been
down for years
[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
I done been up on your corner, I done smoked up all they weed
I done hold down with your killas, I done corner them for there g's
Niggas talkin' bout yo ass, say you ain't nuthin but a bitch
Say you always claimin killa, but for real you suckin' dick
Yeah it's funny how it is to see a nigga in a thong
Get them glocks with the pop, you gone break yo ass and run
I ain't fuckin' wit yo kind and I ain't got no point to prove
Let yo legs move be a mutha fuckin best move..bitch
[Chorus] x1
feat. Tear Da Club Up Thugs, T-Rock
[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah
HC mutha fuckin P nigga
Hypnotized mutha fuckin Mindz bitch
For you mutha fuckin rinky dink records up out there
Ya'll know who ya'll is, there's a bunch of you mutha fucka's
DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass niggas
T-Rock rock that shit fo these (?)
[Verse 1: T-Rock]
My house of representitives, be A town assassins
That'll cause a riot in any shape form or fashion
Run up in your grill, when attention who we blastin'
Now woo now we presidental thing, cause you was flashin'
We some alcoholic niggas, we cause depression'
A-tech in this mobb, niggas mashin' for cashin'
Amazed what we see the crooked police harassin'
All because we makin' cheddar other clicks are lackin'
Down for the cause, where you haters wanna brawl
Got my back against the wall, Hypnotized Camp I call
We some treal figgas', drug heal niggas, makin' (?) quicker
Livin' in the world where it's hard not to kill niggas
Enemies is layin', unless they hold in tight them brain cells
Sacraficein' every chick that they can make, because of fame mama
Clean till I'm gone, like I'm ridin on the chrome
Shakin' all the playa haters, soking knowledge in my dome
[Chrous: DJ Paul] x2
Little Ass Boy You Gone Hear This And Feel Me Smilien In My Face But Chu
Really Wanna Kill Me
Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
Little Ass Boy You Gone Hear This And Feel Me Smilien In My Face But Chu
Really Wanna Kill Me
Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
[DJ Paul]
Ohhwee it's gettin' hot up in here
You mutha fucka's learned some technique yet nigga
I start this shit...changed the beat up
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Get back from me nigga here come lord your fuckin' nemesis
Back on your premisices, remember what I left on bitch
You hoes can't take me, you can't fake me
you can't make me, you can't break me,
Always shady, and I leave yo weakass (?)
I got no fears and no pain in my veins mayn
I been insane coming free in the black rain
You wanna step up to the mayn, well put yourself in danger
I'm like the ranger from the west and obsessed with anger
I hear the room was from consumers and this shit is funny
The niggas talkin' shit, it's niggas who ain't got no money
They make a sale off fuck a grip they askin never again
They make a sack a stick to bitch they askin never stick
They make a sack to spit this gangsta shit they'll never spit
So walk up faking feel the shackin' drowning in fuckin' piss
Trick yo' gossip, your like fossets so I let you leak
Lord is elitein' now I beat you like a hoggy beat
[Chorus] x1
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Mayn you bitches got problems, let it be known hoe
This whoadie gone solve 'em, when it be one who
Fucking round wit grown men
That Hypnotized Camp
HCP we got that pump, cut up your fuckin' neck
Man I'm glad these niggas gonna the fuck up out the Posse Songs
Now I'm smilin in an (?) ridin on chrome
Singin'...No new niggas in our click we thick, we rich, we glist, we been
down for years
[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
I done been up on your corner, I done smoked up all they weed
I done hold down with your killas, I done corner them for there g's
Niggas talkin' bout yo ass, say you ain't nuthin but a bitch
Say you always claimin killa, but for real you suckin' dick
Yeah it's funny how it is to see a nigga in a thong
Get them glocks with the pop, you gone break yo ass and run
I ain't fuckin' wit yo kind and I ain't got no point to prove
Let yo legs move be a mutha fuckin best move..bitch
[Chorus] x1
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