Three 6 Mafia - Body Parts 3 Lyrics

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Crunchy blac boogie mane frayser boy lil' wyte chrome

Granddaddy souf juicy j project pat dj paul the king of memphis

Cock 'em up

Hypnotized minds hcp hypnotized camp posse

We finna do this for all you thievin' ass

Wanna be us ass niggaz out there

Stealin' motherfucker take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga

Make this money like we makin' it nigga throw it down

Ain't never been a motherfuckin' bitch

Hypnotized here just to get that grip

Y'all niggaz talk 'cuz ya talk like a bitch

Y'all niggaz walk 'cuz ya walk like a bitch

Now ain't that some shit ya hatin' on this click

You gon' make a nigga get up with cha kid

Split yo wig oh yes i did

I told you you don't want it with a hard hitta kid

I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks

Hit a nigga for his stash spot

Took the rock nigga was got that was the plot

Dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop

Open it up for closin' it up i don't give a fuck

On a daily basis i be postin' it up

Smokin' it up choppin' it to match it wit dub

Give us a club six mane tearin' it up

These niggaz misleaded i'mma throw the first blow

Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin' getcha merked hoe

Chop it yeah i hope folk money what i work fo'

Paul and juicy sent me gotta put you in the dirt bro

Comin' with the pistols is easy we can get you guys

Frayser boy bizzle or beezy it's the hypnotize

Hcp them my folks weed got my eyes low

If you know what i know run that shit to my doe

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We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers

If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker

But ya'll know ya'll done heard all that befo'

Y'all done seen the fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe

You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a chevy trunk

Lights out next to the mississippi river plumped

Duck tape hog tied wrong place wrong time

Hypnotized minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind

All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already know

I'm the truth and out the booth never been a hoe

Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya through the doe

You ain't know i'm a young rich gangsta nigga

Never been one of them old type wanksta niggaz

I'm a smart muhfucka ask my mama who made me

A lotta niggaz mad 'cuz they know they can't fade me

I'm chrome carleone paul and juicy who pay me

Well it's ya boy grandaddy call me mr. man

Fuckin' ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies

See i could give a fuck about ya tossin' all ya tough talkin'

You don't like me nigga hit me in my mouth

Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across then

Candy ass nigga boy you softer than cotton

Fight me or squash it 'cuz i ain't 'bout the spit boxin'

Hootin and hollerin' like a cheerleader squadron

You can't be like me slangin' d 'cuz i'm hurtin' ya

No competition with the juice 'cuz it's curtains

It ain't nothin' shakin' but some pimps in this bizitch

That's why you muggin' and yo face lookin' pizzissed

Stay flippin' cars ballin' out like to shizine

You stay askin' questions how the hell them niggaz do that

We smoke the best of dro while she down with some jack-jack

My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side

They locked me up just like 2pac and i went platinium

Laid it down for a calendar i'm right back at 'em

Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam

Niggaz rob kill murder steal for that ghetty green

U.s. marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead

Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head

I'm was like "i ain't did shit why you hatin' this?"

Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this

I been doin' this too long to still be strugglin' livin' like this

Fuckin' off with major labels slayed me like a bitch

And these got cheese and ride on rolls it mean hoes

But still on the road doin' free shows

Tryna get a few spins in a few spots

I growed up back in the day i wouldn't use my glock

I hear a lotta corny shit on the radio

That's because they record company wouldn't spend dough

Yeah my label got a hook up with mtv

But they just keep forgettin' to tell 'em 'bout me

They try to play like its love and it's family

But all my marketin' dollars goin' to shh

Tear da club up was the first crunk fight song

I made that in 92 a lil' not long

That it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on

That's why three 6 is the most known unknowns

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