Three 6 Mafia - Land Of The Lost Lyrics

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Deep down south in da hood niggas slang

Hustlin' and game tryin' ta stack some change

Land of the lost full of gangstas 'n' killas

Niggas all about they damn scrilla

Deep down south in da hood niggas slang

Hustlin' and game tryin' ta stack some change

Land of the lost full of gangstas 'n' killas

Niggas all about they damn scrilla

To start it off i'm the motherfuckin' lady about her cheese

While you other herman benz out there leavin' fo' free

Kinda quick to tell you what i'm gonna get and it be true

At the end of the rainbow nigga i thought you knew

'cuz i'm sayin' all my hustlas don't forgot i'm on the green

Got a pocket full of money not no stones know what i mean?

Don't get mad 'cuz yo ass livin' broke

Fuck that get up off yo lazy ass

Get about yo fuckin' scratch

I'm chasin' franklin wit' my triple 6 thugs 'cuz we was sinners

I get deeper i'm still comin' up with lint

Livin' in a tent some trick gotta change it ain't the same

And it's plain to see i ain't the same man

Beat a bitch rob a hoe kick in does from doe to doe

Prophet posse never sloppy clean you out from roof to flo'

I'm startin' to stinkin' raisin' my heartbeat to never be rich

Rather trade a hoe for mackers dis predemption

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Deep down south in da hood niggas slang

Hustlin' and game tryin' ta stack some change

Land of the lost full of gangstas 'n' killas

Niggas all about they damn scrilla

Deep down south in da hood niggas slang

Hustlin' and game tryin' ta stack some change

Land of the lost full of gangstas 'n' killas

Niggas all about they damn scrilla

It's on why you shakin'? whatcha wanna do?

I gotta 357 brand new shootin' holes through

Niggas skulls fool let's get da dope and drop it off

And count them g's and smoke some cheese

It pays to brake the law

My cousin creepin' all them graded boys gonna hook us up

To make a grip on that white shit that we don't see or touch

Fuck what you talkin' about? we slangin' nigga

By any means you wanna stop the team we pull the trigga

Red red go away 'cuz a nigga wanna play

Leave me here chiefin hey standin' till the last day you can

Let me wear a briefcase in my situation

So many smilin' faces about the devil that's in me racin'

Place in here's a motherfucker my nigga i tell ya what

When i was in the jail while my killa was in da cut

All because of this high powered coward

Bustin' that i heat up musta been in love wanna fill me with slugs

It's crunchy black crunchy black on da creep nigga

How you niggas out here gonna laugh and fuckin' giggle?

When i'm gettin' bigga and bigga bigga den a fuckin' picture

Picture me in yo dreams when i'm out ta fuckin' getcha

Hit ya fo' ya dividends and fled from da fuckin' case

Don't drop no pieces so i want catch a case

Make a mistake in dis game and man you'll hafta pay

Deep in the jail cell or holy cell never see the day

Deep down south in da hood niggas slang

Hustlin' and game tryin' ta stack some change

Land of the lost full of gangstas 'n' killas

Niggas all about they damn scrilla

Deep down south in da hood niggas slang

Hustlin' and game tryin' ta stack some change

Land of the lost full of gangstas 'n' killas

Niggas all about they damn scrilla

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