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Three 6 Mafia
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They Don't Fuck Wit U
作词:Paul Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Ricky Dunigan, Earl Patrick Houston, Jordan Houston
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
I grab my swatter, I swat this bug, he laid to rest Fuckin' wit' T R I P L E S I X Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts
Bitch, where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in 'Cuz in yo face, off in the streets ain't nothin' but hoe is showin' Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight Stick you with knives, shoot you with nines and take yo life
Yea, we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared 'cuz we don't play around Never wanna step 'cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow
If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold Foo, this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed
They don't fuck wit u like ya fucked with them Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb You got no ends, now you got no friends Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don't fuck wit u like ya fucked with them Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb You got no ends, now you got no friends Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
Whachu doin' 'round her', my nigga I gotta get ya Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest No understandin', projects the greedy, ya could be next
I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a [unverified] No hesitatin', I come out buckin', so watch the nine Off in east Memphis transactin' bizness, I know you straight I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate
Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air? 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I'm seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers
Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair All in my bizness, God is my witness, I don't even care 'Cuz all you bitches you get the, died hell, yeah
They don't fuck wit u like ya fucked with them Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb You got no ends, now you got no friends Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don't fuck wit u like ya fucked with them Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb You got no ends, now you got no friends Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
Deep, deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin' Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bitches than London got bridges Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well Touch me and you'll die, see you can burn wit' me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-i for you niggas that've lost it Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will [unverified]off it Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the six riders
My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane And fuckin' wit' him is like fuckin' wit' somethin' different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough Like ash to ash, nigga, and dust to dust In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga 'Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up
They don't fuck wit u like ya fucked with them Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb You got no ends, now you got no friends Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don't fuck wit u like ya fucked with them Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb You got no ends, now you got no friends Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown ...
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