Three 6 Mafia Lyrics
Three 6 Mafia Lyrics
"Who Run It Lyrics"
The End Of The Line Lyrics
(Graham Russell) This will take some understanding I believe someone is sending, love to us and everyone Who cares to take a gamble sometimes Think of me I've given all I can, stretched an arm and open hand to you So never say no That's the end of the line That's the end of the line That's the end of the line That's the end of the line You I need, always needed don't turn back for any reason F
(Graham Russell) This will take some understanding I believe someone is sending, love to us and everyone Who cares to take a gamble sometimes Think of me I've given all I can, stretched an arm and open hand to you So never say no That's the end of the line That's the end of the line That's the end of the line That's the end of the line You I need, always needed don't turn back for any reason F
DJ Paul:
Who run it (x15)
Chorus: DJ Paul (4x)
These bitches ain't runnin'(runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
DJ Paul:
These niggaz got plenty ANNA, but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm bustin' out of luxury cars, still got these hoes on the run
I'm hearin' plenty MANY words, but ain't no actions to PROVE
We can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin' and movin'
We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this RING
I can pop your chest, PLASTIC glock, or pop your jaw diamond ring
Please don't hate me hate the bank,FOR STASHIN' G's that I take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate
See people flip when I'm comin', got SUCKAS sick at the stomach
They wonder what I brought in, they wonderin’ what I got comin'
Niggaz I'm co
The Bad Boyz Lyrics
[Chubb Rock] Chubb is a loveable Guy, not a Teddy Riley group It deeply bruise me, greaves me if you say I'm soup I'm really not, and I don't really think I am But I'm convinced, that I can make a funky jam So if you wanna, support the man that's gonna jump up on the scene deliver lyrics that are sorta mean With the cream of the crop, Chubb Rock will never stop showin his intelligence quotient, things are potentmin' like this, off in your mouth like a bitch
Taste me, when you think of me, I'm bread and water, I'll start it
Juicy J:
WWHAT'S THE BIDNESS
It's that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank
Always have to mention my name, when you high AND on that drank
Catch up with this boy you can't, cause you know I'm holdin' rank
When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it make you faint
Through the streets now have you heard, BOUT the Mafia droppin' verbs
Runnin' from the nazi cops, tossin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel
If you wanna punk me out, pop these niggaz in they grill
Chorus: DJ Paul (2x)
Crunchy Black:
I can't take any more, I'm bout to explode
I'm bout to overload, I'm bout to kill you boy
All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the KEYS atKick Your Game (Remix) Lyrics
Featuring Craig Mack & Jermaine Dupri (Jermaine Dupri, Manual Seal, Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes) 1994 So So Def, EMI April Music Inc. Full Keel, Air Control Music TizBiz Music, Pebbitone Music (ASCAP) Yes Yes Can I kick it (yes you can) Can I kick it (yes you can) Can I kick it (yes you can) Can I kick it (yes you can) Can I kick it (yes you can) Can
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Keep it easy, you don't want to get skeezed at[Chubb Rock] Chubb is a loveable Guy, not a Teddy Riley group It deeply bruise me, greaves me if you say I'm soup I'm really not, and I don't really think I am But I'm convinced, that I can make a funky jam So if you wanna, support the man that's gonna jump up on the scene deliver lyrics that are sorta mean With the cream of the crop, Chubb Rock will never stop showin his intelligence quotient, things are potent
Taste me, when you think of me, I'm bread and water, I'll start it
Juicy J:
WWHAT'S THE BIDNESS
It's that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank
Always have to mention my name, when you high AND on that drank
Catch up with this boy you can't, cause you know I'm holdin' rank
When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it make you faint
Through the streets now have you heard, BOUT the Mafia droppin' verbs
Runnin' from the nazi cops, tossin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel
If you wanna punk me out, pop these niggaz in they grill
Chorus: DJ Paul (2x)
Crunchy Black:
I can't take any more, I'm bout to explode
I'm bout to overload, I'm bout to kill you boy
All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the KEYS at
Featuring Craig Mack & Jermaine Dupri (Jermaine Dupri, Manual Seal, Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes) 1994 So So Def, EMI April Music Inc. Full Keel, Air Control Music TizBiz Music, Pebbitone Music (ASCAP) Yes Yes Can I kick it (yes you can) Can I kick it (yes you can) Can I kick it (yes you can) Can I kick it (yes you can) Can I kick it (yes you can) Can
All on this muthafuckin' ROOM, nigga BOOM
LAY YOU ON your back so we can get up soon
Stab you in your heart with a HAR-FUCKING-POON
Nigga BOOM, nigga BOOM
Lord Infamous:
Scarecrow's on it, I'm still hungry, starvin' for a platinum supper
Wipe it easy, mc’s look black founded, the quicker the sicker their eatin’
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Infamous grips, gats gun ‘em all down, even ghost towns
Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round
Ball bat, bashin’ niggers back, beatin' bitches down
Battle like blaze BUST HIS BALLS, BODY never found
Catch a close encounter CAUSE the anarchism of these A-bombs
Chemical reaction cause the venom shot in to his arm
Chorus: DJ Paul (3x)
Gangsta Boo:
Here we go, all you weak ass hoes
In my face like you my friend
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Path Of Sin Lyrics
Again and again and again You bring me to ecstasy You have died but I don't care Burial place is not your true relief Fistfucks in your backdoos hole Necropenetrating lust takes command Path of sin - sin Create the sin - sin In darkness we'll always be together Forever your body belongs to me Wrapped in pleasure we will burn In eternity we shall be reborn Path of sin - sin Cr
ropped in again, time to make endsAgain and again and again You bring me to ecstasy You have died but I don't care Burial place is not your true relief Fistfucks in your backdoos hole Necropenetrating lust takes command Path of sin - sin Create the sin - sin In darkness we'll always be together Forever your body belongs to me Wrapped in pleasure we will burn In eternity we shall be reborn Path of sin - sin Cr
Dope game , my game, hoes lame, it's a shame
How that Gangsta Boo is GONNA click up on you bitches man
Fat cat, BUT I be, packin' how you love that
Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at
(BLAW) BE DEAD IN A SECOND for 10 G's
(Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my P's
Koopsta Knicca:
Parents PLEASE, watch out for your children
This the one that'll lock 'em in the basement
Some of them talkin' so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa
Cause the fuckin' all my niggaz, Koopsta tryin' to tell ya somethin'
Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Koopsta Knicca
Lord, I done some sins, cause she married, but I don't know that nigga
Figured he is a killa, so he figures he'll watch us fuckin'
Put them muthafuckin' slugs upside that thug, cuz, we’re out…