't hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (Bitch) Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker I bet you won't push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (Ho) Push a
A nigga hit me for the 10-4 I hit a 10-4 On my walkie-talkie Them niggas ask me what Im in fo I said I need a nigga heart ta Stop beatin We playin the
with ya. Three 6 Mafia Yeah, we gettin' fucked up we gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked up we, gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked
can you niggas feel my pain catch me standing in the rain holding on a rusty 2 bout to act a fuckin fool is the 6 the devil though make you wanna powder
a two with me man Key to the ceiling is what they got for me to come a weary saint Kick some doors Put some hoes On some mother fucking flo
fuckin street Should I let a nigga live? Should I let a nigga die? I should watch a nigga cry As da tears hit the floor Dealin' shit, how
like a duck a You know I came for trouble Some thug wit' the crosser Hollow let a bust a The hood for da money Comin' from a junkie Yo' nose kinda runny
till the night I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a gauge Niggah think he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed First I hit the weed, hit
ain't playin', we ain't playin' See, I could hit a, hit a, stick a, stick a, get a nigga fast I'm kicking in some doors, I'm puttin' a nigga on his
grave When a nigga catch you slippin it's that beam in yo' face Repeat 1 [Verse 3] See I could hit-a hit-a stick-a stick-a get a nigga fast I'm kicking
a nigga on his ass And if hes talkin' trash I'll put him in a bag A body fuckin' bag man I shoulda wore a mask I stickin' stickin' move a body body
laying in their bodys, its the fucking bullet lead now niggas in da morgue and I could give a fuck less keep my business quiet as kept, mothers in that
more wilder than a chicken with his head cut off Three 6 mafia hypnotizin' don't make me set it off (gangsta boo) Screamin' notha fuckin' murder, murder
Hand On The Wood Grain Im In Da Caddilac Feelin Like A Grade A Pimp Man You [?] Tryin Hard As Hell, You Never Do It Like I Did It, Its A Mother Fuckin
from your grave When a nigga catch you slippin it's that beam in yo' face [Repeat 1] [Verse 3] See I could hit-a hit-a stick-a stick-a get a nigga fast
myself You betta catch up witcho kind And fuck wit somebody else [Verse 5: DJ Paul] Now I'm a lock you in the fuckin trunk While i hit the fuckin funk
cha in a sweat, no fessin', just messin', my mother fuckin' pimpin' So bitch lets go cash yo check [Scan Man] It was a night of a Devils pledge, strictly
to burn enternaly in hell contrast by the way ya ass done walk MC mother fucking Mack My Killa Klan Kaze be having my back The Triple 6 Mafia ready to