beef we can (roll wit it) In the club or the street we can (go wit it) It don't make me none (blow for blow wit it} Crack his head wit a gun (I'ma sho
, we can roll with it In the club or the street, we can go with it It don't make me none blow for blow with it Crack his head with a gun, I'ma sho split
got beef we can (roll wit it) In the club or the street we can (go wit it) It don't make me none (blow for blow wit it} Crack his head wit a gun (I'ma
at the light and pause on 3 Hit the mall and it be all on me But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po Close the window when I roll the indo Know they mad cuz I roll the benzo It's that purple not pretendo Three 6 Mafia
don't like the feel? Then get back off in the kitchen where you can chill I roll with killers, and drug dealers And all the others I kick it with 'bout
mother fucking business now, wannabes! (In the middle of the club) Hypnotize Minds , Three 6 Mafia , roll with us, or get ran over, (In the middle of the club) Shoot with
with - nines and take yo life [Verse 2] (Juicy J) Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia
medicine (Verse 2) Gotta get with it Really wana hit it So damn thick I kno I split it Stopped at tha liquor store bought me a fifth And sum magnun rubbers with
Catch a pump If ya dont keep That nigga hard wit ya Cut off ya door Cut cha throat Tie ya bed His kids will with us when we roll Take that boy All his
it the quickest winter, the unstoppable summer The opposite of the apocalypse comin to popular Wanna be poppin this gun he about to be doin some old impossible Three-6 Mafia
the kitchen You see my kin folks, cars and glisten Ain't nothin' like sprewells 'cause they spinnin' It's CB baby I'm just in it to win it I'm ridin'
(feat. Josey Scott) Yeah it's going down, we ain't playin' with ya. Three 6 Mafia Yeah, we gettin' fucked up we gettin' fucked up, we gettin' fucked
from that Statin Island Hoe Who gives a fuck where you from Raise Your Thugs Up [Juicy J] North North Three 6 Mafia Three 6 Mafia Runnin thangs drankin with
, rollin, rollin [Verse One] Mix that X with orange juice Gettin real high in the DJ booth If you got drank my nigga that's cool Fuck it them pills I
wanna skrive with flows of horror I'm droppin like Steven Speilberg deep into da mound aint nuttin but killas up in da dark I'm creepin with the hatchet with
Yeah, for the first time it's goin' down, history baby New Three 6 Mafia, featuring Eightball and MJG, Young Buck It's a Tennessee thing babe I gotta
