cause that Tire Shop track thumps [DJ Paul talkin'] Yeah this DJ Paul in this motherfucka wid my nigga Gangsta B and the Three 6 Mafia muhfucka Hook
light when I float on Takin my glasses off, butts around are soft I come around people peak, but scared to cough One major label like you cryin, you
stick to acting Kill you in two bars, Daddy its quick to happen Wont know what caused it, But Nick will get you dancing You do it in the closet, you know you
[Intro] Yeah, Three 6 Ma-fi-AH! Say whaaaat? Three 6 Ma-fi-AH! It's goin down Y'all know what time it is We ain't playin wit'cha In the club, in the street
you from I'm 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
zoot The next thing you know we was off in the pool I ain't gon' lie this head that hit it Cause when you do X you'll run up in it The girl had cocaine
Intro DJ Paul talking (With Echos)] Yea! (Yea) Three Six (Six) Boogie Mane (Mane) Hypnotize Mindz (Tize Mindz) You know.. (You know) Niggaz get scared
They don't really know me All them folk is Jane Doe Comin' to your soon So beware of this gangsta shit Enough has been said Got you scared so I
ho -You primo smokin muthafucker -You muthafuckin bitch, you milkshake ass nugga, I'm stirrin you up ho -I heard you had AIDS you weak muthafucka -You
to funkytown Baby come and get it crunk What's up, what you scared or somethin' Loddy, doddy party fuckin' hardy till you fuck up somethin' Fuck the fuckin police bitch, you
from 3 6 picture platinum clique And you can't sell three copies of your shit You smoke garbage weed, and cheap packs a blow You own a vehicle, pick
three 6 mafia in yo ear We sippin', surp, you might get hurt We snatchin' bitches, beatin' 'em down in da dirt We don't play fair, we throwin' chairs So if you
in yo guts Make you a nice warm blanket of mud You fools ain't learned to see the rear burn Hollow point hit you so hard your body turned You have been
[Hook (2X):] Smokin' on da dro You can't act like you don't know Smokin' on da dro You can't act like you don't know Get down, get down on ya knees like
You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shit You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing
will miss you You should have warned them that the Three 6 Mafia out to get cha Would you walk to his house with a pistol Could you let the heat go like
you high I don't know you why the fuck you all in my grill I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill You ain't no killa my lyrics leave
's wig Three 6 Mafia niggazz includin 1 female That's bumpin so hard on you hoes The only ones talkin that shit is these jealous ass niggaz And all playa hatas you