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1. _ Big Business
(lord infamous)
You got thugs on ya spot,
Fresh out the box,
The crowd so live,
They comin' in flocks
(all)
Cuz, it's big business, it big business bitch
It's big business, it big business bitch (x2)
(lord infamous)
As i cut, guts poor
Blood washes from the shore
To da sand, as a thousand veins,
Center through my hand,
Can i whip, stand a man
From the underland of pain
As his brains, hit the grains
And i bury the remains, from my face
Pissin through a bitches ???,
Infamous bring out the sack of the serial killas
Triple six murderers
Now leave it enough, whenever you come
They be ready to cook, now rev up the hood
And these niggas could to be these infamous could
And the mafia villains would fuck up a rookie
Drop him to his knees wit a n-i-n-e slugs, get done
And bloody up your mug
Because we really love to make a stand
It's the high capitol make me touch a man
I got the scope, and not the kind that kills bad
Breath
I got the kind that like to fuck up ya good health
Everybody in this bitch lets tear some shit up
Tear da club up thugs
On ya spot, put'm up
(repeat chorus 2x)
(d. j. paul)
I kill, kill, kill
I murder, murder, murder
Hater's in my face,
Watch a nigga hurta
40, 40, cal,
I pull out my back pocket
I grab you by your neck,
I pull it out a socket
Range, range, range,
Rover, rover, rover,
Blow this fuckin' task
Police pull me over
But i blast on these hoes
Cause i'm too fuckin dangerous
Prophet the posse,
I doubt you hoes could hang wit us
Killin all you nigga's is a easy task
You fools that last,
I bullet proof a mazz on dat ass, i dash
To yo muthafuckin crib,
Soon as i find out where you live
Flashlights see yo face
Mario a murder case
Roamin through the muthafuckin black haven area
Prophet is my posse, i doubt you see something scarer
Plenty talk shit, but they ain't nothing but
Characters
$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us
(repeat chorus 2x)
(juicy j)
First i wanna grab a nigga by his neck,
Drag him to my fuckin set,
Take a nigga blow, and his cheese, and dem cigarettes
Put the gun up to his nose
Tie him up from head to toe
Strap his body in a bag
Throw him in a fire
Call my nigga's dee and blue
Project pat, ya'll know what to do
Creep through dem streets,
Wit dem thangs, blast on any fools
Tear da club up thugs, in this muthafucker runnin'
Shit
If you want to playa hate the click,
Then your done with
Know'n we ain't going bitch
Makin' fakers dig a ditch
Scare familys in the night
Make'm pull the panic switch
Comin like titanic trick
Holycaust wit a grip
Crazyndalazdaz i'm bout to have a fuckin fit
Hold me back don't let me go
I'm high as hell and on the road
Nigga i break off in ya house,
And boot yo baby wit a pole
Lunatic superstitious, on the corner like i'm pimpin
If i see ya on the block, i'm fuckin,
Fuckin wit the quickness
(lord infamous)
You got the thugs on ya spot
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2. _ When It's On It's Murder
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3. _ Dalazdayz
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4. _ Hell Naw
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5. _ Comin' Up Next
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6. _ Throw Your Sets Up
{dj paul [all]}(x2)
If you niggas ain't scared throw your set [throw em up] (2x)
If you niggas [throw em up](2x)
If you niggas ain't scared throw your set [throw em up]
{lord infamous}
Lord infamous hella rough, we tryin to proceed in ya
Just rockin robbin knockin naughty kids
We layin cartridges, and droppin hostages, with no apologies
We breakin laws my nig, this nigga big business bitch
A war is in order, get a bullet and hit em hit em hit em
A motherfucker, i'm the gangsta that release the beast from hell
Yell out ya set, yell out ya set, yell, might as well
Get it crazyndalazdayz
Stay blazed, take slaves, dig graves, bitch don't play die
{juicy j}
Comin from the darkness of the cut up north
Memphis bitch killers from the evergreen garden
We don't set trip, for my niggas doin time in two or one
For their crimes, lets get in the gangsta line
And throw the funky town sign
I'm on that other level (level)
Go grab the shovel (shovel)
Cause many bodies drop and sever (sever)
So meet the devil (devil)
Creep up with plastic hard as wood (wood)
Cause hater would (would)
Run thru our hood but our hood (hood)
Is like no good (good)
I wish you could (could)
{dj paul [all]}(x2)
If you niggas ain't scared throw your set [throw em up] (2x)
If you niggas [throw em up](2x)
If you niggas ain't scared throw your set [throw em up]
{never}
Representing all y'all on a mission
Tryin to make a bill, what you want what?
Never be buck, tear da club up better duck
Who that wanna take the opposition better throw it up
Its the conflict and the mafia tre' 6 and us droppin ya
From the chi- but you wont drop, i'm poppin ya
I be the outcast till the last time and i'm
Puttin em up in the guillotine, you know what i mean
Swept you clean off your feet
Street sweep till the beat heat till you go seek and peak
What i mean your gree-dy, ain't we tricky
Who that was in the cut gettin rough?
Who that be? that be the flict from chicago to memphis
Want stress and your emphasis on
Bullshit but you didn't know we was on
{kilo}
Buck wildest walk tennessee now, make yankees wanna stay
Kilo been ready in tennessee, got you hoe, how you like hennesey?
Can't help it to be bogus mayn, grew up pimpin and i done slanged
Gang banged with my foes, really didn't mind it hustlin's great
Desperado, and i chose my home
When i'm out there like an ice cold catacomb
Now in the storm, got ya rollin up the window
Keep your arms in so heat up
When it comes too crucial throw it up
Gettin scummy dirty money nigga throw your set up
{wildstyle}
Load the clip i'm known to rip up but you wanna get it on
Send up the tech anybody wanna flex the chi-
I'm a bet you die, when the bangers ride
Its a one-on-one war battle
Showdown for anybody want some get yourself knocked out
We bogus nigga, anty up trigger, chi-town killers
All mighty go getters, now what's it be like?
Flaggin my set, we outlaws, we creep our way
Bring it on gone getcha thug on
In the club better let it be known
Snappin and rappin em up when they came
With a gang fin to bang throw your set
Bet runnin loud buckwild, who is that?
Nigga throw up your set
{dj paul [all]}
If you niggas ain't scared throw your set [throw em up] (2x)
If you niggas [throw em up](2x)
If you niggas ain't scared throw your set[throw em up]
{dj paul}
I was drinkin outta town rollin on these bustas (bustas)
They be actin like a bitch, they be actin like a hoe
They be actin like a motherfuckin nigga that won't slow roll
When the tre' 6 mafia tearz-that
Wherez-at niggaz?
Comin feel these triggez you big and you bad
Don't allow playa hate when i'm comin thru
Bustin your ass where ya stand
Tear da club up thugs and the motherfuckin flizict
For niggaz in they camp
Nigga then here we go thru the motherfuckin click
Get some of they shoes on they leg
Whether niggas in the club, whether niggas in the streets
Ain't down with the snipes that be around
Gd's, vl's, crizips, blizoods all hold they sets in the air
{cold hard}
Scandalous, came up to me, i done had enough of
That shit motherfuckers be sayin lookin at me
When they never even seen never heard of me
Cold hard, guerillaty, hideous three
Power increase, scarecrow release
Dangerously, turn to a beast
How can you breathe?
Never get over your under beneath
Mental get loose this is something to feed flict
How the fuck you off when im in it
So aight you a damn vet
Crucial like me ain't seen nothing yet
Im fin to put your click in check
Gettin tore from the floor up better slow up
When you go up better claim ya set
{dj paul [all]}
If you niggas ain't scared throw your set [throw em up] (2x)
If you niggas [throw em up](2x)
If you niggas ain't scared throw your set [throw em up]
[throw em up]
Throw your set [throw em up]
[throw em up]
Throw your set throw your set
[throw em up] throw your set
[throw em up] throw your set
[throw em up]
If you niggas ain't scared throw your set [throw em up]
[throw em up]
Throw your set [throw em up]
Throw your set [throw em up]
Throw your set [throw em up]
Throw your set [throw em up]
[throw em up]
[throw em up]
Throw your set
If you niggas ain't scared throw your set [throw em up]
[throw em up]
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7. _ On Da Block
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8. _ I'm Losin' It
Oh my god
It's happenin' again
Why does this keep happenin'
I'm losin' my mind
I gotta find somebody to talk to
I can't stop
(you think you can catch keyser soze)
(you think a guy like that comes this close to getting caught
And sticks his head out)
(if he comes up for anything it'll be to get rid of me)
(after that, my guess is you'll never hear from me again)
Chorus x2
Sometimes i think i'm losin' it, i'm losin' it, i'm losin' it
Ain't no pill, ain't no cure for it, i'm losin' it, i'm losin' it
Ain't nothin' i can do for it, i'm losin' it, i'm losin' it
Everyday my mind is provin' it, i'm losin' it, i'm losin' it
[lord infamous]
I get focused, i cannot figure it, something is hopeless
Medicine man fill my perscription, give me a stronger dosage
I went to the reverend, father, he talked to me about god
But the praying did not stop soze from acting very odd
A black heart that gets soft from smelling, corpses rot
Ain't enough room in my backyard for another burying plot
I love doom
I'm gettin' black candles, slept like voodoo in my bedroom
I keep six bitches around the bedpost, torture and they fight
Satan says a lullaby in my ears every night
It's a song of suffering sin and a motherfuckin'fright it goes:
Keyser soze, bring the souls
Bring me babies, men, women, and animals
My victory all for the almighty is set revival
Cut 6's in they foreheads, and burn the bibles
Ain't no snappin' and body snatchin'
Triple six rappin' if the world shall end
I will be the one that makes it happen
Chorus 2x
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9. _ Elbow A Nigga
Chorus(2x)-all
I bet you won't
Elbow a nigga,elbow a nigga
Elbow a nigga,elbow a nigga
I bet you won't
Stomp motherfucker stomp
Motherfucker stomp
Stomp motherfucker stomp
Motherfucker stomp
{juicy j}
Hurt nigga
I'm coming out the fucking closet
Stay the fuck up off my dick
I feel the bucking poppin',poppin'
Boy i ain't a hoe
Cause i caught you bitches liquor store
Niggas that need somthing in yo' ???
Punk yo' nuts broke studio
Gangsta step up to the fucking wheel
Call you nigga,call yo' click
And please tell them shoot to kill
Wishing that you would pop yo' nuts
Cause i'm throwing them thangs
Take care of your business bitch
Now we'll see who run your game
Hoe
{dj paul}
These niggas all in my face
My face these niggas be yening
I'm mixing screwdrivers wit' j
But don't forget the gining
And then i go show my rings
And my fake gold chain
(edit)grab the nine like i'm off soul train
But i wait
Let them haters move first
Hundred more bustas i'll make
Befor i finish a verse
Verses getting crucial
Crucial verses getting
Cases be spinning
Niggas hittin' but i'm hittin'
??????
Chorus(2x)
{lord infamous}
Hurts in have minded
And you've been blinded
By ? and you can find it
Hurt your whole faculty
Invert your reality
Task force,swat team
Martials are after me blay
Trail of blood drips
Stiffs in the fortress
Had to blast his organs
Took all his fortunes
Importing weapons
Put it on my beltings
Welp in your skeleton
Like a wicked witch
???? see them bail
{project pat}
Be the next nigga to fall
Wit' these mags and these techs
I be the next nigga to ball
In your shift,flip the script
See another chapter has been
Written in this game
Project pat is the pastor
Mane i'm after lucci,lucci
Like a dicken in a jumpsuit
With these infabeam eyes
Scooping out a bitch's purse
I dispearse killer lyrics
Like a tome in ya mug
Hypnotize monds gotta
Nigga high on some drugs
Chorus(4x)
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10. _ Who The Crunkest
featuring Project Pat
{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}
who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
[folks on the right.]
who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
[people on the left.](x4)
{Juicy J}
you know the time is tickin short, now I'm reachin for the vault
grab them clothes that match the night, and them things they call they aunt
yes a nigga know I'm quiet, if you don't talk they think your soft
but I be quick to pull and blast and leave your body full of chalk
never talk cause when you talk these hoes be all up in your biz
bring the word up where you livin, all the shit a nigga did
hoe I ain't dentin a fuckin dinner roll, your bodies in the trunk
cause shit some keys over seas, may the flour mix with funk
I call the police 911 "Their's been a murder on my set."
and when they pull up on my set, we pop them things and then we jet
on the low is how I keep it, if you want your blood to spill,
run your mouth off in the street, and pull your gun to shoot to kill
if you real if you realer than a motherfuckin gang
on the block is where you hang, throw them motherfuckin thangs
nigga drivin up the K. slangin rocks or pushin weight
ghetto nigga from the south, ain't no law that we can't break
{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}
who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
[folks on the right.]
who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
[people on the left.](x4)
who the crunkest(x7) in this motherfucker?
{DJ Paul}
what you know about goin out, headin out, ridin out, down south
findin DJ Paul with the gold and diamonds in his mouth
ridin in the Rover with the boys and the broads in the cars behind me
could you tell me how'd you find me
Rolex hangin up out the window shiny as hell
I must have gave myself away with my diamond bezz-le{bling}
slang the Rover in the garage crankin up the Capris
time to check up on my tramps in the be -a-z(<-busy) week
zone us hangin on corners slangin that marijuana
hoe we been known since we been gone good since this early morn
biggity-bust em dust em make em put plugs in donuts
in my hood I'm like wassup with somethin that's on us
groovin with the Hypnotized Camp Posse boys
took my credit card, the Lexus, bought ten of them toys (ha, ha)
I got you thinkin wishin you was through with the Hypnotizers
but facin failure you can get the club crunk like us
{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}
who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
[folks on the right.]
who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
[people on the left.] (x4)
who the crunkest(x7) in this motherfucker
{Project Pat}
knicky knack patty wack automatic ghetto bust
some say they down but they shady so in glock I trust
I shall bust if you in it man represent it man
if its all about that yah that green then I'm wit it man
understand where I'm comin from, out the ghetto slum
Project Pat, Tear da Club up Thugs out here slangin drugs
makin lame thugs bite the dust if they step to us
ain't no need to cuss even fuss let that Ruger bust
if you real you can keep it real never fake the deal
if you gotta kill for your meal than you handle that
in the street the gat is a tool used for regulatin
poppin off lead at your hat when you violating
incriminating eyes when you see me passin in my Lex
haters in diguise don't you boot this killa do what it takes
laid to rest must have been your time for you to clock out
had a vest but you should have had your fuckin glock out
{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}
who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
[folks on the right.]
who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
[people on the left.] (x4)
who the crunkest in this motherfucker?(x8)
who the crunkest(x7) in this mother-(x3)
who the crunkest(x7) in this motherfucker?
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11. _ Smoked Out
{hook: (8x)lord infamous}
I'm smoked out snorted out
Drunken and i'm blown
{dj paul}
Get the dope, chop it up
Get the plate, i can't wait
Fifth of henn, in my hand
Ask for some, you too late
Now i'm high, really high
Man i'm about to shout
I see you over there talking
But what the fuck you talking about
Oh i'm blazed, in a daze
Purple haze and ash trays
Mac mike you got the light
We green this ain't no fucking day
Black havana
Craving the vapors of chronic
Dj p with no weed and know what
This shit is so fucking ironic
{juicy j}
I got them blood shot red eyes
Look into my eyes
Did you see a big surprise
Can't you tell a nigga high
I can fly, i can float
Meet your boy up on the boat
Watch me dive into the water
Like titanic when it broke
Yo keep the weed coming
Keep them drinks coming
Niggas walking around
In that daze like they need something
Cream bumming
Lighters flicking
On the road their ain't no finish
Send them back
Stop in the kitchen
Nigga this is just the beginning
{hook: (8x)lord infamous}
Im smoked out snorted out
Drunken and i'm blown
{lord infamous}
Hearses circling my house
With wack ass rappers in the rear
Hella lame in my ear
I come to ruin your career
Vocal cords swords
Side board more souvenir
Skins of belly body
Smelly death is in the atmosphere
Peace is extinct
Bloody street
Make them steal
Planes crash ships sink
Every poison gets sweet
Every enemy see
Feel the nuclear nigga heat
May i propose a toast
Its coming close to world war iii
Fright night
Under moonlight
Memphis picture
Mutilating torture pressure
Till the satan took ya
I'll beat ya till there's nothing left but slop
Feed you to the swamp
Running thru the forest like gunk
Bloody tree trunk
Bitch you want a piece of this
Might as well take the heart
There was no love from the start
Sprinkle body parts
Woe onto you my foe
Cause you just don't know
Smoked out snorted drunk blown
{hook: (8x)lord infamous}
I'm smoked out snorted out
Drunken and i'm blown
{twista}
Got me gone off herb
And i earn when i swerve to the curb
For the derb and the bourbon
Fresh out early and
Hanging with the soldiers
Still got the feelings that we pearling
Show me where they working
From the bank dawg
Money on a fifth of henn
Tell the motherfucker drink up
Why the skunk weed starting to stank dawg
Bitch go and get some gin
We gonna get the party cranked up
Put your bank up we gonna need more
Weefer chain cause our cryptic addicted to weed smoke
Get incisions of pure seeded snow
Take a puff choke shit of this weed dope
And i'm off my square now
Went and yelled out
Where the nigga trying to get sloppier
Dropping ya
If you trying to get us
While we uzing them
Rolling with the three 6 mafia
Popping ya popular
Buck at niggas with the rock
Close encounters of the herb kind
Leave you sitting on the curb crying
South side getting bucked up
In a party with a burb mind
We gonna tear this bitch up
Cause we fucked up
Gone off that sticky
When i zone off cant hit me
Have me going in illusions
Trying to get me
Infatuated with drugs
Smoked out snorted out drunken and blown
Getting crunk in that mode
Twista gotta stay high
Smoke a skunk till i'm old
Now chucking like im sea sick
On the front porch with the mob
And we be thick
Roll when you see twista and three 6
Who can bog the motherfucking mind
Like an eclipse on the weed tip
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12. _ Triple Six Clubhouse
pickin up the murder scripts so come and dish it for the role in the code of
The muthafuckin triple six sitcom
All niggas catchin the infection from the regent come along, afor the mark on
Your arm, its a ear com
Ball on to the next century, misery, scarecrow got a murder that is goin down
In history
A train from the north, a train from the south, the east and west, they all
Collided all them niggas die, cuz there greed and pride
Cuz i will pursue you, screw you put a slug through you that voodoo bruetally
Ride
Im the seventh of the sign, im the sniper you cant find, and my slug made of
Shiny jewelry
Mr. boogie man, fee fi fo fum
I smell some money in his hand, take his side arm
I dont give i fuck about yo side u could be from l.a, miama, or the n.y
Chorus (2x)
We gonna take you to the triple six club house
We got a plot for you already dug out
I'm gonna run outside man
And pop these thangs
Wanna wanna come play in a black reign
Herses driving round yo house, hoodoo hex, voodoo dolls bouncin on yo bed,
Throwin devil sets
Sick sadistic nothin up my sleeve, muddy boots, blazin crickets call me crow,
Vorhees plaaay!
Crow got a lust for the devilish bust, and the triple six crush, and i touch
Like malichi
Rollin every spot, lookin fo yo ass and we high, with the infered sewn in his
Flesh just like some fuckin disco lights
We gonna cut u into itty bitty parts, leave me on your side of town where they
Keep the graveyards
Crush plants dead rats lots of trash empty shells crack cells city streets
Black males foind in blood trails
Aint enough mail for all ya'' to prevail
So that we can put to sleep, and they smell why they pale
Sippin on the salty wines of ya sweet salty blood,
My name is scarecrow bitch, youre welcome to my club!
Chorus (2x)
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13. _ Wet Party
{m-child: background talking}
Nigga fuck this motherfuckin shit u niggas wanna go to war
With us fuck yall yall know who your ass is hatin ass niggas
Fuck yall motherfuckers if u say something
You gotta be ready to die for that motherfuckin shit
Nigga we ain't going for that motherfuckin shit nigga
We got guns we got tones nigga nigga we could ride up your motherfuckin ass
Erase your ass off the motherfuckin earth we ain't going nigga fuck this shit
Whatever yall really wanna do go on and do it cause all yall be talking
{juicy j: talking}
Yo yo yo yo yeah its da juice up in this motherfucker
You know what i'm saying
I wanna say what's up to all these niggas out here hatin on dj paul juicy j
Yall know who you are you know what i'm saying that shit don't phase a nigga
Yall see a nigga in the street handle your motherfuckin business
Nigga i'm gonna invite you to this motherfuckin wet party
I'm gonna wet you hoe ass niggas up yeah
{hook: juicy j [dj paul] 8x}
We bout to throw a motherfuckin wet party [wet em up]
{juicy j}
It's da juice from the north side of town
With a frown i'm bout to get a gun and start to clown
On a fool on any fool who break the rules
Imma do whatever young nigga have to do
To get respect to do what's next like malcolm x
Never slipping i'm staring out the window with a tech
Bring it on up to the door i'll never go
But i'm blasting until i see you lyin on the floor,
This is real too real them niggas feel what i feel
Them evergreen niggas bout to kill anybody
Say they name where they live show some pictures
Especially if its mom or some kids
Run up on ya and put em on ya like pneumonia
You'll be sick i scared ya ya probably go in to a coma
I ain't playing and i ain't laughing cause i'm passive
Just looking blasting just like i'm on the lose i'm crazy assassin (nigga)
{hook: juicy j [dj paul] 8x}
We bout to throw a motherfuckin wet party [wet em up]
{dj paul}
Its kinda hard lets catch a spy hunting in a four cylinder
Pealing a drilling a hole in your jugular
Wheeling a .40 -a pissing in your skully-a
Tearing a barrier black haven area
But i'm slow and tear da club up thugs if you down
To beat some motherfuckers soft
Bullets fucking pepperoni its phony
Step in my face make a nigga catch a case of death
Fucking with me nigga hoe i got milk
And watch it splash on your goddamn chest
Cause when you're fucking with thugs niggas you fucking with the best
Fuck the rest got you chilling with a real nigga from the haze
There is only henn and red dog and purple haze
That's the phase grandma think i'm craze
Fucking drugs killa carved on your arm got a tech up in the car
For your motherfuckin ass see you wet the b-e-d
But you better hold right up cause i'm gonna make your ass bleed bitch
{hook: juicy j [dj paul] 8x}
We bout to throw a motherfuckin wet party [wet em up]
{m-child}
I hate a weak ass nigga like a devil hate life
Cock that k full of rage cause the bullshit you started
Put your vest on bitch and watch me aim for your head
Like whodini abracadabra motherfucker you dead
As i tippy toe behind you like that doll named chucky
Sludge hammer you will feel it if you living you lucky
Ten stories you will fall to the motherfuckin floor
I don't know you tuck your nuts and die hoe (better kill me)
{spice 1}
Well to wet em means cash *blow blow* how you like me now
I'm be murdering all of my enemy savage hatin up the town
Saved for bed night stalking creeping put em all to sleep
And leave em leaking bleeding seeking and steadily heating
And i'll be speeding off tearing up da club not giving a fuck
It's just me and tear da club up thugs kept on they nuts
Killing em wet em up say wet em up say wet em up blow *blow blow*
They come with the mob tactics and hear us pow *ba pow*
Definitely about to buck it fuck it i'm dumping them in ditches
And killing snitches and shiesty bitches who set em up for riches
Spray these fucking cockroaches with these two pistols out
You niggas checked into the game but you wont check out
Beam the motherfuckin lights and i smash the gas
Clutch my bitch nina ross tight and murder they ass
Which one of you niggas is first to feel the blast
Ain't coming for money i want your life fuck the cash
{juicy j}
We bout to
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14. _ Undercover Freaks
[intro: too $hort]
Short dog's in the house
You know it's the same all the way from oakland to memphis
Hoe's hella freaky man
But you know what
They always trying to front
Play the role like they ain't
But you know what baby you could be undercover with it
You know why?
Cause i know you a freak, beatch
(dj paul)
Bitch call it quits and get the fuck out the line
Cause i'm about to hit the salon and lost your mind
You come in t-shirt and jeans not really looking my best
Because the diamonds they grade and my presidential rolex
Sending me gifts and shit trying to be my baby
Buying me mink's and shit trying to be my lady
Trying your best to make your way in my life
Take that mask off ho
You're undercover freaky for life
You sacrifice to get what you want you do what you gotta
What's the dilly young really you're the perfect man hader
Flag capper
A girl that used to be lazy
Officially turn me on my stomach and i damn near went crazy
I'm not the type and never been the kind to brag on my sex
I'm giving credit where credit is due, you damn near the best
I found out later that your game was strictly undercover
But found out early that your mouth do the best work undercover
(t-roc) chorus (2x)
For those that be lying through they teeth i can see it
You claim you a virgin but you a freak and i can feel it
You play in the game were you get killed if you cheating
You after these pimp niggas (?)
(lord infamous)
Bitch please just think concentrate before you complicate
Matters with that chitter-chatter
Your talents no challenge
I have mastered, can tell by the twitching in your hands
From this back massage got you full of (?)
?.....
For this act, trust in my bed, think i misled
Bitch i ain't heard much of what 'cha said on the phone
So i suppose ho
I'm the myracist vocal
We just a choke hold, just a lethal hold
Out the truck
Busta see ya
(juicy j)
An undercover on the dubba always trying to charge a brotha
Call me late night, spark a philly
R-kelly, i jack the brother
Coming from the pit of memphis
Hypnotize madalion glisten
Ho don't play the role like you a (?)
Cause i know you trickin'
Check yo boy identify
The one that used to struggle stride
Leave, you need to check the ride
Fifty thousand round our sign
Businessmen not business junk
Break a case to keep 'em crunk
Heard my niggaz run a train they said you funky like a skunk
Chorus (2x)
(too $hort)
You know these hoe's don't phase
Never could play me
I got the game memorized from a to z
Square ass ho, think i don't know
What 'cha, what 'cha gonna do when i close the door
Say no, i don't think so beatch
You know you all about that freaky shit
Never hesitate to make a nigga cum
If you're anywhere around i know i'm gettin' some
That's the only way
Face on the mattress
Call me daddy while i hit it from the back bitch
Is she freaky
I'm fuckin' with her
Save that 4 corner shit for them other niggas
Actin' square, playin' the role
Knowin' you a average everyday ho
You need to stop tryin' to be sneaky
Cause all the homies already know you're freaky
Chorus (fade to next song)
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15. _ A Niggas Worst Downfall
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16. _ Push 'em Off
hook x4
Push 'em off, push 'em off in here
Chorus x10
Push 'em off, tear it up
Push 'em off in here
(Lord Infamous)
You better back up off this
We got custom made coffins
I got a bird restin' on my desk
Up in my office
I gotta make it babe
Miss rate me
Make you niggas hate me
I'm goin' flossin' through these last days
My life is crazy
You call the army, the marines
You better call the navy
It's Kaiser Sosate from the thugs
And we were nominated
Because the nigga take his slaves
Up in the home of the great
We gonna push the magic button
Don't nobody behave
So get buck, get boogie, get wild, get naughty
We the thugs out of hell
And he sent us to party
Lord Infamous plus the Three 6 are pumpin in my blood
Tear this one
Keepin' me sober
Tearin' at the clubs
Kickin' tables, knockin' over chairs, gloves in the air
Sexy darears checkin' everywhere (?)
Off on the scrilla grind
So I gotta lose my mind
Tear Da Club Up Thugs
Ghetto love till the end of time
Chorus x10
(DJ Paul)
I'm finally busta free
>From my enemies, nigga please
Got my cheese lucky from Tennessee, Hennessy
I be need only real, feel me
Busta bust until he bleed
(??) if you hear me
Holla if you hear me
Call you boys get your crew
what you want to do
Dial in, I wizon wizon better get your gizon
Gizon is always fizon
Fizon is still wizon
Wizon all the women
Diss on, diss on
Now picture me wrong
Up behind you
Where'd I find you
With a 40 cal.
Like the silent style
On my way now to Rodmans house
Never happy, keep on rappin'
Got you hot, on the dot
In the beer boy
Set up scores
Plus our record spots
Catch me not, indy pot
Big away your stash pot
Got me gun, in me crotch
Burnin' cause the barrels hot
Ratta tatta tatta tatta tatta tatta boom
To the (??) no winnin'
Since I do rule, boy
Chorus x10
(Juicy "J")
I'm about to elbow a nigga, elbow a nigga
Cock the gun and pull back the trigger, pull back the trigger
Meetiing in the parking lot
I always wear mouth a lot
We can go toe to toe
To the floor, on the spot
Hope this spot is well standed
Left and right is how I panic
With a chrome anna canon
Peepin' game and now were standin'
Only land game I hated
Jealous cause we clockin' paper
Plus I used to hack
And now I'm ridin' fool, I'll see you later
Now I see you muggin' in my face
When I'm ridin' up
Say you saw the late night video and tear da club up
Hopin' and wishin'
That the mafia is finished
Ho yeah know
We was in it to win it
And to you dirty freaks, paperchasin'
Now you on that jock
We don't want the blunts
that you lacin', that be gettin' you high
But I got a knife in my pocket
Would I roll it on
Let the steam
About to cut ya
Get a hustle
Get ya own, fool
Chorus x10
(repeats till end)
Push 'em off x8
Tear it up x8
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17. _ I'm Losing It
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18. _ When God Calls Time Out
Yo g, what would you do
If all of a sudden you woke up one morning
And the world was ending, man
(ha, i'm checkin' in man, haha)
This life is just...
The world was...
It was just crumblin'
(ha, that's messed up dog, haha)
God came down to reach for everbody
(is he here, is he here)
There's nothing you could do
Ay, but hey check it out
What would you do
Chorus x1
What you gonna do when god calls time out
Are you gonna run, try to hide, scream and shout
Are you gonna drop to your knees, cry and pout
What you gonna do when god calls time out
What you gonna do when god calls time out
Deep in your mind, when you have any doubts
Cause all your time on this earth is ran out
On your mighty mighty date
When god calls time out
(lord infamous)
To all you murderers, maniacs, fornicators, rapists, thieves
All you drug dealers, gang bangers, smokers
All you sinners; sinners, you best take heed
As i tell of the day we were beg and plead
King of king, lord of lords, see us coming
To late for forgiveness, not too late for promise
Did you know everytime you were unmarried and screwed
Eech one of those counted as a sin damn fool
You said it's alright cause god grows the weed
He also grew the fruit in the garden of eden
Don't abuse every season, getting a step closer
The mark of the beast is around if you focus
You said you forgot but you still hesitatin
You best beware, mr. satan said his ways
Is to come, let you beg in the flames he has tamed
And make you a slave throughout infinite days
Chorus
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19. _ Niggas Worst Downfall
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20. _ Throw Your Sets
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21. _ What You Lookin' For
What you looking for, what you looking for, what you need? (chorus 8x)
(juicy j)
It's about 7:30, a nigga out there early early
I'm on the ?burna? phone, just got paged by a curly curly
Hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack
But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack
Sipping on a forty, what's up shorty? (girl: what's up)
Can i get that face? (boy please)
I'm out here trying to make this doped down money
Fuck you anyway (fuck you too)
Hoes want a nigga that's breaking them off
I ain't got time for that
But if you want to get real high up to the sky i'm slinging packs
(dj paul)
I'm booing yay up out the taxi when i'm in the n.y.
My brother phil d. gots my back up in the chi.
L.l., sunny sunny, chris and don't forget dough
Got you faded by the pound, nigga keeping 'em though
Lil fin and queens mound ya'll forever be thick
P-mall don't ball i see you moving that shit
T-bolo, never solo, he ride with tony d. 'times
Up in the polo (go 'head, go 'head) blast my enemies
Chorus x8
(lord infamous)
The devil's greatest trick was convincing the world he did not exist
Now i must wrote this strategy to the drunk of this
Carnal ? knowledges, we will not acknowledge it
Nickels sold up in the park dog, i want my fucking part of it
Got to make a pretty pay, scarecrow for the night and day
Niggas on the ledge or on the roof, we got to move this today
And don't get no prophet ?, when you pushing hop yo
Tell this china white style you back, oh, you go, oh
I'm going to take a walk to the boulevard,
Till they check on his face and pace
And make sure way this movie straight, kaiser soze
I'm walking on razor blades, and keeping them flambayed
'cause whats on that plate is that peruvian high grade
I love crack addicts, they have this mesh to me, sunny
With rocks in your hand it should disappear and turn to money
The green ill leafs, the evil roots and the seed is greed, paint enemy
Like time the streets is calling me to feed
Chorus x8
(project pat)
Friends and money, just like oil and water
Cross the line and you can prepare for the slaughter
'outta be shot what you looking for some credit bro'
I got them rocks to get you high but you twenty short
A newport is all i can give ya' player
So push on project pat ain't no perpetrater
A demonstrater, demonstrating dog how it goes
Hanging with killers with them drains coming out their nose
Opposing laws in this game so i can stay on top, by slanging rock
Oh i use my mask and my glock,
It's non-stop, crack sales every block in town
I'm trying to come up in this shit just like nino brown
I'm staying down, watching out, trigger finger itching
But collard greens like the dope cook up in the kitchen
You come up missing when you owe a nigga on my block
'cause down here you get killed over a dime rock
Chorus fades out...
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22. _ Paper Chase
Chorus x 2
[fatal]
When it's on then it's on
It can't be erased
Tear da club up thugs and fatal
On a paper chase
When it's on then it's on
It can't be erased
Tear da club up thugs and fatal
We on a paper chase
Verse 1
[fatal]
Never wastin' em
Had a slug bug chasin' em
Spin em before they spun
The m-1, close-casin' em
Defacin em like county property
He'd die for me
Spittin' on your whole image, i rob you and make a mockery
Yo ya see that party by haus cucasimenas
Trife on that ass
Who better hit the ground fizast
Fuck that financially
Fatal stable satanically
Mash on your little stash niggaz testin' the family
Play the eddie cane with your petty game
Breakin' ya un-ready friend when you fuck with who-freddy sein
Nigga dip off blood, i get that back and let the free fall
Hit ya with six shots, let you in bail ass hits off
Fatal hussein, from the cradle to the grave
Tokin' like big suge till every label know my name
And they ask 'whats up with yak and who shot pac?
And who rode on you tryin' to test the block'
Chorus x 2
Verse 2
[dj paul]
What the fuck!
Those niggaz bailin out of range rovers
Lucky louisiana, lucky as a fuckin fully clothed camera boy
The cast there, hangin mother fucker sat there
Sayin now she was a tear da little homies at chess game
Dodge all my life, these niggaz no good the trigger man
Fatal flaw man from another hood doin yeah
Those are the rules in this mafia race
Tear da club up thugs mash down on a g-string...
Verse 3
[juicy j]
When we drop
Always keep it comin'
Make em think tough
On the block
Niggaz never stop
Tryin' to run const
Out the hood, niggaz no good
Ridin' in the wood
With the game fatal hussein
Gonna bring the pain
Put the coo to your 40 brew
Brothers on the loose
Nothing new cuz we let em out
If we fight or shoot
All you hoes weak
And i know do you wanna roll
With these thugs livins
In the blood ghetto hesito foo
[lord infamous]
Break out our jewerly hide the mother fuckin' product
Break out our jewerly hide the mother fuckin' product
Chorus
Verse 4
[juicy j]
Now it is time to get rough with the drama
Bitches you cannot escape from the heart-a
Evil scarecrow
Devil spells go
Deep in my soul
Put on my clothes
I scrip little hands and i must squeeze the whelpin'
Listen to sounds of the lit when we step in
F from us comes from the south territory
Listen to some of my d-money poetry
Circles a trip, plus it's me smokin' ganja
Rich almost ripped tear by these on the furniture
So many soldiers are coming to destroy you
Six million sinister satanic warriors
Ill still feel drill will kill ninni-milli flama philly
I will fill the enemy with up by twenty slugs
To the mug, four more tricks in the mud quick
I want all my tear da club thugs to rip this shit
Chorus (fades out)
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23. _ Get Buck, Get Wild
Fuck you (*echoed*)
(chorus 4x)
Get buck get wild
Lets tear this house like down
Lets tear the club up thug
Lets do this stuff right now
(juicy j)
Throw them thangs and show them gold
Gangsta niggas on the floor
High as a bird or a fuckin kite
Sercurity screaming oh-noooo
Players thuging in a line
Party crunk like i'm on the grind
Mtv these ghetto streets
Hoodlums throwing gangsta signs
Fumes smoke is in the air
Bullet holes just everywere
Niggas drunk off hen and gin but i don't think they can compare
Where them dollars
Get'em fold
Get your drug kick in control
If you bucking in a crowd
Better hold tight on your gold
Haters snatching what they can
On a hustle thats the plan
Fuck a wall flower coward
When we moving no one stand
Everybody to the bar
Nothing but heavy ghetto star
Never taking shit from fools
Got them tones out in the car
Cause we hard on that liquer
Five gallons drinking wit cha
If you ain't got nothing but weed
Hope you got some more of the swisha
One of my niggas got erk&jerk
One of my niggas got some of syrp
One of niggas got some of that yert
Leave yo body high and hurt fool
Chorus 4x
(dj paul)
(t) tag cause i'm from state to state is what we do
(e) every nigga from show to show say they some damn fools
(a) all the world know who make niggas get they head cracked
(r) rocking shows over seas now nigga where you at
(d) damn right a nigga gone die before i leave that spot
(a) all shit outside the club another nigga shot
(c) catch a nigga who talking shit in the parking lot
(l) let loose on his bitch ass wit that plastic glock
(u) u never seen a show unless you seen a show that we do
(b) bounce around the stage bop and drop fools like we do
(u) you again that nigga that like to cause a scene but i got
(p) prophet posse in the back wit a mug thats mean
(t) take yo ass to the floor know what i'm talking bout
(h) hoes like you get punched in they fucking mouth
(u) its alot of fuckin u's in the song but watch
(g) but watch me hit the liquer sniff up one and i'm gone
Chorus 4x
(lord infamous)
Kaiser soze watch me rotate
Let this floor vibrate her back
Watch out the side and bounce this ride
And put em in torture rack
We got it loc enough to choke em up
Then broke em off they stump
We got another ghetto junk
To keep the concrete jungle crunk
Fall up on it, my opponent
They only panic and quit
Because the hype from scarecrow nigga
On some ole other type shit
Watch we manipulate these mads
And get em motivate the hurt
I'm the master of this madness
(?) rock this earth
(juicy j)
I don't give a fucking while
Don't move a fucking crowd
I'm a tear da club up thug
I'm gonna do that shit right now
Ain't no motherfuckin threat
To the motherfuckin click
Three six mafia in the bitch
Hypnotize is the click
Prophet posse move your body
Let me see you stumble rumble
In this motherfuckin jungle
Dj paul, take em under
Juicy man never feel the thunder
Rollin crowds just like a blunder
Let me see you tear da club up thug
Let me see you take them under
Chorus 2x (fade out)
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24. _ Hypnotize Minds/profit Posse
{dj paul: talking}
Ah yeah, the scariest motherfucking klan
In the motherfucking land. who run us?
The good, the bad, the motherfucking ugly.
It's prophet posse nigga, who up in this motherfucker?
{lord infamous: talking}
You got lord infamous da scarecrow kaiser sosate
{mc mack: talking}
Yeah yeah nigga mc motherfucking mack for life killa klan fear no man bitch.
{scan man: talking}
Scan fucking man bitch.
{crunchy black: talking}
Crunchy motherfucking black up in this bitch right here.
{juicy j: talking}
Juice man up in this motherfucker.
Take you all to the motherfucking floorhoe.
{dj paul: talking}
Project pat, koopsta knicca,
The motherfucking tear da club up thugs, gangstaboo, indo g, its on.
You motherfucking hooooooooooooooooooe!!!!
{koopsta knicca}
Get down shut the fuck up
Bitches don't make a sound
Body found on the ground
Don't fuck with mentally rounds
I'm taking the pussy from these trizicks
So you mess with any of these
Cause i can afford
To go back an order take the four door
To help me kick this shit
Trizick don't forget
Foe i spit in your face
Putting this in they credit
Man fuck them goddamn bitches
Yeah and that's not all
Your bound to fall
Put my hand on the wall
Break it down y'all motherfucking law dealers
And you know the mafi face in the posse y'all
{crunchy black}
Got my mug on my face
Ready to quickly erase
One of y'all haters done lost your taste
One of y'all niggas done lost your faith
Yes i hate when you hate
Yes i love when you love
But i'll put a hole in you
Leave you laying in a puddle of blood
{mc mack of killa klan kaze}
Nigga look at all the shit that i done done
Look at all the shit that we been thru
Reminiscence on hoes that i have broke
And thinking of them loose things i would do
I be the mc mack for life matter fact
Im standing on my own to stack
Them g's and making loot
Gotta flip them dollars
Sometimes we clone
Going on up come in our place y'all
We southern
Knowing that always brings you down
No matter how much i rap about haters
Need to just like me turns the frowns
I'm bound to break it on down
Like a quarter pound nigga
Take heed to the shit i speak
Killa klan kaze, tear da club up thugs
We on the frequent trick to sleep killa klan
{scan man of killa klan kaze}
Come out that nigga
Kamikaze dwelling in my soul
Crazy is the scan man
But you niggas just don't hear me though
Devil shit is what i do
Man i just don't give a fuck
Trick us with that shitty mic
You hoes can catch a fucking slug
Kicking it's the scan man
Now i'm kicking like a motherfucking murder man
Dropping bitches in my stance
We heard that fucking nine blast
Evil be this posse crew
Cause we have no l-o-v
So we watch you burn in our pits
{lord infamous}
They always ask me
Do you worship the devil
And some of the times
I think they see the horns on my head
Why must you even question what i believe in silly mortal
You test the third most powerful force in the galaxy
Shake ya dreads
Your very essence burnt your soul
And you ask me do i worship that
Bitch im kaiser sosate
I believe i hate you worse than that
Wish i could let every nuclear missile
Take an unknown course
Let the man with trumpets and the horns
Feel my evil force
{dj paul}
Look into the eyes of a mad man
Shoot him in the head man
Loco off that coco plant
Saw them all and called the killa man
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