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here goes ludacris's verse



Dis bitch dat hoe let see you pussy bitch come through wit a donation that will
Make you rich bigga lips
On the pussy let me see you blow a kiss in the back wit the yak while they
Blowi on ludacris i can see it
In your eyes give me the pussy for a burger and some fries and they always
Wonder why cause i put em'
In the room and i get em so fuckin high, luda i'm so true to smokin that stanky
Buda my pinky's shining wit
Diamonds my index is on the roga all of these hoes on the scene they just call
Me freddie kruga the boogie
Man oogie woogie give me that ooga booga you can't deny no passin by it you got
To try it i'm number one
Public enemy power got to fight it i have my gun and my identity started a
Fuckin riot we havin fun it some
Senities pussy like it buy it

(feat. la chat)

[dj paul-talking]
Yeah muthafuckaz! the platinum plaque bringers of the mothafuckin' "m"
Back in this bitch, nigga. h-c muthafuckin' p.
Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them black trucks up. who we got in this muthafucka
We got my girl la chat, gangsta boo, crunchy muthafuckin' black
Playboy juice, project muthafuckin' pat, lord imfamous, and me
Dj muthafuckin' paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "m" town.
And it's goin' down- hypnotyze minds ho!

[hook]
Mafia!... mafia!... mafia!... mafia!...
Mafia!... mafia!... mafia!... mafia!

[la chat]
La chat, with that gat
The other queen of memphis
Hypnotize camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...

[gangsta boo]
...in the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' cris fuck a glass
Nigga drink it out the bottle...

[la chat]
...don't be hatin' and shit
'cause we gettin' paid and shit
Ain't no need be lyin' till i die
I'm gon' be lovin' this...

[gangsta boo]
...the bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta
Ridin' nigga posted up
Fuck you bitches up when i come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers bust
Chat, you got my fuckin' back?

[la chat]
Yeah i got your fuckin' back
Buckin' bitches that be hatin'
Blow their chest up through their back

[gangsta boo]
High as hell can't you tell
'cause my eyes are red as fire
'bout to fuck this nigga
Take his money- pimpin' 'till i die
Hypnotyze minds be the label that pay me
Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit
You cannot faze me

[la chat]
So you heard it from the queens
Hcp we be together
Fuckin' with my family bitch
It's gon' have to be whatever...

[hook 1x]

[lord imfamous]
How can you relate to this
Niggaz they be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin' dividends
Burn it man, half in
Better known as "assed in"
All i want is money man
Can't you niggaz comprehend?
Lock and fuckin' load fool
Break the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no attitude fool
This is what we came to do
With them bodies in the bag
Put that dope in the bag
Put that money in the bag
Let's go fool, rat tat tat

[juicy "j"]
They call me juicy gigolo
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you bitches
To beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you niggaz
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Put her on the house
I got my dick sucked
When i was on the couch
My nigga walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My nigga took her mouth

[project pat]
By love real my nig
Let blood spill my nig
Shoot to kill my nig
If ya real my nig
Project pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
Hang with macks my nig
Who tote gats my nig
It's blast or be left
Baller in your blood
White girl up your nose
Ya high off that bud
A slug in the lot
Your car and no strap
Blew your gotdamn brains
In your partner's lap

[lord imfamous]
Choose your weapons
But boy choose them carefully
Each of my poisons
Are deadlier melodies
I am the doctor
And this is your therapy
You can have one
So you must get a pair of these
Beat, bound and gagged
Bump off bounty
Place all his pieces
All over county
The shit's very lethal
That i place in the needle
Prepare you for your last trip
To the cathedral

[dj paul]
I seen how tv can hurt
And plus platinum plaques to match
And add them twenties and vogues
And gucci jackets on backs
We got them bentlys and benzes
And all them lexus on lock
The picture gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them bitches hot
You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'
And wanna rise in the hood
It's cold i'm crankin' up heat
And you wish you could
Y'all wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you wish you was
And get off the grind
I'm keepin' one in the chamber
Because i'm filled up with anger
And when i see yo little hoe 'n'
You knowin' your life's in danger
I do a show y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of shit
Is that the best way that you know
To get attention lil bitch
I understand how they feel
They feelin' that they left out
And we the ones movin' on
So we the ones talked about
But niggaz keep it your best
And one day then you'll get a crown
But until then do a hit of coke
And keep feelin' down
'cause suckaz... that's real

[hook 1x]

[chorus: juicy j + lachat]
[juicy j] it's my baby mama (yeanknow) i want child support
She get boyfriend checks, but i stay in court
It's my baby mama (yeanknow) she be ridin' cady
And she always lookin' for sugar daddies
[lachat] it's my baby daddy (yeanknow) he be always broke
And he aint no good nothin', but a joke
It's my baby daddy (yeanknow) he just love to have it
He be cheatin' on me that's why i can't stand em'

[verse 1: juicy j]
Man this freak has got me stressin' in the court i must confessin'
Playas try to get that checkin' hoopa hickeys on yo' neckin'
In that jail i can't be stayin' and my g's you can't be cakin'
Child support can burn like torch when you get behind yo' payment
Hurr they go you send em' letters then they wanna come and get cha
Probably shoulda used a jimmy probably shoulda neva' met her
Why you wanna try and impress me?
Always lyin' tryna' caress me

[lachat]
All these so-called ballas want me boy i'm styled you know i'm sexy
I'm lachat you see i'm swole got you waitin' at a tole
Betta' come break me off a fee keep yo' girl on yo' bankrole
See me switchin' blowin' out kisses dudes don't know what they be missin'
I'm the type of girl you need keep some cookin' in the kitchen
Bake yo' biscuits up from scratch get chu' sprung off my cat
But chu betta take care yo' kids juvenile court is where it's at
Where it's at?
Yeanknow? cheese is missin' yean show
And that freak you shackin' wit' she too nice i'm mean though

[chorus]

[verse 2: dj paul]
It's dj p and brothas be out we just tryin' to be dawgs
But it's ok aint nann hoe gon' stop the way that we walk
We kickin' dis off in them dose' and when it's on they gon' run
And please believe when we come we gon' come like a nut cum
Down and dirty in these streets, rough and rugged on these freaks
Ridin' cady automatic man we got to keep that heat
Keep that heat for them streets cuz' man these streets be watchin' me
Memphis, tenn. kick the chains and playas gotta kick the crease
The vision 2 juvenile court is where they had yo' boy
Monthly payments i gotta pay, but i keep comin' short
Now that i'm payin child support and these courts got me runnin' mayn
Spendin' nights with these otha freaks house and all my dawgs mayn
Warrents for yo' boy arrest got me sweatin' from the stress
Gettin' drunk and high all night bout' to drive me to that white
Mayn if these boys want me they gon' really have to find me
Messin' off with these scally wag hoes they so grimey

[chorus]

[verse 3: lachat]
Why you playin?
Boy yo' baby need some shoes, boy yo' baby need some clothes
Need to try and pay yo' fees, why you out hurr playin' these hoes?
Aint no more for me and you, but this what they gotta do
With the seed we have concieved don't you know he's part of you?
I don't wanna hurr yo' mess talk to me bout' givin' checks
Put a judge up in my business what i want is what i get
Shoulda knownd it from the jump all that talk was just a front
Now you payin' for that lyin' see yo' ass in court next month

[juicy j]
Pay you cheese i'll give you quarters i'll just wait for court to order
Mexico is where you'll find me somewhere round' the fuckin' border
Hangin' with the finest women, walkin' wit' a gansta limpin'
Drinkin' on a case of dp, goody green you know we wit' it
I done hustled worth a job and broke some back there wasn't no stoppin'
You dun did the clubbin' hoppin' and them pills you kept on poppin'
Now i see why you be freakin' now i know why you be geekin'
If you wanna give me reason catch me in that playa season

[chorus]

[hook]
'cause bitch we shoot 'em first
We don't ask questions later
We're triple 6, triple 6 fuckin' haters
And it's on if you niggaz
Wanna bring it to the door
To you cowards in my face
I'm a treat you like a hoe

[gangsta boo]
Since you niggaz talkin' shit
About the dirty dirty six
Lemme see if you can bump out
And be featured on a hit
Radio the love my songs
Ballin' niggaz love my thongs
If you wanna go to war
I suggest you bring it on, nigga
I ain't no little girl
I been down in the streets
Remember me hillcrest
Nigga reppin' baz
Shoot a finger fuck a spot
Niggaz drop, niggaz drop
But everybody in the club
Lookin' hard nigga he ain't hot
We be cold froze wrists
Got you bitches in a blitz
Mad 'cause i be hanging 'round
Them niggaz in the triple six
Bitches wanna say this
Bitch i ain't stuntin' you
I be on the charts blowin' up
Bitch look at you
Niggaz be mad
Actin' like some fuckin hoes
If you can't stand the truth
Nigga keep your eyes closed
Dj paul, juice man
Crunchy black, lord imfamous
I'm the one
Mrs. crazy lady gangsta boo bitch

[hook 2x]

[crunchy black]
Niggaz talk shit
Well they might as well talk shit
Talk this
When i bring that fuckin' chalk bitch
And put your body in a body bag or somethin'
And drop your bitch ass off in a river my cousin
You should've never played the dozens
With a nigga like me
It be c fuckin' b
And i'm hard to be
Niggaz talk a lot of shit
But i promise you dog
I'm a blast at your ass
And let the gun revolve
Niggaz always tryin' to be real hard
Niggaz always tryin' to pray to god
When they got their ass caught up in some bullshit
And that's some bullshit
You gotta finish it
You gon' remember this
Ain't no game i play
Poppin' shots at your ass
With the a fuckin' k
Nigga watch what you say
When you talkin' to me
Nigga watch what you say
When you talkin' to c

[hook 1x]
[dj paul]
Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit [4x]

[lord imfamous]
My arteries pump acid
I love to pop that plastic
Life is filled with maggots
Nigga i let you have it
With automatic havoc
While faggots ride or tag it
Boy i'm psychopathic
Milli clips big rappin'
What i got for a mackin'
For funeral compassion
Better close that casket
When i hit for that stackin'
Wanna know the business
Stay out my fuckin' business
Gossip like some bitches
But y'all no competition
Better pay attention
I'll cook you like a kitchen
Diss and leave you missin'
And on a murder mission
Critical condition
Got plenty ammunition
Don't need to catch you slippin'
I'll fuck you up lil pimpin'
Lord have mercy hurt you with verses
Got you puntas rollin' in hearses
Hate the six we got platinum plus a
Your shit on shelves collectin' dust a

[hook 1x]

[dj paul]
Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit [4x]

artist: three 6 mafia f/ project pat
Album: choices the album
Song: they don't fuck wit u
Typed by: flaco520@hotmail.com

(dj paul) [intro repeat 2x]
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate

(dj paul) [verse 1]
I grab my swatter i swat this bug, he laid to rest
Fuckin' wit t-r-i-p-l, e-s-i-x
Niggaz be talkin' but in the end i like fuck 'em up
In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts
Bitch where you graduated from, i said a school of hoe-in'
Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin'
Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you 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 put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro
Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow
If a member call me then i'm gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed

(chorus 2x)
They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

[verse 3] (project pat)
Whachu doin' round hea? my nigga i gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so i split ya
Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest
No understandin', projects the greedy, ya could be next
I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ???
No hesitatin', i come out buckin' so watch the nine
Off in east memphis transactin' bizness i know you straight
I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones i hate

[verse 4] (lord infamous)
Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air
Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere
You wanna know if the lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player
I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers
Everywhere that i go i'm gettin' all these evil stares
I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair
All in my bizness, god is my witness i don't even care
Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah

Repeat chorus 2x

[verse 5] (koopsta knicca)
Deep deep in them trenches of memphis where i'm seriously pimpin'
Da koopsta da knicca breakin' mo bitches than london got bridges
Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well
Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-i for you niggas that've lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it
Call chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the six riders

[verse 6] (crunchy blac)
My nigga cb he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends
He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane
And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga
Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up

Repeat chorus 2x

(til fade)
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and i'm blown