When The Smoke Clears

[DJ Paul] (Crunchy Black)
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*repeats through whole song*]
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga

[Project Pat]
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'

[Lord Infamous]
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz
Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

[Juicy J]
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fiend wiolatin' the business, I ain't wit'
And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit
And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss
They smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors

[MC Mack]
First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA!
Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your door
4, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos
So, when we creep, drop cause I'ma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind, blow

[Cruchy Black]
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black
You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
You half steppin'
I got the weapon
Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga

[La Chat]
No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit
Got all my boys, don't make no noise,
just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart
It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy

[Koopsta Knicca:]
Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin' that shit about this
man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start
See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard

[T-Rock]
Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition
No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute

[MC Mack]
I woke up early Saturday morning,
suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers
Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends
And pay a livin', neh nigga,
gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan
You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me
You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the treason,
time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze

[DJ Paul]
Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke
Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise
Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays
Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays
And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight
And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
What, what, it's CP nigga
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga

Chours: Lord Infamous

Break bre break bre breakout the dollar and take a bump
Pick out the seeds and spit the blunt
If you wanna get numb froze and slump
If you got what I want won't you give me some

[Juicy 'J']
How high can you get on that ?frendly fruit??(?frendly fruit?)
How high can you get sippin gin and juice?(gin and juice)
How high can you get sittin next to me?(next to me)
How high can you get on that XTC ? (XTC)
How high can you get on the ball of snow?(ball of snow)
How high can you get wit a Optimo?(optimo)
How high can you get in a bathroom?(bathroom)
How high can you get in a class room?(classroom)

[DJ Paul]
Now how high can you get when you fuck with that 6
Now how high can you get if you take a lil hit
Now how high can you get if you snort a lil bit
Bout as high as you was before you started lil bitch
Now how high can you get if you stomp the whole ground
I could answer that question you'll be as high as I am
Now how high can you get if you of a couple my tail
A designated driver need it cause you goin to jail dont play

[Chorus] 2x

[Gangsta Boo]
Uh, The old Gangsta Boo would run up in yo house (for real)
Blackhaven style put the glock up to ya mouth (klack klack)
I'm trippin like this is an anna song
Crunchy Crazy Azz gotcha trippin on this weed bong

[Cruncy Blac]
Uh , Uh, Uh, You could trust me
sell you straight weed or some straight P
Lately I've Just been me nigga me nigga hate me
I be smokin on the fuckin bud nigga lately
Now y'all gonna hate up on a thug

[Gangsta Boo]
Yo yo yo Yeah for real you be high like that,
snortin up the powder pack ,
pure white funky town take me where the chronic at
Tightcamafiacup? filled with hennessy and sprite
for all night hit me up 404 yeah right

[Crunchy Blac]
uh uh uh Nigga lately on ya fuckin P milli me it be dank weed
Nigga cant you see cant you see
i be stumbilin thumbilin in the fuckin street
I be crumbilin crumblin down the fuckin weed nigga dank weed

[Chorus] till fade

f/ U.G.K.

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat 8x)

[Pimp C]
For a trill, working the wheel, a pimp not a simp
Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp
We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning
Punk niggas make me sick with all the pidgeoning and bargaining
You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shit
You got a funny Geneva evil watch, with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us
I got the web from mezzazine, thick orange and yellow cuffs
Hyper called on, on the hands-free phone
The '84 roam, on them blades, 20-inch chrome
If you got 16, you can get a biz-erp
I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp

[DJ Paul]
Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it
Some niggas they join it joint it, but I be fucked up up on it
Well we're the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit
If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' haves a bitch
Two niggas all at the mouth, niggas all at the ass
And plus there's some type of niggas that
Caught all night and she cool with that
She popped off a pill of X, and drank off some orange juice
And just when you thought she was freaky she done got super loose
Niggas come in by threes and twos, all in circles like duck-duck-goose
All it wanted, can flaunted, she on that X and the tootie fruit
40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus
The next is how its no ounce niggas
Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man I'm bout all out

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat 4x)

[Juicy J]
People always asking me, 'Me the Three 6 high on that'
Rolling on them X pills, scurry pup-pup powder packs
Woah-wuh where the weed at, ain't like that we need that
Night crillers slow me down, want something that keep me easy
Nothing like that yella yella better hey you're itching man
Talking like you 'What's up, fool?' Vocal chords sounding lame
In my days all we did was G-fight on the quarter pound
Gone on coke, eyes are buck, he should have knocked you down
Now you're out, lay up all asleep when you're up on them wheels
Ain't no doubt, hit me when I peep for this wheat field
Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that dank
Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint

[Bun B]
Let me continue what you know, I bring Nito and Young Guido
Hauling Vito, we play a tune sweeter than ?Bedito?
With my Three 6 niggas hoeing up in my southern creedo
Quick fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Vito
Cause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a Zanger
You ain't from the major boy, but you gets the middle finger
Humdanger, rum dranker, occaisionally take
Your bitch to the Tilly and be a dick and cum slanger
When Big Bun come danger, nigga ring your alarm
Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm
And that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitches
Some the hoes, I'm Florida the foes
And for the most I'm steady sippin' on some

Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat til fade)

f/ Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid

[Violent J's Intro]
I choke... nope... thats wack hold up.
I stab you with an umbrella,
then open it cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopean.
Alright Hold Up!!!! Wait a second listen!
I peel your cap back with a cannon ball,
I buck 'em all fuck 'em all we standin' tall woooo....
Three 6 Mafia, Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid!

[Juicy J]
We used to... We used to.... We used to rob for them petty things,
like a gold chain, know a muthafucka make it rain, now it's cocaine
If you see me on the dope train, I'm the dope man
Cigarettes in muh right hand, ready to make a stain
Old folks scared of eye-gain, at the window pane
they be lookin' wit a migraine
while I catch a drain and you know it's a fuckin' shame
when you in this game tryin' to sell to a sprung lane
I control ya brain

[DJ Paul]
Now do muh niggas bust glocks fuck wit us Big C
It's the uggaz? of the boat, bust a trick make 'em bleed
through his neck through his back nigga cover them hoes
ain't no mess goin' be workin' when you twirkin' with some pros
Automatic rep a carrier challange on the barrier, hang 'em in the closet
kidnap the treasurer, bandanas on our face we wilin' out like some cowboys
hoe we need the g's and I'm talkin like NOW BOYS!

Chorus: Gangsta Boo (repeat 2X)

We just anotha crazy click
doin' whatever to get us wild when we pumped up
you ain't anotha bitch I ain't goin' lie, put ya guns up,
show 'em who really runnin' the streets with the calicos

[Monoxide Child]
We the click that don't play...
quik to rip ya head off and hand it to Violent J and bury it away
I'm on the spree killa for freak without a conscious
bitches we on a mission to bomb shit!
Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six Click
Hoes that pop lip, can eat a dick, or get ya neck slit
I'm havin' these memory relapses of bodies up in the caskets
with no heads Monoxide foolin' wit tha dead!

[Jamie Madrox]
We rollin' deep on the lawn with the psychopathic leathers on
you slingin' stones? so come bring it on
when gettin' drunk at ya funerals treat us like we criminals
we juggalo individuals!!!!!
We just anotha crazy click... ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six!
All up in this bitch and we runnin' shit
we doin' drive bys on all yall wit chain saws
here I come redefined, rugged and raw!

Chorus

[Violent J]
We just anotha crazy click to fuck around and bury ya
takin' care of ya we the scrarier tha malaria
I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein
chokin' anybody i find i'm takin' mine

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Ya muthafuckas can't get near it, cause ya fear it
look in my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gherig
I don't know Judo but I go "Kheeya!"
I'll fuck you up so bad a wheel chair couldn't see ya!

[Violent J]
Listen... You hear that slut?
That was me! pullin' this stick out ya butt!
I'm a juggalo serial killa instead screamin' fuck ya'll
I stab bitches wit a chain saw!

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
We walk around countin' the rocks, beatin' scrubs up
and raidin' tin dogs face I throw the dubs up
we tearin' clubs up Down South Wit D

Three Six yall.... Twiztid, and I.C.P

(Talking)-[D.J Paul] and [Juicy "J"]

Chorus 1:
[Juicy "J'']
If you ain't claiming G-D
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming V-L
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Crips Thin
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Bloods Thin
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't B-A-Z
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming North Memphis
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Orange Mound
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Southpark
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)

[Lord Infamous] (Scarecrow)
Bitch we are entertainers
we warfare trainers
we ain't gangbangers
but we will make you famous
I show you falling hoes
I show you slippin' slopes
I show you swiss I knows
I dangling from the rows
you top that tokeo
up in the studio
but in the streets they ho
you cool they diff but so...
But if he eat the coke
and wanna go for broke
let's get them guns out ho, I thank you fucking former ho !

[D.J. Paul]
I can fight this nigga
I can whoop this nigga
I can (Gun loading) (Gun Shots)
BOOM! With the trigger
I can rob this boy, I can mob this boy
I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy
I can make this fool, I can rape this fool
I can get them off my five o-clock or ten o-clock news
I can lend a helping hand
I can be your fucking friend
I can leave his body stankin' in a croquer garbage can

Chorus 2:
If you ain't claiming Hollywood
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Rucka Home
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Foot Home
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Russell Simmons
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Smokey City
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Evergreen
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming L-O-G
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Dixi Holland
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)

[Gangsta Boo]
Don't play with the Hypnotize C-A-M-P (A-C)
Blowin' small balls nigga feel me
MAYBE!
I be what chu' call the first lady
Triple Six put me through the doors getting money
Now you
Jelous-Ass-Bitches in my face
tryin take my shit out of place
(you be steppin' bitch)
I be on some Hennesy
mixed with some Alizae
Smokin' on some hay
on my way
on that plat "A"
("A")

[D.J. Paul]
Im hittin on some small niggas
(that rob niggas)
Smoke coke
(With big mob figures)
That star niggas
In P-Agg ya
Get em' recorded they own pictures
Im takin' puss, and dankin' drankin'
drank wit warning niggas
I poke them stagged up
And round wit trick a heavy niggas
Im talkin ski-mask
Engage up out of the back seat niggas
pull the triggers
and I keep a tone, world-rone
Dangers on, Hustle grown
Sippin' on, Burn a post
Papers on, but still im home

Chorus 3:
If you ain't claiming New Chicago
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Foxy Brown
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Pussy Ballet
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Follow Home
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Dub is thin
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Trig thin
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Mackly Moke
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Bucker Hill
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)

[Koopsta Knicca]
No issues
You think this kid fucked up the fucking problem
Bitch you don't know that Koopsta Knicca is a murder robber
Got yo motherfucking brother in the back seat
Sweat drippin' off his neck
son of bitch you don't know me
"KOOPSTA"
I kinda hear the whispers in his fucking bed
"KNICCA"
And you think you got that strip
that why don't you get with him
and if you wanna stress me
grab my 8.0 is you dead
Say "Mister cum a dress ya"
Koopsta got em' scared!!!

Chorus 4:
If you ain't claiming Hall Park
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Witch Grove
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Witch Cress
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Barney Thin
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Drummer Town
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)

If you ain't claiming
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't naming
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)

Chorus

It's some cowards in this thang
If you see them point them out X8

(Juicy J)

Act like you know me, when I tell that I'm from the North
Act like you know me, when the action let me hit this short
Act like you know me, if I holla at ya boy Keith
Act like you know me, when I'm on the track in ever green
Act like you know me, when you the platinum on my wrist
Act like you know me, when you know that I done took yo bitch
Act like you know me, if you know that I been husslin'
Act like you know me, rock to rock to record bussiness man
Act like you know me, if I pull the strap and bring the pain
Act like you know me, if you see me on them twanky thangs
Act like you know me, when that fire shit is always smoke
Act like you know me, if I tell ya nigga hit this dough
Act like you know me, when I win I win this dice game
Act like you know me, if I tell yo hoe dont touch the grain
Act like you know me, if I tell you niggas bring it on
Act like you know me, po' it in yo face I'm fucking wrong

Chorus

(DJ Paul)

Act like you know me, cause I'm always ?? bum
Act like you know me, cause I bring the war like Vietnam
Act like you know me, when you see me cruising were you lay
Act like you know me, cause with bitches I dont fucking play
Act like you know me, cause I'm super serious with this evil
Act like you know me, in my Regal chromed as a eagle
Act like you know me, I hate say it but when I'm on some blow
Act like you know, I turn gorilla might rape a hoe
Act like you know me, I'm from straight fucking Black Hav.
Act like you know, that I bet that I blow that I aint afraid
Act like you know me, 'fore you say that on yo CD's
Act like you know, once before I caught you in the streets
Act like you know me, cause these bullets know no fucking name
Act like you know, I brought you in and take you out this game
Act like you heard of Triple Six is bout some bigger bussiness
Act like you heard if it's a murder, you can be the witness

(Koopsta Knicca)

Act like you know me, when you got pounds of the green dough
Act like you know me, when you want to get the ??
Act like you know me, when you got gallons of alcohol
Act like you know me, when you braking down the bowling balls
Act like know me, when you got a load of freak hoes
Act like you know me, when you got the pearl to touch her toes
Act like you know me, when I tell you that my name is Lord
Act like you know me, when I tell you Lord will cut your cords

(Crunchy Black)

Act like you know me, cause you know I like to wear black
Act like you know me, cause you know I like to tote a gat
Act like you know me, cause you know I pop up on ya set
Act like you know me, cause you know I came to get it wet
Act like you know me, cause you know you got to call the cops
Act like you know me, cause you know the fucking blocks hot
Act like you know me, cause you know I took yo fucking spot
Act like you know me, act like you know me nigga, NOT

(Gangsta Boo)

Act like you know me, got you niggas saying I'm the shit
Act like you know me, when you see me with the fucking clips
Act like you know me, when I creep and sneek up in yo house
Act like you know me, when you hear, I done cleaned the house
Act lke you know me, when I block ?? who she be
Act like you know me nigga, Gangsta Boo BAC
Act like you know me, yo I'm real I'm trill, whatever nigga
Act like you know me, I be crazy lady, know that nigga

Chorus