Enquiring Minds

[project pat]
1 - walked up to your house
Knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your fuckin' shit
Then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal bitch
So we gon' leave the cash
"what you niggas want with me?"
To torture your ass

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[gangsta boo]
The blazin' sun refers to us as the sun is blindin' me
Besides infrared wine, hypnotize minds right behind
Packin' plenty heat for you niggas wit some beef
Beef is what i ? to be
Keep your mom up off the streets
Never said you were my friend
Fuck this rap, i'll get revenge
Stick a knife up in your stomach
Pull it out and stick it in again
Ghetto kings and queens if you wit me, let me know
Pull up off your fuckin' blunt, hit another line of blow
Badder than a school of kids, they just want to fuckin' see
Clicked up with the triple 6, you don't know who you're fuckin' wit
Not to play for cheap
Got you ? to jb
And some gas wit your ??? live as you could be
Talkin' shit about miss lady cuz you think that you the shit
Beat you with a fuckin' bat, dump your body in a ditch
Guess you know who you are, keep a watch out on your car
If you open up a door or bump, i'll blow your ass to mars

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[project pat]
Nicky nack, patty wack, slap a chick in the back
With the yak, ? paper red, just another black dead
Was it dope? nah
Love? was they weak and soft?
Honey says weed got a nigga sayin' fuck a job
Kill and rob
Gettin' up on some dope
The mentality of the black male
If he dies, that's a casuality
It gon' be even worser times in the time to come
Bigger blunts to blaze, so you best pack a bigger gun
Give me some, give me some, drop it off you selfish bitch
Motto of a killer when he's out here tryin' to take your shit
Project spit nothin' but the real, so my niggas kill
Where i'm comin' from, south side out the ghetto slums
With them guns always stayin' cocked
Where them killers hang
Playas slangin' rocks
??? where your niggas bang
When you sing like canaries do
Then you feel my niner slugs comin' right through your door
If you can dig

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[fatal]
1 - (oh no) when at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit

(oh no) when at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit

(oh no) when at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit

(oh no) when at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit

[gangsta boo]
Oh no, you can't
Misses gangsta boo comin' atcha
Wit niggas guaranteed to wet your fuckin coochies, watered up
We be the roughest, my team be the buckest, my team be the quickest
Makin' you say "what the fuck was it?!
Who that be? where she at? we besta get her, yo!"
Triple 6, gangsta boo, why don't you come & get me ho?!
Bet y'all niggas on the payroll, ready to swat you baby
Slice & dice your ass like some fruit wit a chrome machetti
I hope you ready to see freddy in your fuckin' dreams
Make believe shit come true, know what i mean nigga?
I'm outta control like a fucked up roller coaster ride
Let me get high, thought you mothafuckas died (nigga)
I be the mindless, shoot bitches, when i flow
I don't give a fuck 'cause ya hatin'
What the fuck for?
You do not pay me
Neither do you break me
Hypnotize comin' for real
We paper chasin'

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[fatal]
(oh no) i'm sick & tired of playin' wit these fuckin' hoes
All my life i seen friends turned another fuckin' foes
If a nigga out to sea, what the fuck you get back?
A group of niggas sellin' ?dolo? 'caine
Talkin' 'bout how you back
I make the bullets that ? like...
Don't believe me? test me jack
*brrap, brrrrap brrap brap*
You better be nimble, you better be quick
When this fuckin' forty click
It's gonna be cold in your partna's house
Wit hoes in your doors bitch

Ain't a killa, ain't a nigga, by the scrilla
But a hustla, i'm by the struggle
Keepin' the trouble, kickin' doors
Guns to brang
Slangin' 'caine
In the snow, or in the rain
I'm gon' maintain
In the street, or on the strip
I'm makin' grips
Shakin' dice
The cheese, i flip
I pimp a bitch
Runnin' combs, on cellular phones
I'm in your home
Put them toes, up in your face
So now it's on

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Ha, i got ?? flicks
Yes, on the c-b set cassette
Make you deaf, ? ha, if you bitches wanna flex
Catch a neck ? bent
Like some missed up out your chest
>from the ? chest
Many bitches i been sexed
By the lord & this ?
Rock a mic up off stage, if it's cordless
Yes, love the gangsta way i test
Take three thousand x
I smoke the dope up in my chevy
Hit the head rest
Kill 'em all, by the three 6 multiplicity, no sympathy
Namin' startin' from the c-b-q
Be from this infa-mee
I rip it ?
?ya pretty styles & sympathies go mentally?
Make a believer ??, put it on the show, they called it rippley
So picture the
Sucka who chuckles wit buckles will really catch the knuckles
Cuz hoes will duct tape you with ? you ain't got the muscle
I leave you stiffened on the curb, make ya head like ??
You don't want no posse ???

They don't want it
Fatal put the pump to your stomach
Hittin' you up wit shots
Give you reasons to run with
The dumbest, ain't nothin' these cats get game from
It's the verbal verdict
It's venom, i'm dissin' 'em by the hundreds
Train gas, tryin' to seal you in the rep-tain gap
Hussein foul
Put it in that apple
Shit, you playin' now?
>from memphis to your city
My fo-fo pretty
Lil' gold from sheezy
Put the ? to your kitty
Fuck wit hussein & thugs
That's your brain on drugs
I bring the pain wit slugs
Don't get slain then plug
You'll get popped off
Block wit hot shots, and dropped off
I spot y'all, when i popped mines off
It's them outlaws in three 6, y'all can't do shit with
That slick shit, sheisty, nasty, new brick, mix shit
I'm tellin' you, you my man, i'm holdin' back from shellin' you
Screw my plans
And i'mma be pourin' out liquor, smokin' an l for you

"shuttle control, shuttle control..."

Oh, my god
Y'all see that nigga over there
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Well, his lines are great
Hey, is that a real rolex you got on
Hey, those ain't cartier, switch your frames, nigga
No, but you know it's all good
Cause a motherfucker know how you eat pussy and shit
You know i'm sayin'
Hey girls, you wanna tell you what i heard about this nigga
I heard that this punk ass nigga is a

Nasty trick
Don't come at me talkin' that shit
Nasty trick
Get on your knees and do that lick shit
Nasty trick
You want money, get another bitch, trick
Nasty trick

Ha-ha, hey, ladies check this out

Well, let me tell this story about this nigga
With a little dick but when it's hard, he's swearin' it bigger
Triple x-rated, willie nigga without a wife
I'm talkin' bout a nigga always lookin' for a late night
He creepin' outside without a doubt, that boy be flexin'
Waitin' for the next freak to give that dick some injection
He a stupid nigga figga bigga thinks me the best
I got his phone number, i'ma give that nigga a test, huh
His gold teeth showin', with diamonds he glistenin'
Is it cause i'm down with poppin' plus them sixes we jiggy
But i'm diggin' this nigga, and it's funny cause why
A nigga, like they known for keepin' hoes that count to the sky
He a stupid ass nigga with his tongue stuck out
You need a real ass bitch to put some shit in your mouth
You got your cartier bracelets with the frames to match
You lookin' good to be a nasty ass trick, know dat, nigga

Nasty trick
Don't come at me talkin' that shit
Nasty trick
Get on your knees and do that lick shit
Nasty trick
You want money, get another bitch, trick
Nasty trick

Hey, y'all, lemme finish tellin' y'all the deal

You fuckin' bitches that be barely speakin' some english
All the time talkin' bout what you got in your penis
You think you tight, always flossin' bout the bitches you got
You about a age away, you gotta top your own rost'
But i'm diggin' you cause thuggin' got you lookin' sorta proper
I'm not to be the one cause you ain't got that much to offer
But you could ask mo, she'll tell you how you niggas lyin'
Lately be decidin' on the first position equals mine
But enough of that, let's be gettin' back to me and you
What the fuck, if it's so hard for you and lady gangsta boo
What you tryin' to do, i be hearin' bout you trickin'
And how you sayin' bitches pussy chicken finger lickin'
But that be all good, i ain't mad cause i'm a player too
Never underestimate my pimpin' trick, i thought you knew
Boy, i'll come over and let you get inside me
I'll ride you like a horse, i'll say, "whoa, kimosabe"

Nasty trick
Don't come at me talkin' that shit
Nasty trick
Get on your knees and do that lick shit
Nasty trick
You want money, get another bitch, trick
Nasty trick

[what's up, y'all]
[how y'all doin']
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
[what's so goddamn funny]
A-yo', guess what this nigga did
He ate my pussy last night, right
With some cough drops in his mouth

1 - [boo] for only you nigga, i would cherish all of these times
[rock] for only you, i'd live a fuckin' world of crime
[boo] for only you, give me feelings that i can't understand
[rock] for only you, be the one to help me murda yo' man

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[gangsta boo]
I love you nigga, listen to me, tell me what you need
I got yo' back & front, baby, do what you please
But you hurt me, boy, you just drivin' me crazy
Thinkin' of the day we met in yo' 600 mercedes
Havin' suicidal thoughts
Oops, i love you too much
You just don't know what you be doin' when i'm feelin' yo' touch
Get to schemin, play a role, like i'm in a soap opera
Findin' bitches number in yo' wallet, and how i'mma stop it
(what should i do?) go bother the niggas that is down wit yo' crew
>from me to you, this gangsta boo, and i'm just tellin' the truth
You hurt me bad, feelin' strange, wit revenge on my mind
Call my baby from the 8 and say "it's been a long time"
How are ya doin'? (doin' great)
I got problems on mind
This nigga told me that he love me, but i guess he's a liar
Somebody, bye bitch nigga, i'mma get yo' ass back
You played up on a real bitch, now it's time fo' yo' nap

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[t. rock]
This is givin' me asistance in committin' adultery in the late night
Makin' love 'til ya had me where i couldn't concentrate right
Hypnotizin' my thought process wit love, ? & venom
Prepared to kill for you, i fold, make sure pistol that pin 'em
Though you be wit it, this affair is too good to be true
It must be blessed
Besides, yo' man is too posessive & over-protective
You want him deceased, i'll be da trigga man on the piece
After it's over, you & i can have an intimate feast
Let me know the time & location plus how to do it
You told me 12 at yo' house, sliced & least dilluted
So i'm creepin' to the doorstep of your 30 million mansion
It's time fo' havoc, ???, he'll be evicted on the fuckin' minute
You been takin' shovin' & orders
He bust & you're a torch
Sliced him to death, threw his carcus over the river water
Now it's paco & miss lady, modern day clyde & bonnie
Livin' off your husbands real money, for greediness ???

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[gangsta boo]
I tried to be good, i didn't want to set him up for this
But mama sold jewelry, what you sold you bitch
I'm cookin', makin' him feel good after it's all planned
I'm havin' second thoughts but now i got me a new man
(his last meal)
Like his ass locked up hell tight
I sexed him down once he ate his food, this was like right
After the clock struck 9, 12 on midnight, he finished
Cuz my baby paco wanna blow his brains on the ceiling
Hope his folks don't be mad
Fuck it! i just might flee
Because he left a lot of money in the s-a-f-e
Too good to be true
Gangsta boo love somebody
But you nobody until yo' ass kill somebody
I'm thinkin' quick, my hands are wet, maybe it's from my sweat
11:45 is here, i guess the stash it 'tected
So blood baths can begin cuz i'm in it to win
Not to be hurt in the end
I'm a deadly friend

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I had it figured it was someone close
Cause the nigga that's close
Are the motherfuckers that know the most

(gangsta boo)
It's like this
I'm tellin' my niggas about this broke ass bitch
That wanna jump into some shit
That hoe done snitched on my click
We livin' swell
Pockets bail matches on her own legs
I'm livin' life the fuckin' queen
With my money i made
I got to let my nigga know before the news hit the block
That this bitch done told the fed's he was pushin' them rocks
So what to do, what to do to this bitch ass snitch
She played up on my fuckin' nigga
He wasn't givin' them dick
I grab my keys, get to the car
Ballin' to a pay phone
To call up paul at home to get a couple of them tones
Let me see, where would she be
Hmm, is it really hard to tell
She knows the mafia well
She knows that we gonna send her straight to hell
But i'll call down below key
Like i really don't know
I stay at home, stop my shipment so i won't go for broke
Someone had wanted to see us fall
But we stayin' on the top
We beat the playas that be ballin' cause the party don't stop

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(i'm high off that weed...)

1 - when you're smokin' on some 8
Fool, it ain't no joke
Take a shot of rene martin
Then pass the dope
We gon' ball 'til we fall
Get drunk and choke
Breathe up on that green
Meet me back at the store

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[gangsta boo]
I'm watchin' this track like a tornado
When i'm full of that green
It gotta be some head banger
Do you know what i mean?
I'm on the scene, feelin' slow
I just smoked and oded
It's all good, i'm havin' fun
With my niggas and me
The z3 accompanied by a driver named boo
I'm high, i smoked a lot
I'm gonna blaze 'til i'm through
Can you hang with us baby?
We get high off several, things that make you say
"damn, i'm scared to get on their level"
We be clubbin', always knock the heavy spots when we late
We heavy drinkin' on some mo'
We party-hardy all day
So what you say, you in on it?
Then pass it around
Lights, camera, action
Candid camera now
Just a joke to provoke you to get high
To each, it's on, a partier 'til i die
Nineteen ninety fuckin' nine
Oops, the party is over
Overflow, battin' at 2 ? black range rovers, yeah

(i'm high off that weed...)

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[gangsta boo]
I'm hittin' the park, eyes fucked
Just-a keepin' it real
So if you feel the way i feel
Then ya ass know the deal
I get some chronic, killa fragrance
So my ride'll smell good
All you niggas in the hood know that shit do some good
Good enough to knock the odor out some weed that's on fire
? taped around my waste
I fly the friendly skies
To get 'bout it 'round my venus
Cuz i got shit to do
So do enough to get me through
The world ? gangsta boo
I got the mask to my fuckin' face
I'm fiendin'' to increase my high
??? red as hell, these bitches better recognize
Gangsta boo, the scandalous bitch that do not take no shit
Smoked-a, loc'ed-a
Playas all around, but known as triple 6
Million blunts up in my mind
Yeah my niggas cap at times
Smoked up all the blunts
And now i'm high, i'm on cloud 9
Dumb trick up into my clique
You'll get your fuckin' body bust
Bitches bodies chopped up
Mixed with guts and shit, off in my trunk

(i'm high off that weed...)

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{man1: talking}
You think they have any idea you think they know were coming
{man2: talking}
Those people are paranoid they figure somebody's coming
They just don't know when
{man1: talking}
I don't know my gut says they have no idea

{played in background throughout various parts of song}
{girl: singing}
Yo se yo se
Yo se lo que tiene pa' me
Yo se yo se
Yo se lo que tiene pa' me
I know i know
I know what you got for me
I know i know
I know what you got for me
[prophet posse: mafia mafia mafia ya]

{lord infamous}
You hit the corner quick as fuck slipped in the puddle and you fell
I stepped over your shoulders then i rough rocked your bells
The zima's on the rims are yelling flex are hella rough
I'm coming hit man style and leave your pillow filled with slugs
Motherfuck watch i huff then i puff wet you up
When the mourners gumming on coke and rum doing devil stuff
Kaiser soze tear da club up thugs i yell it out loud
Scarecrow i keep ganja smoke flying out my mouth

{scanman}
Another war kamikazes drop them bodies onto the shore
I thought there were no more
Enemy three 6 me and crunchy bomb they click
So on the train in the rain scans waiting for you man
When i get ya extracts brain and wash your remains down the drain
So blast my words will hit you harder than a gun
Six-thousand sounds of funk weighing more than a ton
So why would you wanna run your mouth and have some anna
Your questions all ask about my baby scandalous

{crunchy black}
There's no cries in my life there's no games that i wont play
There ain't no hoe up in me nigga bitch get out my fucking way
Nigga i rob nigga i steal nigga i put your body in a field
Three 6 mafia prophet the posse-a
Still coming up trying to kick this shit real

{koopsta knicca}
Chrome it be's your girly friend and now its me they want me
Rid all my head let suffering take me from this bondage
Why must i emphasis a white guy can be waiting
Satan he holds my hand oh lord i hope your listening
Come on in let me take you on a ride (on a ride)
Inside i fail to realize (realize)
There is the holding cell of koopsta ain't no changing it
I'm dead bolt i'll be dead before more suffering sets in sets in

{juicy j}
There be trouble when you see me (when you see me)
Call me psychotic or your very closest enemy (closest enemy)
There ain't no flodging cause these memphis niggas snort p (yeah they snort p)
And drink that motherfucking hennessey and smoke weed (smoke weed)
Yeah i'm that fool that's everlasting like the m-o-b (m-o-b)
And i'm that fool that's quick to blast if you fuck with me
(if you fuck with me fool)
And if you ask me where i'm from i'll tell you evergreen (dope niggas evergreen)
And if you ask me why i slum its just the look in me (yeah thats right)

{mc mack}
Aight
I'm bumping kaze up in my changer getting high yo from the sounds
Juice and dj lace the track we blowing up foe trick not down
Thinking of lyrics from the past i'm making bitches pay the cost
Since we ain't taking any kind of lost i be mc mack the under boss
With the killa klan kaze ready to ride and do what need to be done
(you know the business)
The triple six mafia and prophet posse
Leave more heat than the fucking sun
I'll be done in a second therefore you act as if we gotta attack em
What's the conclusion from all this shit
I really don't know i guess we'll watch out for it

{dj paul}
[in background: project pat: p-r-o-p-h-e-t posse]
[in background: dj paul: who we be]
Arresting you niggas i got head on yall holler that i'm dead wrong
Shoot out before i make it some split a nigga fuckin dome
Got shit to make your whole hood battle
Yall hoes ain't seen an uzi's arrow
From dusk to dawn leaving bodies numb with my gun
Shoot i'll tell ya i's on that blow prophet posse with me hoe
Or with tear da club up thugs weapons like a gi joe
Walk up to the sissy nigga where nothing can save him
Now sit back relax and let this 12 inch gauge in

{project pat}
Automatic gunfire when your time to die left you in a coma
Fucking off with busters in these streets got you causing drama
Marijuana feels my congregation your affiliation
With the wrong click of motherfuckers got annihilation
On your program who's the man with the master plot
Fresh up out the pen once again with the mask and glock
Shot you point blank range feeling strange put that ass in shock
Project got an answer for you bitches posse closing shop

{gangsta boo}
Nigga nigga what whatcha whatcha wanna do
With your pussy ass crew trying to get a load of boo
I be the one to bring the pain bring the rain on a sunny day
Smiling in your face mean mug it with a pistol play
Know you bitches out to hate me i'm self explanatory
I'll leave you wet like a fat pussy in an orgy
Snatch your fucking soul i'm the cold that's in the winters hoe
Mess with me you die you cant tango with my .44
Drinking on some henn and some v and some p it be in me bitch
Smoking on some weed 100% it be fire bitch
What you trying to do i done already did it baby
If you wanna rumble come get your ass up don't be a baby
Plain as it may be we done talked around each one of your cities
Ask my brother eric he be witnessing what he ain't seen
But she don't bother no one she be mrs. lady claiming clout
On your ass we'll make a test to blast what they talking bout

{project pat (dj paul)}
P-r-o-p-h-e-t posse
(who we be) x8
Hoe (haha)

{prophet posse}
Mafia mafia mafia ya (*repeat til fade*)

Chorus x2
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
40-40 cal, watch a nigga hurt a
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
40 fuckin' cal, watch a nigga hurta

(gangsta boo)
On the other side of town
Blake haven bound
Where i'm found
Ain't nobody bloody
Angels sayin', must be hell bound
Everybody on that liqour
Bangsta boo is right up with ya
Can't you see your picked a picture perfect
Now it's time to get you
Come with me
So you can see the side
Of the dark niggas
Claimin' hard
Be left with body parts in the yard
Bitch i got you scared
Unless you prepared to take the test
Hope you study hard
When this go fly through your fuckin' vest
Never be as clever as i
I'm on the level come high
High till the day that i die
Or will you kiss me good bye
I'm bout it, whatever bitch
You wanna get some of this
You be the one that get your ass kicked
Quick in the dick
I'll put your ass inn a trunk
In the city of bump
I might not lock up the door
Blaze a crystal blunt
I'm in the studio loot
Doin' a race on this track
Some with me (??)
I got it locked like that

Chorus x2

I got this shit locked tight
Ain't no keepin' me out
You cannot see is
So when i tell you somethin' bitch
You best believe it
I swear you shouldn't battle with me
I'm like a pimple
I pop up out of no where
On your ass so simple
I'm laid back on this track
I figure you feelin' nigga
Throw your setts in the air (throw your setts in the air)
Scrip your killas and killas
About your dealas on the block
Makin' money that's right
About the ladies on the real lookin' for a late night
Don't be surprised when you see me
Cause i (??) at the world
To all you top notch niggas
Or material girls
They call me lady maybe baby
I gets jiggy with mine
I'm feelin' fine on the rise
Prophet posse behind
I'm 18 98 flowin' all of my flows
So bitch imagine how i sound
When i'm 20 years old
We so so def like jermaine
But bitch we tearin' it up
The number one hit song
Of the banned and closed

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