Letra M. E. M. P. H. I. S. de Three 6 Mafia original
dj paul> (crunchy black) Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin posse song Niggaz thats 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 Ill 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 dont 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 aint wit And now in 2000 you talkin the same shit And now in 2000 Ill bust and I wont 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 aks, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb I dont 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 ima 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 Im bustin your head black You believe Im comin strong, you believe Im all grown You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on You half steppin I got the weapon Boom! boom! Im 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, aint got no time fo no shit Got all my boys, dont make no noise, Just throw that trick in the ditch It aint 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, aint got no love in my heart It aint no way that I cant handle, keep that tone in my jaw This aint no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me On one of you hoes, before you come, la chat aint gone easy koopsta knicca:> Man a bitchll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew cant stand them vapors Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch Talkin that shit about this Man youll 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 thats that type of shit that get my muhfuckin dick hard t-rock> Capital mack-11s, and load em full of ammunition Terrorist sects, we pull and lockem 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 Ill 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, Im 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 Ill 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 Dont fuck around with hcp and get you ass smoked, ho Comin with some fully autos, fuck some semis Hit em with some hollow autos, 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 Im in a bad mood, cocaine make it that Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that Bitch, nigga, its cp nigga Hcp, hypnotize camp posse nigga What, what, its cp nigga Hcp, hypnotize camp posse nigga