Three 6 Mafia Grab Tha Gauge Lyrics

Hook: (4x)

Grab my guage and then erase
Grab my guage and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some n____s in the front page

Verse 1: Gangsta Boo

Naughty naughty m_________ers get the feelin' ah this s___
This s___ so funky comes way under n____ grounds are Triple 6
I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large,
I keep you hatas out my face
Yo life is over m_________a, when I grab ahold that guage
My n____s from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game
I'm chargin' n____s daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid
You hoes can't f___ wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hata
Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later
Everybody wanna ride for he say she say they say next
You suckas need to grow up out that kiddy s___
Quit fakin' just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia
Coming nine-six, to two G b____
Misses lady gangsta on that weed, chicken rib s___
Just to let you know my partner hoe come on the scenery
Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red beams
Now where you gon' go?
You can't hide your life is over kid,
It's time for the killin'
Cause you have f___ed up wid the wrong a__ b____

Hook 4x

Verse 2: DJ Paul & Juicy J

[DJ Paul]
Man this n____ kill me
tellin' these people that he's about to go nationwide
When he gotta drop his tapes of his self
Plus he gotta call Kim, to get a ride

[Juicy J]
I saw the m_________a standin' out in front ah Best
talkin' about, bout my tape
The n____ talk about the hard s___ on that tape,
Knowin' he sweet as cake

[DJ Paul]
The type ah n____ to tell these hoes
that's he about to blow the f___ up
The only blowin' up b____ you doin'
Is when I stick the grenade in your b___

[Juicy J]
He say he smokin' so many blunts
I can't tell, ooh, he's a liar
I saw you for real,
Hit that ill s___,
You female buyer

[DJ Paul]
Juice man I know what you sayin'
These hoes be killin' me ever so softly,
But little bit a b____ boy know
I be sellin' his first cassette or tape offa me

[Juicy J]
Don't forget about the dope,
You enraged, after you got that page,
From a doctor from the health department
Tellin' you you are gettin' fatal wid AIDS

[DJ Paul]
This hoe boy holdin' card
Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it
Then he got f___ed signed his contract
You b____ boy you's a f___in' dummy

[Juicy J]
Lookin' tryna deal wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
Young n____ you'll never sell more than the Three 6, b____ please

Hook (4x)

Verse 3: Lord Infamous & Koopsta

Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian Arabic
I reckon I wreckin' ya South American
Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some, loop
Maniac, comin' to rip your d___ head of your neck
put your heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes
and straight to the head for the chief
and the blunt of the Indicut down in my stash,
I reside in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where there is no smilin'
the n____s buckwild and the weapons are silenced
there's nothing combine us,
Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em f___ wid the
scarier, insanitarium, popper and carry 'em,
There's no merry love, only murder blood,
Till I take something worst out ah all ah these
hollow points burst and disperse going through
flesh and bone through the back of your shirt
you be burnt up and buried in dirt that'll work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' these n____s for s___
they can't get wid these b____es they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 n____s still
sufferin' every day that I swear

[Koopsta Knicca]

I see them f___ing pressin' on they brother man,
It happens everyday don't make me grab the guage,
Dangerously I play I best to kill wid guage
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet

Hook ('til fade)