Three Six Mafia Ft. Young Buck M.E.M.P.H.I.S. Lyrics

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

[Project Pat]
Call a n____, drug dealer, out here on the track n____
Weed smoker, c__e snorter, come and get a pack n____
Cane slanger, b____ 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 f___ 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 s___
And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss
The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth
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 n____z bodies numb
I don't talk this s___ for fun, c___ 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, n____z deep, bandanas with black calicos
So, when we creep, drop cause I'ma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, b__p 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 n____, 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 n____ body parts in the field, n____

[La Chat]
No no, come, come and get this b____, ain't got no time fo no s___
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 s___ that you done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the f___ number one
I shot that b____ 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 c___, 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 b____'ll take that lil bit out her p____ for them papers
Get the f___ away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky b____
Talkin' that s___ 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 f___in' chewin', I can f___ you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them b____es gon' start
See now that's that type of s___ that get my muh'f___in' d___ 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 n____z got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the f___ can you handle the, butsa damager
Toss that b____ 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 b____ 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 n____,
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'
f___ the reason, and the treason,
time to get dirty n____ better I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze

[DJ Paul]
b____es think we playin', think this killa s___ a joke
Don't f___ around with HCP and get you a__ smoked, ho
Comin' with some fully auto's, f___ 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, w____, n____ I slang with that
b____, n____, it's CP n____
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse n____
What, what, it's CP n____
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse n____