Three 6 Mafia Lyrics
Three 6 Mafia Lyrics
"They Don't Fuck Wit U Lyrics"
Avenues & Alleyways Lyrics
Sleep like a baby, my little lady. Dream 'till the sunrise, creeps into your eyes, dream 'till the sunrise turns on the day. In the avenues and alleyways, while you sleep there's a whole world coming alive. Abel and his brother, fighting one another, in and out of every dive. .. The avenues and alleyways .. Where the strong and the quick alone can survive, look around the jungle, see the rough and tumble,
Sleep like a baby, my little lady. Dream 'till the sunrise, creeps into your eyes, dream 'till the sunrise turns on the day. In the avenues and alleyways, while you sleep there's a whole world coming alive. Abel and his brother, fighting one another, in and out of every dive. .. The avenues and alleyways .. Where the strong and the quick alone can survive, look around the jungle, see the rough and tumble,
Artist: Three 6 Mafia f/ Project Pat
Album: Choices The Album
Song: They Don't Fuck Wit U
Typed by: Flaco520@hotmail.com
(DJ Paul) [Intro Repeat 2X]
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
(DJ Paul) [Verse 1]
I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest
Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X
Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up
In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts
Bitch where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in'
Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin'
Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life
[Verse 2] (Juicy J)
Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin'
Toilet Tisha Lyrics
*Andre3000* Have you heard the news? They say a little 14 year old little girl had a baby on the way Tooo much for her little mind to bare And that type of news to her mama she cannot spare *Hook* Toilet Tisha, damn we miss ya Toilet Tisha is the issue Damn we miss ya, Toilet Tisha Damn we miss ya *Vamp* Dont go away Dont you dare go away from me girl I can help you Dont go away dont you dare leave m
scared cuz we don't play around*Andre3000* Have you heard the news? They say a little 14 year old little girl had a baby on the way Tooo much for her little mind to bare And that type of news to her mama she cannot spare *Hook* Toilet Tisha, damn we miss ya Toilet Tisha is the issue Damn we miss ya, Toilet Tisha Damn we miss ya *Vamp* Dont go away Dont you dare go away from me girl I can help you Dont go away dont you dare leave m
Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro
Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow
If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed
(Chorus 2X)
They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
[Verse 3] (Project Pat)
Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya
Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest
No understandin',
Pan Am Highway Blues Lyrics
(Gibbons, Hill, Beard) 3:15 I've gotten good at missin' her I practice all the time While I drive the Pan Am highway thru With that cactus friend of mine It's gettin' hard to see the white line rollin' by I can't forget her memory deep inside I dropped a bundle down in Panama But the loss didn't do me no good Spendin' cash and talkin' trash Don't do it like it should I realized I just couldn't buy her smilerojects the greedy, ya could be next
I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ???
No hesitatin', I come out buckin' so watch the nine
Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness I know you straight
I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate
[Verse 4] (Lord Infamous)
Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air
Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player
I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers
Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares
I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair
All in my bizness, God is my witness I don't even care
Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah
Repeat Chorus 2X
[Verse 5] (Koopsta Knicca)
Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin'
Da Koopsta da Knicca
Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well
Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it
Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders
[Verse 6] (Crunchy Blac)
My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends
He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane
And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga
Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up
Repeat Chorus 2X
(Til fade)
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown
(Gibbons, Hill, Beard) 3:15 I've gotten good at missin' her I practice all the time While I drive the Pan Am highway thru With that cactus friend of mine It's gettin' hard to see the white line rollin' by I can't forget her memory deep inside I dropped a bundle down in Panama But the loss didn't do me no good Spendin' cash and talkin' trash Don't do it like it should I realized I just couldn't buy her smile
I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ???
No hesitatin', I come out buckin' so watch the nine
Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness I know you straight
I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate
[Verse 4] (Lord Infamous)
Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air
Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player
I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers
Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares
I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair
All in my bizness, God is my witness I don't even care
Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah
Repeat Chorus 2X
[Verse 5] (Koopsta Knicca)
Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin'
Da Koopsta da Knicca
Sorry Lyrics
What's the matter with your life Did someone come and shoot your with wife Just as you planned Will you live or will you die Are you that butterfly That never lands Set aside these vacant rules Break them now and don't get fooled again Sorry How many times must I say Life is not a cake to seperate What do I have to do To save you from worry Cut off my nose To spite my face When you look into th
breakin' mo bitches than London got bridgesWhat's the matter with your life Did someone come and shoot your with wife Just as you planned Will you live or will you die Are you that butterfly That never lands Set aside these vacant rules Break them now and don't get fooled again Sorry How many times must I say Life is not a cake to seperate What do I have to do To save you from worry Cut off my nose To spite my face When you look into th
Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well
Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it
Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders
[Verse 6] (Crunchy Blac)
My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends
He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane
And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga
Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up
Repeat Chorus 2X
(Til fade)
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown