Three 6 Mafia Lyrics
Three 6 Mafia Lyrics
"Try Somethin Lyrics"
Incinerator Of Cadaveric Leftovers Lyrics
Mutilated body parts autopsied human pieces Portions of sectioned bowels full of fetid feces Septic wastes from the morgue must be eliminated Piles of putrefying remains will be incinerated ... Corpses on fire ...Sick funeral pyre ...Crematory fumes ...Blackened remains Rectal gases deflegrate causing little explosions Rotten innards melt away intern
Mutilated body parts autopsied human pieces Portions of sectioned bowels full of fetid feces Septic wastes from the morgue must be eliminated Piles of putrefying remains will be incinerated ... Corpses on fire ...Sick funeral pyre ...Crematory fumes ...Blackened remains Rectal gases deflegrate causing little explosions Rotten innards melt away intern
[Project Pat - on the phone]
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be
Handle that shit
[Project Pat]
Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green
Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt
Saw my victim caught me one slippin'
On the side of the club takin' a pissin'
No mask on face I didn't really need it
He can be damn fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast like I at
Get to Work on Time Lyrics
Get up in the morning Alarm clocks clean socks Brush your teeth look neat Join the others on the street Bus ride tube train Going off to work again Up to the third floor Name on the office door Paper lying on the floor Pick it up and do some more Lunch break break down Valium and alcohol Nicotine adrenaline Don t it make your head spin? Bac
e out the crack jarGet up in the morning Alarm clocks clean socks Brush your teeth look neat Join the others on the street Bus ride tube train Going off to work again Up to the third floor Name on the office door Paper lying on the floor Pick it up and do some more Lunch break break down Valium and alcohol Nicotine adrenaline Don t it make your head spin? Bac
No one saw me made clean getaway
That means that I still live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin on the spizot
Breakin up a dice game or where it's hizot
[Hook: Crunchy Blac - repeat 2X]
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm fucked up
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane my lucks up
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke
A nigga gotta try something
(I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope
A nigga gotta try something
[Juicy "J"]
I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to
Batter Up Lyrics
*Sports personalities* Welcome ladies and gentlemen This is Mark... oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco (Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah We got a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game *Stadium announcer* And now.. please rise for the singing of our national anthem (Chorus) *
ide*Sports personalities* Welcome ladies and gentlemen This is Mark... oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco (Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah We got a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game *Stadium announcer* And now.. please rise for the singing of our national anthem (Chorus) *
the westside of Tennesse, until I heard the news
nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
most wanted for a felony I should have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga I didn't even wear a mask
[DJ Paul]
I guess you know by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes
and have you runnin round like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' they stayin' strapped
beside DJ Paul they put The Haven on the Map
But it's too many hoods in The Haven to claim
so we gon all bring guns we gon' all bring pain.
[Hook x2](cruchy blac)
[Cruchy Blac]
You can do what ya do to keep ya ass in
it's CB and mane I ain't playin
Wit
Star Song Lyrics
She likes drawing pictures of herself on her walls. In time maybe then she'll learn to like it when she smiles. Do you like the way you are? Rip away at my heart. Do you like the way the stars rip away at the dark? Then finally looking at her own face, She was tired. One night someone left a note that said: “I love your smile.”
pistol in my Muthafuckin right handShe likes drawing pictures of herself on her walls. In time maybe then she'll learn to like it when she smiles. Do you like the way you are? Rip away at my heart. Do you like the way the stars rip away at the dark? Then finally looking at her own face, She was tired. One night someone left a note that said: “I love your smile.”
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandin
me muthafuckin money out ya fuckin pockets
give me them rings and that fuckin' watch n you
betta listen up before I start poppin it's me again
I'm constantly robbin
[Lord Infamous]
Slap on his block wit the glock
and lock'em down to the rocks
fiendin' for his knot in his pocket strip him
down his socks, grab and feel this 44
hopin' steam right off this scope
and I let him smoke If I go in ya pockets and ya broke
ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my hood on ya twankies
now ya gotta drop off them bitches and that ring on ya pankies
either ya give me ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a buck shot shower