Three 6 Mafia - Bodyparts 2 Lyrics
(dj paul)Yeah, we back up in this motha*****aProphet mother*****in posse hoeThree 6 mafia, m-childA whole bunch of motha*****asAnd ready to do this shitYou wanna ***** a hoeThen wait until youre backWhen the wars gone *****You better recognize you mother*****in suckasThinkin that Im for the 9-7Once again, its onBout to pull yo mother*****in ass in *****Woow, woow, woow woow woow woo(dj paul)Now when they comes to the hoodI be like black in my zoneNow when it comes to parts of the bodyI got more (? ? )In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockinAnd people callin it greenThat smoke how much I like itAgain its up to himI need to let some shots off>>and dj paul with teflon also take that bulletproof offBut when they jump, I pumpTo put some murderin punksAnd then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunkScarecrowPlayIma terror from the endIll watch that body explodeIf they retaliate I blastI think about you wont find them bloody clothesKill em thoughDont you knowI want to get rid of those faked up hoesIts the city of memphisWatch me witness how this nigga unloadRage make me regularly, force me bloodI feed ya hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudgeIm nutsYou got no cripsYou got no heartYou niggas from the startI want to fill my *****ing backyard with your bodyparts(gangsta boo)Wussup mista trickDo you wanna get with thisPimp type ass ***** down with the triple 6My lexus trunk or viperProphet posse nothin nicerIn this *****in body parts through the air***** you playa hatin punksI was layin on the topLook at the billboard chartsProphet posse takin overNigga now we got you high(m-child)(m-child)I dont know you,Why the ***** you all in my grill,Im stayin, buck on youNiggaz say you so so treal,You aint no killa,My lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep,Sleepin with the lights on,Hoe you contious of me,me and about 80 mo mutha*****az who comin,4 and 5 vans deep, while ya ***** ass runnin,We be the prophet devilish and meanin click so tight,M-child orange mound,Smokin out evey night...*****!!!!(juicy j)I met this fool last weekWho said he slangin double keysAlso had a group of bustin all tall and some like, green inkWhat you thinkI was tryin to plan a robbin spreeSo I drove a low key carTryin to fool the streetsCurve after curveI return tryin not to swerveKnowin by the hour I be chippin up my bag of herbs(? ? ) herb aks all kinds a gunsTill the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run(scanman)>>please dont test these murderersSlugs I will pump at your gutScan from the killa klan kazeI will dump your bodyparts into my trunkLets go ride then play a gameWhats the gameThe game of namesNow which, which one would you chooseWhich ever you choose you lose, you lose(droopy drew dog)First time on the maximum, dont be a trickTo see them hatas talk shit but they dont know the dealDope sellaB h ps while I dwellaThey looked into the barrel of my chin black barrettaRatta tatta is all you heardTo see you niggas comin upIn the (? ? ? )But watch the gameCause you dont got no friendsDroopy drew dog self made to the end(crunchy blac)Check this hereNiggas will, rob and steal, mob and killAnd it feelThey dont feelWhat I feel, then I fillThem buck willBullet lead two to the headThen I lay them in gravesThat I digJust for themYes it is(project pat)Slammin bones, throwin leaksPuttin *****es in there clicksKaze in this mother*****Down we prophet clickClack boom doom for you hatas and you realasMossberg slug to your grillYou can feel thisTrigger happy, nappy headed, set it dont you see meProject pat is downBut aint no *****in damn foolWe ridin drinkin dankin bodies stankin I can smell them wellAnd if the police pull us overIm the first to bail(indo g)Jackin and packin and takin those fakin ass *****esThat thinkin that all of us is red insteadWhile I drop this trackI flack (? ? ) Im straight from very boneTo the mother*****a filin outIm the firstSee triple 6, its`on***** every mud up in a source boneI dont wanna kill a motha, betta get a mother*****er for talkin thatShitHuh, I dont wanna kill a mother*****er, betta get a mother*****er forCrossin my click *****Boogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brainsOn the mother*****in wood grain niggaPullin the trigga like uhh die nigga uhh die nigga(k roc)Mother*****erK roc I dump but what I see in my trunkSee me after killa klanSeein that k roc solo burnMakin up in my greenProphet posse my niggasGimme that forty glockIn my (? ? ) pullin that triggaI see traitors lookin at playa hatasFakin while we blast our gatI dont know where youre atBut hata I better witness a (? ? )If a nigga dont believe me, tricks afraid in front of the carTo that ditchI dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk
