Three 6 Mafia - Get The ***** Out Of My Face Lyrics
"I say *****,get the ***** out my face,get the ***** out my face,get the ***** out my face, (pimpin' hoe)(repeat 4x)Live and react like,me and this mac right,since you see that i'm here,know that i'm half right,Only game for the cake,who I leave you gushy,and keep them *****es better yet,take some more *****,never get over look he the rookie,one slip and he's out wit records sayin he took me,can't have it like, gottin they raggin,trick or treatin Hallo fiend with little guts in my bag,so i'm bout me tryin ta get my moma off in dat jag,have me weigh a thousand eights, roll eight in those bags,I'm the true and the real,wether ya'll want the records I can't chill,but i can make, when they breakin pills,my brother had me countin a million cash with drill,cleanin up it was a job for real,I saw raw yea swords with steals,caught star wars and grilles,had the balls and though i seen it with my ball we live,I say *****,get the ***** out my face,get the ***** out my face,get the ***** out my face, (pimpin' hoe)(repeat 4x)I'm more dan a murder and times two of dat,killer times two of dat,pimp nigga doin dat,what they wanna do bout dat,I grown from a family that's strong,and they love to do wrong,Pimps, whynos, and drug dealers all i known,see i can tell the world the truth now,cuz see the time been served,niggaz died or dropped the charge now,I remember the time back when,lemme gin ran the town with bents and drop top benz,and they head, cuz that's so sick,cuz once you car ballin that way there aint nuthin to how they did shit,but it's a new day to bad scared again it's happenin',*****in with us, but we's just rappin',They scared to face the fact we make our money off the music,so what you call me with a ball or blow, ***** I use it,I had the ruger for protectin',but your ass wouldn't had seein if ya hadn't been expectin'I said *****,get the ***** out my face,get the ***** out my face,get the ***** out my face, (pimpin' hoe)(repeat 4x)Let me tell ya'll niggas, what the ghetto in Memphis is full of,GD vice lords, killas, drug dealersnothin but that hustlin goin on fo da scrillawe supply tha music for tha niggas in the hoodall the pimps and players thatl smoke the lightest budthe ones that rob ya have ya runnin out ur shoesweall thru the town see our picture on the news***** some kareoke cuz were talkin wit our slangeverytime we in a group the wanna say we gangzwe love a shitty ho that can make her booty shakeaint lookin for no housewife im at the every lacewe smile wit the gold teeth and walkin with a limpsmokin on them newports bumpin like a pimpwhen all tha ladies see me they be sayin oh its himim at the red lobster and im eatn on tha shrimpim livin ghetto fabridin caddy with the dentsaint messed up bout no carberator im always stayin litI say *****,get the ***** out my face,get the ***** out my face,get the ***** out my face, (pimpin' hoe)(repeat 4x)
