Three 6 Mafia - I Ain't Cha Friend Lyrics
-laughter-Yeah, yall thought that underground shitWouldnt gon work in yaYeahFor the ouijas of sin is deathFor the gift of God is eternal lifeThrough jesus christ our lordRoman 6-23 niggaRead it and weep, biatch(koopsta knicca)Hit a man bustin up in my doorSo I grab my 44Now them bustas on the floorCovered up by pillowsOh noIm lookin for them trizicksTryin to put a group up in they clizickIm comin up quickIm takin no shots bustin these caps off in these *****esSo why you wanna mess with thisSo why you wanna take off this pieceFool Im bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech (? ? ) fatalityYoull be fledIll be gladWhen I make you hit that grassI aint showin no mercyGod damn it Im bustin that assIm havin cisions of flesh (? ? ) like that roozer techThat mess in my headIf the constantly teachin this evil shitYou hear some laughin whose that in the window gaspinNow if you feel me tell me whose that creepin for your head(gangsta boo)This goes out to all of you suckasIncludin you crossersIncludin you bustasThis shit is so *****ed upI cant even trust yaThis lady is tried of you mother*****ersIm bumpin so hardIts like oh my godGangsta boo is rippin the mic all apartIf your ass wasnt so full of that fartNever would you have tasted me from the startIm trying to tell you hoeLet me tell you *****You aint my *****in friendProphet entertainment member known as booHad to tell your ass time and time againRide with my click***** triple 6Is all I need plus my weed and the n-i-n-eTo keep you frilly hoes off of meCome into my faceWith that pimpin ass shitWatch you see this gangsta ***** get scandolousYou friendly ass hoes I scratch off my listI dont need youDont want you *****(crunchy blac)Friends like foes in these hoesKeep on talkin that shitActin like they bad as *****But they ain really talkin bout shitKeep on dissin this clickAnd we gon hurt one of you tricksPut your body in a ditchOr dig a grave for that shitDont you ask who like itCrunchy blac did it *****Keep on talkin all that noiseAnd ima get big like big businessChorus x4I have to tell these niggas time and time again***** I aint your *****in friendIll do your ass in(dj paul)Smiles can be deceivinEven if its your friendsAnd hoes that know we cant be even stevenShould not believe inToo late one of them slip its my foesYou already got my glock to the back of your headPrayers already saidDone consider yourself deadYour family and friends might be sayin that I crossed you outBut nigga you was fake from the beginningSo I had to toss you outFriend Im no moreI kill all you foesStep in my trunkAnd I give it to a stroll backThe hammer releaseAnd leave your chest with holesAll in the clubWith that buck ass tube and potIts kind of hardYou cant beat usAnd you cant join usCause we aint gonna stop if you dont stop(scarecrow)Some of the superior astronomical bendsFrom that of my mystical dreamsOf the many scenesMighty, manipulative, mercilous, multiple murderersSit back in dangerousHittin and strippinAnd critical injuryMisery, seriously witness to the tremoryTrajedy, agany, infamy, agany brutal mentalityAssassatainMy voodoo tribeIf you dont want to be friedPut on a feary disguiseLord infamous takn no prisonersForget the begging, pleading, and the criesYour reservation revalationA satanic nationHas be prophesizedI can look in your eyes and tell that there is fearFrom the eternal burning of each of your liesFlights of headlightsBlack clothes and limosAnother negro startin to decomposeFrom his casket the scarecrow shall place a bloody black roseWho knows that hateThat goes behind closed doorsWith corpses froze in six foot holesWicked throwsEvil flows and torturing of foesChorus x4Yeah, I aint ya *****in friendYou do your ass in nigga(laughter)Three 6 mafia comin at your ass for the 9-7 *****YeahWatch your back niggasYou know who you are mother*****erThat brown shit would (? ? ? )(laughter)
