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Was this in them trees

These are the things

They held me vision

Seein more things

Me and dj paul

We got the hook off

We gon stee

We gon play socidal to go slappin through thy window

Somethins creepin up slow

It was a lodus

Read about a hoe

Some sippin on the women

Who gon want to cross my fules, attention

Not only was you weak

Need another nigga drivin

I stop the car

Said do you want to buck em

Rough koopsta

Shirt I knew your hurt

Take the bridge back

Take a bag with them slugs

Sentence see your gone son

Devils in your chris

Its the coulda me dree zs

Koopsta got em stee

Make prophet me

See thats what you get for talkin shit

Trick I drop you in the splunder

Cut you up like jerry springer biatch

Come, come who the *****

They want some

Niggas want to jump, jump

Getcha make ya pump, paul

Still gon miss ya bump, bump

Off a nigga fakin

Goin to a richin

*****es turn to shaken

Mafioso rule by

And he will act a fool

When he dont give a damn

If your *****in red or blue boy

Couldnt buy the wet slide

Goin on this best lide

Lord infamous done with tight

When me gotta get mine

You know what I want

But do koopsta gets it

Storm on this *****

Like some new used confetti

Astronomical triple 6

Writes space on top of astroids

Comin to rip up the shore

We killin the fool

So act a fool boy

Chorus x4

Stomp mother*****er, stomp mother*****er, stomp

(lay at, move his ass down to the pump)

How long gon go deep

In the north

When niggas stay drunk

And smoke on your newports

From on my streets

Wit all only peeps

I used to scratch

And throw down beats

I made a mix

With real deep bass

The noise I had to be slangin tapes

Dj in this shit try to make that shit

Tone be speakers that stack they crates

Studio 9 was the place to be

Where all jocks were tryin to get

The chance get on the tape

Bein a fool

Keep tryin Im not goin to quit

The club was packed from wall to wall

The gangsta walk is what we call

Whn niggas are buckin

Im still gonna dance

The third a fool

Lets look if all

We took the club

And show no love

Just throw in our face

And gettin refunds

They might wanna fight

Later on the night

Cause memphis playas dont give a *****

Security junk

We smack the punks

For throwin us out

For smokin a blunt

The number ones on

It just cam on

And now its time to *****in stomp

Juicys in the mother*****in house

Its the peel yo

Mother*****in stand back

Its they *****in steelo

On your *****in ass

We cant *****in brag

Cause we comin up

Robbers on my ass

Should I blast

Cause they runnin up

Maybe its my premadin

No present turn to yo

With the sayin

Saw your nine

Boy I call that kick door

I stick those

*****es in my trunk

And now we back to my hood

Dont want the left they die yet

But he wishin he would

Wasnt in the mood

For this bunk shit

But these niggas had to creep

That boy they stupid

I sit, I leave these hoes for a permanent sleep

And now we out the club

We gotta get em up

Triple 6 and prophet posse

Yall know we make em stomp

Chorus x4

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