Three 6 Mafia - They Don't ***** Wit U Lyrics
Artist: three 6 mafia f/ project patAlbum: choices the albumSong: they dont ***** wit uTyped by: flaco520@hotmail.com(dj paul) [intro repeat 2x]Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangstaGangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangstaGangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangstaGangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrateGangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate(dj paul) [verse 1]I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest*****in wit t-r-i-p-l, e-s-i-xNiggaz be talkin but in the end I like ***** em upIn the beginnin they couldve survived but they had no nuts***** where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-inCuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin but hoe is showinToo *****in light, too *****in light to try to fightStick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life[verse 2] (juicy j)Yea we know you niggaz are *****in scared cuz we dont play aroundNever wanna step cuz three 6 mafia put you in the groundPeople say you buck but we all know thats just that liquor broNiggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin that snowIf a member call me then Im gonna pack my yawks and rollRide down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body coldFoo this aint no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grillHigh cappin and dissin in yo rappin just might get ya killed(chorus 2x)They dont ***** wit you like ya *****ed with themYo pockets tore down from limb to limbYou got no ends, now you got no friendsNow its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in[verse 3] (project pat)Whachu doin round hea? my nigga I gotta get yaFresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin, so I split yaHead to the meet-ie, give to the needy so ***** the restNo understandin, projects the greedy, ya could be nextIm robbin victims with of the face of a ? ? ?No hesitatin, I come out buckin so watch the nineOff in east memphis transactin bizness I know you straightIm buckin you fakers who aint got cheese, the ones I hate[verse 4] (lord infamous)Could it be me, could it be somethin in the *****in airIm seein niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin everywhereYou wanna know if the lord is mackin or a *****in playerIm keepin all of you mutha*****as in my *****in prayersEverywhere that I go Im gettin all these evil staresIm sick of all of these hatin mutha*****as in my hairAll in my bizness, God is my witness I dont even careCause all you *****es you get the *blaah* died hell yeahRepeat chorus 2x[verse 5] (koopsta knicca)Deep deep in them trenches of memphis where Im seriously pimpinDa koopsta da knicca breakin mo *****es than london got bridgesSend this to you niggas so you besta listen wellTouch me and youll die see you can burn wit me in hellThis hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-i for you niggas thatve lost itSpl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ? ? ? off itCall chris mane, shit dump em in a ditchWitness this wicked bit whipped up outta the six riders[verse 6] (crunchy blac)My nigga cb he be back out here on these bricks againHe kickin in doors, he lookin for him some dividendsHe kidnappin hoes so he can make him some money maneAnd *****in wit him is like *****in wit somethin differentYa gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be roughLike ash to ash nigga, and dust to dustIn gats we trust nigga, it really aint much niggaCuz talkin to us nigga, we blowin ya upRepeat chorus 2x(til fade)Im smoked out, snorted out, drunken and Im blown
