DJ Paul
You ain't no real black hata. A nigga finger, faces pointed. But 'cha ain't tha one
Tha trigga even if ya' bigger. You wouldn't be bigger, thinkin' that you all that but
ain't got a glove made outa glitter. Nigga when we see ya' we gone test yo' ass. Bum
rush to tha curb and we gon' blast yo' ass. Me and crips in tha 'Burban tryin' to catch
yo' ass. Its all good. 5 G's, and we gon' set yo' ass up. Picture me pervin' yo' tape
ho. I'm good enough. Dope like tha Six, we just like (?) tha blow. Much as we tryin' to
keep it cool, they all behind my back on me and my crew. Prophet test with tha best. We be
gettin' it on. And we ain't gon' stop until tha early mornin'. So quit tradin' with tha shit
and getcha own. Three Six Mafia kill a man and I'm gon'.
Juicy J
Who is that fool who be talkin' that shit? Sayin' he down but dis Triple Six. Either he
step, he gon' get as we split. Black Smith & Wesson, 18 in tha clip. Ain't no gang bang,
he don't even set trip. Grew up on Kool - Aid, potatoes, and chips. Why playa hate, when
you know we legit. Bank account fat, and they ridin' on dick. When you need do' ask yo'
dad fo' tha shit. 20's and 10's like you shoppin' fo' bricks. Gotta pay back all tha cheese
he done spent. Studio time and them hoes, (...?...)
Crunchy Black
This man, I heard there some niggaz dissin'. But if they keep on dissin', then they mommaz
gonna miss them. This ain't no game nigga, its my fuckin' high position. Man I'm gettin'
tired of all you niggaz actin' just like bitches. And we gon' ride out.
MC Mack
Them bitches always ask me why do I call myself tha Mack? Is it becuase of them hoes are done
broke? Or is it tha way my cheese done stack? But never tha less its time to wreck and check,
this busta that's livin' out of state. That's dwellin' in, by ways of Memphis. Contemplate, you
must be fake. Playa Hate to tha first degree. You downin' some nigga that's down with me? See
salt my snails not M-Town playas. Tha Killa Klan Kaze gon' watch you bleed. So play me like a
hoe, and a nigga like Mack gon' stain yo' stash. When that bitch nigga crossed me out on tha
edge of my clip. Off in his asshole. Hold yo' breath. Nigga, is you down? My pimpin' is thicker
than tha shit you talk. (?) to burn eternally in hell. Contrast to tha way yo' ass done walk.
MC motha fuckin' Mack. My Killa Klan Kaze be havin' my back. Tha Triple Six Mafia ready to jack.
So get tha next nigga clothes up off yo' back. Bitch.
Koopsta Knicca
So many dayz, them niggaz lay. Then prayed in 12 ways. Up on top of graves rest in place.
Heaven's sake its so sore to take. Straight through tha woods, deep in them woods you'll
find all good. Only bitches and otha niggaz. Rights in tha wrong wood. So run 'em off tha
road, go for tha gold. Hit your head lights. Its tha silent night deadly night. And just
guess who's tha sacrafice. Tha signs of a lunitic, tha Koopsta can't take this shit. Makes
my mind and my brain split. Its somethin' like a crucifix.
Lord Infamous
Man I wish one of these punk ass niggaz would step up to tha Scarecrow. Beat a hoe, fuck a
nigga all slow. Cut his throat. Puffin' on tha indo. Throw him through tha window. With his
bloody clothes full of bullet holes. Little dope ass can't hang. But tha gang bang, he is
swangin', and he thinkin' maintain. Insane is in tha (?) out man. Now we listen to tha motha
fuckin' rain wash tha blood down tha drain bitch. If ya' itch around me, don't scratch. Cuz tha
bullet out his ass, cut (...?...) sex. Fuckin' with tha devil man, (...?...). Niggaz ain't no
match, gettin' pimped out what he had. Niggaz better stick with smokin' pot. Cuz tha shit is
slippin' and its not, make 'em feel kinda high. Gonna end up in a burial plot. Make me pull
out tha glock. Make me pop......
DJ Paul
Anotha nigga car, anotha nigga clothes. Niggaz be flodgin' on these videos, but watch when
they (?) gun foes. Anotha nigga car, anotha nigga clothes. Niggaz be tradin' on these tape
clothes but watch when they (?) gun foes.