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Fatal
1 - (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some s**t
(Oh no) When at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some s**t
(Oh no) When at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some s**t
(Oh no) When at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some s**t
Gangsta Boo
Oh no, you can't
Misses Gangsta Boo comin' atcha
Wit guaranteed to wet your fkin coochies, watered up
We be the roughest, my team be the buckest, my team be the quickest
Makin' you say "What the fk was it?!
Who that be? Where she at? We besta get her, yo!"
Triple 6, Gangsta Boo, why don't you come & get me ho?!
Bet y'all on the payroll, ready to swat you baby
Slice & dice your as* like some fruit wit a chrome machetti
I hope you ready to see Freddy in your fkin' dreams
Make believe s**t come true, know what I mean nigg*?
I'm outta control like a fked up roller coaster ride
Let me get high, thought you mothafkas died (nigg*)
I be the mindless, shoot girls, when I flow
I don't give a fk 'cause ya hatin'
What the fk for?
You do not pay me
Neither do you break me
Hypnotize comin' for real
We paper chasin'
Repeat 1
Fatal
(Oh no) I'm sick & tired of playin' wit these fkin' hoes
All my life I seen friends turned another fkin' foes
If a nigg* out to sea, what the fk you get back?
A group of sellin' ?dolo? 'caine
Talkin' 'bout how you back
I make the bullets that ? like...
Don't believe me? Test me Jack
*brrap, brrrrap brrap brap*
You better be nimble, you better be quick
When this fkin' forty click
It's gonna be cold in your partna's house
Wit hoes in your doors b*tch
Ain't a killa, ain't a nigg*, by the scrilla
But a hustla, I'm by the struggle
Keepin' the trouble, kickin' doors
Guns to brang
Slangin' 'caine
In the snow, or in the rain
I'm gon' maintain
In the street, or on the strip
I'm makin' grips
Shakin' dice
The cheese, I flip
I pimp a b*tch
Runnin' combs, on cellular phones
I'm in your home
Put them toes, up in your face
So now it's on
Repeat 1
Ha, I got ?? flicks
Yes, on the C-B set cassette
Make you deaf, ? ha, if you girls wanna flex
Catch a neck ? bent
Like some missed up out your chest
>From the ? chest
Many girls I been sexed
By the Lord & this ?
Rock a mic up off stage, if it's cordless
Yes, love the gangsta way I test
Take three thousand X
I smoke the dope up in my Chevy
Hit the head rest
Kill 'em all, by the Three 6 multiplicity, no sympathy
Namin' startin' from the C-B-Q
Be from this infa-mee
I rip it ?
?Ya pretty styles & sympathies go mentally?
Make a believer ??, put it on the show, they called it rippley
So picture the
Sucka who chuckles wit buckles will really catch the knuckles
Cuz hoes will duct tape you with ? you ain't got the muscle
I leave you stiffened on the curb, make ya head like ??
You don't want no posse ???
They don't want it
Fatal put the pump to your stomach
Hittin' you up wit shots
Give you reasons to run with
The dumbest, ain't nothin' these cats get game from
It's the verbal verdict
It's venom, I'm dissin' 'em by the hundreds
Train gas, tryin' to seal you in the rep-tain gap
Hussein foul
Put it in that apple
s**t, you playin' now?
>From Memphis to your city
My fo-fo pretty
Lil' Gold from sheezy
Put the ? to your kitty
fk wit Hussein & thugs
That's your brain on drugs
I bring the pain wit slugs
Don't get slain then plug
You'll get popped off
Block wit hot shots, and dropped off
I spot y'all, when I popped mines off
It's them outlaws in Three 6, y'all can't do s**t with
That slick s**t, sheisty, nasty, new brick, mix s**t
I'm tellin' you, you my man, I'm holdin' back from shellin' you
Screw my plans
And I'mma be pourin' out liquor, smokin' an L for you
"Shuttle control, shuttle control..."