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(feat. DJ Paul, Juicy 'J')
Hook 1 2x
Northside hoe, Southside hoe
Eastside hoe, Westside hoe
Chorus 2x
Where dem gang, gang signs (show ya golds, show ya golds)
Where dem hood, hood signs (throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows)
DJ Paul
It's the return of the gangsta - like my OutKast
Smokin' on the dank-a - shut ya mouth, I might pass
off the heezy, fk all at the fkin' bar
On the floor or in the parking lot they throw it out the car
If they throw the wrong sign - better handle it
fk goin' outside - right here you gettin' wet
I'm glad for this here, all I know is this here
And you thinkin' I'ma let you disrespect this s**t here
Before I blow a nigg* as* off - him and his hoe
Ready to rob me a b*tch and get the fk out the do'
This s**t is real dumb nigg*, who fka say we playin'
Boy you in the wrong land, fkin' wit a grown man
It's: "MAFIA, MAFIA" from the beginning into ending
While you grinnin' I whoop yo ass, b*tch in one inning
You know the biz, Three 6 is the name boy
You heard my sign now won't you show me what you claim boy
Chorus 4x
Juicy J
We up all night, we smokin' that s**t
Somebody run they mouth and then we bop on the b*tch
They called us , we run in packs
Some playa hate this skin because the color is black
We sag our jeans, the ride be clean
Them t -twin-twins make them rims be mean
We bracing ahead, we trust in the lead
The fool we don't like is police and the Fed.'s
And if you violate - get that tone to the head
And if ya girl approach us - we'll see her in bed
I'll probably own her flick 'cause she ain't nothin' to us
A neighborhood chewer-hut, hoodrat, sl*t
We people on the left - and we folks on the right
We throwin' up them thangs - and we startin' them fights
The swinging we be doin' is a ugly site
We sleep in the morning and we come out at night
Chorus 4x
Project Pat
fk around and get gun end, straight up out the pen
From the mane with the sawed-off, lay up off the Gin
You can win if you squeeze first - hollow points disperse
You may leave in an ambulance or inside a hearse
curse when they get caught, then they go to jail
Took a purse with the gold watch - but I can't make bail
Yeah its sad, but I did the crime, I except the time
Just another broke hood nigg* - cheese up on my mind
Grab the nine, wanna make change
Suckers lay it down, Project Pat and them Three 6 who get down
'Bout that loot, let the bullets shoot - get across your grill
I'm a North Memphis dinner thief - all about a meal
And I will still retaliate, all you ones that hate
I'm a rider for Hypnotize, move or wrapped in tape
A survivor so realize, catchin' you on late
In the bushes don't be surprise, you gon' meet your fate
Chorus 4x
Hook 2 2x
...show ya golds, show ya golds
...throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows
...show ya golds, show ya golds
...throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows