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Hook
'Cause b*tch we shoot 'em first
We don't ask questions later
We're Triple 6, Triple 6 fkin' haters
And it's on if you
Wanna bring it to the door
To you cowards in my face
I'm a treat you like a hoe
Gangsta Boo
Since you talkin' s**t
About the dirty dirty six
Lemme see if you can bump out
And be featured on a hit
Radio the love my songs
Ballin' love my thongs
If you wanna go to war
I suggest you bring it on, nigg*
I ain't no little girl
I been down in the streets
Remember me Hillcrest
nigg* reppin' BAZ
Shoot a finger fk a spot
drop, drop
But everybody in the club
Lookin' hard nigg* he ain't hot
We be cold froze wrists
Got you girls in a blitz
Mad 'cause I be hanging 'round
Them in the triple six
girls wanna say this
b*tch I ain't stuntin' you
I be on the charts blowin' up
b*tch look at you
be mad
Actin' like some fkin hoes
If you can't stand the truth
nigg* keep your eyes closed
DJ Paul, Juice Man
Crunchy Black, Lord Imfamous
I'm the one
Mrs. Crazy lady Gangsta Boo b*tch
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Crunchy Black
talk s**t
Well they might as well talk s**t
Talk this
When I bring that fkin' chalk b*tch
And put your body in a body bag or somethin'
And drop your b*tch as* off in a river my cousin
You should've never played the dozens
With a nigg* like me
It be C fkin' B
And I'm hard to be
talk a lot of s**t
But I promise you dog
I'm a blast at your ass
And let the gun revolve
always tryin' to be real hard
always tryin' to pray to God
When they got their as* caught up in some bulls**t
And that's some bulls**t
You gotta finish it
You gon' remember this
Ain't no game I play
Poppin' shots at your ass
With the A fkin' K
nigg* watch what you say
When you talkin' to me
nigg* watch what you say
When you talkin' to C
Hook 1X
DJ Paul
Put a mask on, gone in man do the s**t 4X
Lord Imfamous
My arteries pump acid
I love to pop that plastic
Life is filled with maggots
nigg* I let you have it
With automatic havoc
While f*gg*ts ride or tag it
Boy I'm psychopathic
Milli clips big rappin'
What I got for a mackin'
For funeral compassion
Better close that casket
When I hit for that stackin'
Wanna know the business
Stay out my fkin' business
Gossip like some girls
But y'all no competition
Better pay attention
I'll cook you like a kitchen
Diss and leave you missin'
And on a murder mission
Critical condition
Got plenty ammunition
Don't need to catch you slippin'
I'll fk you up lil pimpin'
Lord have mercy hurt you with verses
Got you puntas rollin' in hearses
Hate the six we got platinum plus a
Your s**t on shelves collectin' dust a
Hook 1X
DJ Paul
Put a mask on, gone in man do the s**t 4X