Artist：three 6 mafia Songs Title：body parts 3 Crunchy Blac Boogie Mane Frayser Boy Lil Wyte Chrome Granddaddy Souf Juicy J Project Pat DJ Paul the King of Memphis Cock ＇em up Kill ＇em and rob ＇em and beat ＇em and Dump all these body parts into my trunk Hypnotized Minds HCP Hypnotized Camp Posse We finna do this for all you thievin a** wanna be us a** *z out there Stealin motherf**ker Take ya fake asses on ni**a keep it real ni**a Make this money like we makin it ni**a Throw it down Ain＇t never been a motherf**kin b**ch Hypnotized here just to get that grip Yall *z talk cuz ya talk like a b**ch Yall *z walk cuz ya walk like a b**ch Now ain't that some sh*t ya hatin on this click You gon make a ni**a get up wit cha kid Split yo wig oh yes I did I told you you don＇t want it with a Hard Hitta kid I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks Hit a ni**a for his stash spot Took the rock ni**a was got that was the plot Dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop Open it up for closin it up I don＇t give a f**k On a daily basis I be postin it up Smokin it up choppin it to match it wit dub Give us a club Six mane tearin it up These *z misleaded I＇mma throw the first blow Leave a ni**a shirt soaked playin get cha merked hoe Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I work fo Paul & Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro Comin wit the pistols is easy we can get you guys Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy it＇s the Hypnotize HCP them my folks w**d got my eyes low If you know what I know run that sh*t to my doe We back motherf**ker we smack motherf**kers If you step in our way killaz attack motherf**ker But ya＇ll know ya＇ll done heard all that befo＇ Yall done seen the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk Lights out next to the Mississippi River plumped Duck tape hog tied wrong place wrong time Hypnotized Minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind All my muhf**kers you *z should already know I＇m the truth and out the booth never been a hoe Get yo a** flipped sideways cut ya through the doe You ain＇t know I＇m a young rich gangsta ni**a Never been one of them old type wanksta *z I＇m a smart muhf**ka ask my mama who made me A lotta *z mad cuz they know they can＇t fade me I＇m Chrome Carleone Paul & Juicy who pay me Well it＇s ya boy Grandaddy （Souf） call me Mr Man F**kin ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies See I could give a f**k about ya tossin all ya tough talkin You don＇t like me ni**a hit me in my mouth Man don＇t talk about it be about it get cha point across then Candy a** ni**a boy you softer than cotton Fight me or squash it cuz I ain＇t bout the spit boxin Hootin and hollerin like a cheerleader squadron You can＇t be like me slangin D cuz I＇m hurtin ya No competition with the Juice cuz it＇s curtains It ain＇t nothin shakin but some pimps in this bizitch That＇s why you muggin and yo face lookin pizzissed Stay bflippin cars ballin out like to shizine You stay askin questions how the hell them *z do that We smoke the best of dro while she down wit some Jack-Jack My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num Laid it down for a calendar I＇m right back at ＇em Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam *z rob kill murder steal for that ghet-ty green U S Marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head I＇m was like ＂I ain＇t did sh*t why you hatin this ＂ Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this I been doin this too long to still be strugglin livin like this F**kin off with major labels slayed me like a b**ch And these got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean hoes But still on the road doin free shows Tryna get a few spins in a few spots I growed up back in the day I wouldn＇t use my glock I hear a lotta corny sh*t on the radio That＇s because they record company wouldn＇t spend dough Yeah my label got a hook up wit MTV But they just keep forgettin to tell ＇em bout me They try to play like it＇s love and it＇s family 404

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