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Three 6 Mafia

They Don't Fuck Wit U

 

They Don't Fuck Wit U

(album: Choices - 2001)


[DJ Paul:]
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggas perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggas perpetrate

I grab my swatter, I swat this bug, he laid to rest
Fucking with T-R-I-P-L-E S-I-X
Niggas be talking, but in the end I like fuck 'em up
In the beginning they could've survived, but they had no nuts
Bitch, where you graduated from? I said a school of hoeing
'Cause in your face, off in the streets, ain't nothing but ho is showing
Too fucking light, too fucking light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with nines and take your life

[Juicy J:]
Yea we know you niggas are fucking scared cuz we don't play around
Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro
Niggas swear you hype but all that hyper is from hitting that snow
If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on your block and close up shop and leave your body cold
Fool, this ain't no game, so tuck your chain and, coward, hide your grill
High capping and dissing in your rapping just might get you killed

They don't fuck with you like you fucked with them
Your pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don't fuck with you like you fucked with them
Your pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

[Project Pat:]
What you doing round here? My nigga, I gotta get you
Fresh out of jailing, my mind on bailing, so I split you
Head to the meeting, give to the needy, so fuck the rest
No understanding, Project's the greedy, you could be next
I'm robbing victims with a bare face, super swift 'bout mine
No hesitating, I come out bucking, so watch the nine
Off in East Memphis transacting business I know you straight
I'm bucking you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate

[Lord Infamous:]
Could it be me, could it be something in the fucking air?
I'm seeing niggas, them niggas bodies flying everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is macking or a fucking player
I'm keeping all of you motherfuckers in my fucking prayers
Everywhere that I go I'm getting all these evil stares
I'm sick of all of these hating motherfuckers in my hair
All in my business, God is my witness, I don't even care
'Cause all you bitches, you get the blam, died, hell yeah

They don't fuck with you like you fucked with them
Your pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don't fuck with you like you fucked with them
Your pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

[Koopsta Knicca:]
Deep, deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimping
The Koopsta, the Knicca breaking more bitches than London got bridges
Send this to you niggas, so you best to listen well
Touch me and you'll die, see, you'll burn with me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it
Spli-zat ya-zo iz-ass, will [?] off it
Call Chris mane, shit, dump 'em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders

[Crunchy Black:]
My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again
He kicking in doors, he looking for him some dividends
He kidnapping hoes so he can make him some money mane
And fucking wit him is like fucking wit something different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga
Cuz talking to us nigga, we blowing ya up

They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown

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