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Three 6 Mafia

M.E.M.P.H.I.S. (Remix)

 

M.E.M.P.H.I.S. (Remix)

(专辑: Vol. 3 - Kings Of Memphis - 2000)


[DJ Paul:]
Finally, I got all real niggas on on a muthafucking Posse song
Niggas that's down to cut some muthafucking heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Making easy money, pimping hoes is serious bitch
Making easy money, pimping hoes is serious nigga

[Project Pat:]
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Caine slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushing, head rushing, act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start busting

[Lord Infamous:]
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz
Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

[Juicy J:]
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fool violating the business, I ain't wit'
And now in 2000 you talking the same shit
And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss
The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool

[Young Buck:]
First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK's and plus a drum, to leave these niggas bodies numb
I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters letting 'em know, whoa!
Picture me, naked face, kicking in your DO'
4 niggas deep, bandanas with black calicos
So, when we creep, dump cause I'mma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, Young Buck and Hypnotize your mind, blaow

Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya

[Cruchy Black:]
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm busting your head black
You believe I'm coming strong, you believe I'm all grown
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
No half stepping I gots the weapon a
Boom! Boom!
I'm blasting at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga

[La Chat:]
No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit
Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain't no way La Chat gon' let ya slide, with the shit that ya done
I got my P's on what I do to show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without no conscience, ain't got no love in my heart
It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my tongue
This ain't no threat, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy

[Koopsta Knicca:]
Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talking that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah, we can do it, take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fucking chewing, I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start
See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fucking dick hard

[T-Rock:]
Capital Mac-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition
No set a niggas got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorching automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager
Toss that bitch over the bannister, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus I'll be storing the cap for you, and trick be absolute

[MC Mack:]
I woke up early Saturday morning
Suddenly your phone was ringing off the charger
Thinking to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop or it's them robbers
Plotting MC Mack off in a scheme, I'm staining for my dividends
And pay a living, neh nigga, Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan
You can catch my in that president thing, on grizz-old when you see me
You can joke me, and provoke me, best believe you'll bleed this evening
Fuck the reason, and the treason
One time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it
You was gasping for your last breath, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze

[DJ Paul:]
These bitches think we playing, think this killa shit a joke
Gon' fuck around with HCP and get yo ass smoked, ho
Coming with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise
Blasting like some rondo batays, for yo mayates
Koop with double clicks and duct tape, and wicked wizays
And I, preferring keeping me busy in my free time
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight
And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that
Plus, I gotta eat so this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
Bitch, nigga, it's CP, nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
What, what, it's CP, nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
It's CP nigga it's CP, nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
It's CP nigga it's CP, nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga

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