Three 6 Mafia Lyrics
Three 6 Mafia Lyrics
"You Scared, Pt. 2 Lyrics"
Paralysis Lyrics
THE MILL CANNOT GRIND WITH THE WATER THAT IS PAST AND THE OLDEN GOLDEN TIMES, YEAH THE TIMES ARE ALL FORGOT SO WE LET BYGONES BE BYGONES AND WE ALL LIVE BETTER FAST LIKE ELECTRONIC BRAINS NEVER CARE ABOUT SOME BLAST IN THE AGE OF PARALYSIS THE HUMAN NATURE STIFFS TO STONE LIKE A LIQUID LAVA CONGEALS TO STONE THE HUMAN NATURE STIFFS TO STONE LIKE A LIQUID LAVA CONGEALS TO STONE
THE MILL CANNOT GRIND WITH THE WATER THAT IS PAST AND THE OLDEN GOLDEN TIMES, YEAH THE TIMES ARE ALL FORGOT SO WE LET BYGONES BE BYGONES AND WE ALL LIVE BETTER FAST LIKE ELECTRONIC BRAINS NEVER CARE ABOUT SOME BLAST IN THE AGE OF PARALYSIS THE HUMAN NATURE STIFFS TO STONE LIKE A LIQUID LAVA CONGEALS TO STONE THE HUMAN NATURE STIFFS TO STONE LIKE A LIQUID LAVA CONGEALS TO STONE
Three Six Mafia, you scared 2003 six is goin down
[Intro]
You scared hoe
what what what
You scared hoe
what what what
You scared hoe
what what what
Kickin in the door I make
them bitches hit the floor
for keys
(rpt 2x)
[Verse 1]
Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up
Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up
Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up
Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up
Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up
Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up
Means I bees the first up on the block i guess to rack it up
Pocket full of stones oh boy i gotta track it up
Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up
But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me
Girl On The Billboard Lyrics
Doo da doo doo doo a doo da doo doo doo Who is the girl wearin' nothin' but a smile and a towel In the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway Rolling down the highway in my Jimmy haulin' freight From Chicago to St Louis Lord I see her every day A double clutching weasel like me can hardly ever get a girl to look at him that way Like the girl wearin' nothin' but a smile and a towel wanna keep it up
Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up
Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough
Wishin I could rob me a bank but i ain't theif enough
I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough
That is bout the time i get my back then i need it up
Time to find another boy time i gettin a rita
[Chorus]
I think i got them scared
I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch you scared
I think that they scared of me
I think i got them scared
I think that they scared of me
Kickin in the door I make them
bitches hit the floor for keys
(rpt 2x)
[Verse 2]
Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots
Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock<
Heard you talkin loud at the tuff i guess to gang your pops
Man this ain't no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch
Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop
What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block
The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off
Pass me the gun i take the handle then saw it off
Bust in the bank and make you faint before i knock it off
Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law
I see them fuzz i see we won cause i won it all
So fucken scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh
But we don't care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall
Buckin you blastin you watch you splatter on the fucken wall
(rpt chorus)
[Verse 3]
Creepin carefully through th
Ain't no love for pity ain't nobody cut you no deal
Everyone i know they do whatever just to get a meal
Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal
Careful of the company you keep everyone a treal
Cause when robbas mobbas double jaw just to bust appeal
You got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field
Guess what i don't hang around the brothas so so mass a gil
Crunchy Black in this bitch im bout to bring the pain
Ain't no gang in my slang do you understand
Mess with me then your messin with the grownest man
Where im from from the slum niggas shootin a thang
On the run now you see me in the papers man
They was tryin to stop a nigga from doin his thang
Cant ya mug is the song that im singin man
Hypnotize got me gold diggin for the chain
Doo da doo doo doo a doo da doo doo doo Who is the girl wearin' nothin' but a smile and a towel In the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway Rolling down the highway in my Jimmy haulin' freight From Chicago to St Louis Lord I see her every day A double clutching weasel like me can hardly ever get a girl to look at him that way Like the girl wearin' nothin' but a smile and a towel
Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up
Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough
Wishin I could rob me a bank but i ain't theif enough
I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough
That is bout the time i get my back then i need it up
Time to find another boy time i gettin a rita
[Chorus]
I think i got them scared
I think that they scared of me
I think you bitch you scared
I think that they scared of me
I think i got them scared
I think that they scared of me
Kickin in the door I make them
bitches hit the floor for keys
(rpt 2x)
[Verse 2]
Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots
Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock<
David Denies Lyrics
Capo 5 C maps to G *** Introduction: F G Eb F G Eb2 *** Verse 1: G /F# /E It's what he wants but he won't say Bm F C Bb2 /C he'd rather make-believe I want to say goodbye G /F# /E It's down to her although I know Bm F C Bb2 /C she never ma
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Stand infront of your house im bout to buck you cowards on the spotCapo 5 C maps to G *** Introduction: F G Eb F G Eb2 *** Verse 1: G /F# /E It's what he wants but he won't say Bm F C Bb2 /C he'd rather make-believe I want to say goodbye G /F# /E It's down to her although I know Bm F C Bb2 /C she never ma
Heard you talkin loud at the tuff i guess to gang your pops
Man this ain't no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch
Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop
What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block
The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off
Pass me the gun i take the handle then saw it off
Bust in the bank and make you faint before i knock it off
Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law
I see them fuzz i see we won cause i won it all
So fucken scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh
But we don't care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall
Buckin you blastin you watch you splatter on the fucken wall
(rpt chorus)
[Verse 3]
Creepin carefully through th
Transfiguration Lyrics
Rain falls, a lost voice calls, the day dies alone Red blood slowly dripped down, stopped, sighed, fell to the fround Mixed with earth and became mud black blood Rain from Heaven fills the seas of Hell Cold rain runs from the sky Blood is the secret, the bond between lives Cold reign drowning the world, till the word was made flesh Lips red, to alter led, with heart light, eyes bright Now h
e street because it very real in the fieldRain falls, a lost voice calls, the day dies alone Red blood slowly dripped down, stopped, sighed, fell to the fround Mixed with earth and became mud black blood Rain from Heaven fills the seas of Hell Cold rain runs from the sky Blood is the secret, the bond between lives Cold reign drowning the world, till the word was made flesh Lips red, to alter led, with heart light, eyes bright Now h
Ain't no love for pity ain't nobody cut you no deal
Everyone i know they do whatever just to get a meal
Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal
Careful of the company you keep everyone a treal
Cause when robbas mobbas double jaw just to bust appeal
You got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field
Guess what i don't hang around the brothas so so mass a gil
Crunchy Black in this bitch im bout to bring the pain
Ain't no gang in my slang do you understand
Mess with me then your messin with the grownest man
Where im from from the slum niggas shootin a thang
On the run now you see me in the papers man
They was tryin to stop a nigga from doin his thang
Cant ya mug is the song that im singin man
Hypnotize got me gold diggin for the chain