Don't Violate

"How many, how many talk that shit"

Three 6 Mafia!

Frayser Boy

Yeah, yeah it's going down

You know what I'm sayin'?

A lot of times we use the word bitch

That goes for niggas and hoes

Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullshit

Here's what you do

Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)

If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)

Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)

If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)

And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)

And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)

And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)

And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)

<Verse 1: DJ Paul>

Now niggas man they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy

You boys is fakers, nothin' but carbon copies

When we step up in the club, niggas they play dead

Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said

It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some mother****in' hugs

Y'all niggas nicer than grandmas and ****in' ladybugs

Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club

I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this bitch (WHAT!)

<Verse 2: Juicy J>

I ain't playin' wit' you niggas, I'll put my hands on you niggas

My foot will stand on you niggas, I thought you knew we pull triggers

So why you testin' me bitches

You must be tryin' to get stitches

All on your forehead, you're cold dead

For ****in' wit' pimpin'

I'll take the back of a gun

Hit you, you startin' to run

Split you wit' two ****in' halves

You mad runnin' your tongue

I ain't no ho that be likin'

Bustin' and fightin' and bitin'

I'm like a Tennessee Titan

Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' bitch!

<Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)>

Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)

If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)

Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)

If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)

And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)

And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)

And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)

And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)

<Verse 3: Crunchy Black>

See I'm quick wit' the pistols

Shootin', ain't missin'

If I catch you slippin' then I'm going to get you mister

I ain't gon' miss ya

I'mma go and split ya

No evidence, witnesses, no pictures

Talk that shit bro

Told you I'mma get ya

Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol

Yea' I do it big, shit I'm playin' wit' your sister

Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard

<Verse 4: Frayser Boy>

Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath

****in' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death

Real niggas, yeah we is, you can come and find out

Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what the grind 'bout

Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone

Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it's on

Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy's ten toed

Leave his ass in the past nigga like Nintendo, whoa

<Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)>

Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)

If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)

Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)

If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)

And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)

And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)

And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)

And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)