LYRICS
Yea! (Yea)
Three Six (Six)
Boogie Mane (Mane)
Hypnotize
Mindz (Tize Mindz)
You know.. (You know)
Niggaz get scared when they see these hard hittas (Hard Hittas)
Walk up in the mother****ing club we comin to repossess and possess it (Possess and possess it)
They start talking like girls and shit (And shit)[Woman]
You cant touch me
Stand back
No!!! [2x][DJ Paul]
Yeah[Hook 2x]
They got scared when these hard hittas came in
They got chains but they all tucked in
We got them thangs and we brought 'em all in
These niggaz play dead when they hear we came in (Came in)[Crunchy Blac]
See I'm a hard hitta yes
I amAnd I dont really ****ing give a damn
About you and how you ****ing rock shit
I put a 45 that make you ****ing stop dead
You wanna ******* it go ahead and ******* it
Dont make a nigga like me make you drop it
I'm ten toes
I'm from tha
M-****-Town
We gangster walkin
You hear the mother****ing gangster sound
Its ashes to ashes dust to dust
The gats we trust
Y'all dont really wanna bust
I see you and your crew ****ing in da club
You tuck in yo chainz you must be some sissy club
Do you wanna go to war bitch & spit some blood
You talkin that shit like a ****ing slut
You talk shit then you might as well bring shit
I shut this mother****ing club down for you bitch![Hook 2x][DJ Paul](Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Now if you wonder why so many diss
HypnotizeIts cause them haters ain't eatinthey on some mother****ing diets
A lot them is really sick
I think they got amnesia
Cause on Sunday they diss ya
But come Monday they need ya
Quit tellin lies to the public
If you could rewind your life back
You probably be wit me on this track
But I ain't come here my nigga for no sorrow no wounds
But im'a stay bumpin till
I bump by head on my tool
Fo' real![Juicy J]
Niggaz wanna blame us cause they ain't famous
They wanna ride a new whip instead of catchin the matter bus
So why I gotta take the blame for lame ass niggaz not havin things
Maybe you need to boost some clothes get yourself some pocket change
I know you like them fairy tales say you make the three six sell
So while my pockets still on swoll you reachin in the garbage pale
Player I'm not your friend wit' it name a price and
J'll spend it
Get yourself a nine to five and try your luck on a lottery ticket[Boogiemane]
What's up bitches
Wanna be bad as the next nigga
True facts you ain't gettin shit but blackened chicken
Buck niggaz catchin the cut when
I rush niggaz
Jump niggaz thinkin you cool you chump niggaz
Nigga that im'a get nine to get mine
If you hood dog off in the club
I'm on cocaine
Pine in my mouth ****ing up your cloud and get paid
Wit' the same place to call our own and get away
Whats the deal dog
I be bout buckin and getting crunk
And really dog
I could care less about stunts
In my trunk though where you gon' ride after the show
Ain't no punk goes so
I suppose you'll get throwed by some elbows
**** it I'll fill his ass wit' holes on that funk blow throwin high low
Like I'm a pro get crunk dog get buck dog
But actin like a mother****ing fool gon' get you jumped dog