Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak n#gg#s perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak n#gg#s perpetrate
I grab my swatter, I swat this bug, he laid to rest
f#ckin’ with T-R-I-P-L-E S-I-X
n#gg#s be talkin’, but in the end I like f#ck ’em up
In the beginnin’ they could’ve survived, but they had no nuts
b#tch, where you graduated from? I said a school of hoein’
‘Cause in your face, off in the streets, ain’t nothin’ but ho is showin’
Too f#ckin’ light, too f#ckin’ light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with nines and take your life
Yea we know you n#gg#s are f#ckin’ scared cuz we don’t play around
People say you buck but we all know that’s just that liquor bro
n#gg#s swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin’ 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 cappin’ and dissin’ in your rappin’ just might get you killed
They don’t f#ck with you like you f#cked 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 #ss in
They don’t f#ck with you like you f#cked 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 #ss in
What you doin’ round here? My n#gg#, I gotta get you
Fresh out of jailin’, my mind on bailin’, so I split you
Head to the meeting, give to the needy, so f#ck the rest
No understandin’, Project’s the greedy, you could be next
I’m robbin’ victims with a bare face, super swift ’bout mine
No hesitatin’, I come out buckin’, so watch the nine
Off in East Memphis transactin’ business I know you straight
I’m buckin’ you fakers who ain’t got cheese, the ones I hate
Could it be me, could it be somethin’ in the f#ckin’ air?
I’m seein’ n#gg#s, them n#gg#s bodies flyin’ everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is mackin’ or a f#ckin’ player
I’m keepin’ all of you m#th*rf#ck*rs in my f#ckin’ prayers
Everywhere that I go I’m gettin’ all these evil stares
I’m sick of all of these hatin’ m#th*rf#ck*rs in my hair
All in my business, God is my witness, I don’t even care
‘Cause all you b#tches, you get the blam, died, hell yeah
They don’t f#ck with you like you f#cked 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 #ss in
They don’t f#ck with you like you f#cked 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 #ss in
Deep, deep in them trenches of Memphis where I’m seriously pimpin’
The Koopsta, the Knicca breakin’ more b#tches than London got bridges
Send this to you n#gg#s, 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 n#gg#s that’ve lost it
Spli-zat ya-zo iz-ass, will [?] off it
Call Chris mane, sh#t, dump ’em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders
My n#gg# CB he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin’ in doors, he lookin’ for him some dividends
He kidnappin’ hoes so he can make him some money mane
And f#ckin’ wit him is like f#ckin’ wit somethin’ different
Ya gotta be tough, n#gg# ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash n#gg#, and dust to dust
In gats we trust n#gg#, it really ain’t much n#gg#
Cuz talkin’ to us n#gg#, we blowin’ ya up
They don’t f#ck wit you like ya f#cked 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 #ss in
They don’t f#ck wit you like ya f#cked 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 #ss in
I’m smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I’m blown
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Three 6 Mafia Lyrics – They Don’t f#ck Wit U