[Intro] {How many, how many talk that s***} [repeated throughout the intro]
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 b****
That goes for n***** and hoes
Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullshit
Here's what you do
[Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)]
Put your foot up they a** (what)
Foot up they a** (what)
If these b****** actin' bad
Put your foot up they a** (yep) [2x]
And tell that hoe (Don't violate me hoe, don't violate) [4x]
[DJ Paul]
Now n***** 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, n***** they play dead
'Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said
It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some m***********' hugs
Y'all n***** nicer than grandmas and f*****' ladybugs
Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club
I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this b**** WHAT!
[Juicy J]
I aint playin' wit' you n*****
I'll put my hands on you n*****
My foot will stand on you n*****
I thought you knew we pull triggers
So why you testin' me b******
You must be tryin' to get stitches
All on your forehead, you're cold dead
For f*****' wit' pimpin'
I'll take the back of a gun
Hit you, you startin' to run
Split you wit' two f*****' halves
You mad runnin' your tongue
I ain't no hoe that be likin'
Bustin' and fightin' and bitin'
I'm like a Tennessee t**an
Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' b****!
[Hook]
[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'ma go and split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no pictures
Talk that s*** bro
Told you I'ma get ya
Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol
Yea' I do it big, s*** I'm playin' wit' your sister
Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard
[Frayser Boy]
Pick his a** up, drop him off on his last breath
f*****' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death
Real n*****, yeah we is, you can come and find out
Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what my mind '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 a** in the past n**** like Nintendo, whoa
[Hook]
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 b****
That goes for n***** and hoes
Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullshit
Here's what you do
[Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)]
Put your foot up they a** (what)
Foot up they a** (what)
If these b****** actin' bad
Put your foot up they a** (yep) [2x]
And tell that hoe (Don't violate me hoe, don't violate) [4x]
[DJ Paul]
Now n***** 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, n***** they play dead
'Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said
It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some m***********' hugs
Y'all n***** nicer than grandmas and f*****' ladybugs
Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club
I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this b**** WHAT!
[Juicy J]
I aint playin' wit' you n*****
I'll put my hands on you n*****
My foot will stand on you n*****
I thought you knew we pull triggers
So why you testin' me b******
You must be tryin' to get stitches
All on your forehead, you're cold dead
For f*****' wit' pimpin'
I'll take the back of a gun
Hit you, you startin' to run
Split you wit' two f*****' halves
You mad runnin' your tongue
I ain't no hoe that be likin'
Bustin' and fightin' and bitin'
I'm like a Tennessee t**an
Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' b****!
[Hook]
[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'ma go and split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no pictures
Talk that s*** bro
Told you I'ma get ya
Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol
Yea' I do it big, s*** I'm playin' wit' your sister
Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard
[Frayser Boy]
Pick his a** up, drop him off on his last breath
f*****' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death
Real n*****, yeah we is, you can come and find out
Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what my mind '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 a** in the past n**** like Nintendo, whoa
[Hook]