MEMPHIS Lyrics by Three 6 Mafia

MEMPHIS Lyrics

    [DJ Paul] (Crunchy Black)
    Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
    Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
    (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*repeats through whole song*]
    From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
    And you know what that mean bitch
    Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
    Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga

    [Project Pat]
    Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
    Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
    Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
    If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger
    Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
    Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
    Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
    Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'

    [Lord Infamous]
    First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
    You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine
    Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
    The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
    We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
    In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz
    Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
    Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

    [Juicy J]
    I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
    A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
    Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
    A fiend wiolatin' the business, I ain't wit'
    And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit
    And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss
    They smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill
    The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors

    [MC Mack]
    First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
    Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
    I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
    And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA!
    Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your door
    4, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos
    So, when we creep, drop cause I'ma hit you nine times
    Take your nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind, blow

    [Cruchy Black]
    You can believe this, you can believe that
    And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black
    You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown
    You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
    You half steppin'
    I got the weapon
    Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that
    I love to kill, I love the thrill
    And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga

    [La Chat]
    No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit
    Got all my boys, don't make no noise,
    just throw that trick in the ditch
    It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done
    I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
    I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart
    It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
    This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
    On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy

    [Koopsta Knicca:]
    Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
    Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors
    Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
    Talkin' that shit about this
    man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
    Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right
    You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night
    Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start
    See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard

    [T-Rock]
    Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
    Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition
    No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack
    Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
    How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager
    Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
    Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
    Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute

    [MC Mack]
    I woke up early Saturday morning,
    suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger
    Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers
    Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends
    And pay a livin', neh nigga,
    gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan
    You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me
    You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'
    Fuck the reason, and the treason,
    time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it
    You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze

    [DJ Paul]
    Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke
    Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
    Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
    Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise
    Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays
    Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays
    And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time
    Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
    Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right
    Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight
    And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that
    Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
    Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga
    HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
    What, what, it's CP nigga
    HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga

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