Hoe, kill that nigga, hoe!
....w-w-w-w-will blast if a.....
Three six mafia, mafia...
....w-w-w-w-will blast if a.....
Three six mafia, mafia...
[DJ Paul]
Say hello to mr. mafia
(..??..) we be watchin ya
And we quick to beat a bang bang rookie, huh
Trick,
(??) lay a cookie you be
(...??...)
[Gangsta Boo]
You guys can't play with Gangsta Boo
Comin to you with a whole buncha shit that's gon fuck your ass up
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga get buckwild in this muthafucka
Let me see ya do your stuff
[Juicy J/Da Juice]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Will blast if a muthafucka have to
Tie your body up with the string from your tennis shoes
Juicy J, in the house, puffin on a light coo
Who so wanna step to the click, it's a murder boo
[Crunchy Black]
Who I be, it's Crunchy Black
You'll know who I am when I come up from the back
Kickin dough, makin hoes, layin down
Cuz I gotta have a muthafuckin pocket fat
[Lord Infamous/Scarecrow]
I'm a
(??) Lord Infamous, the Scarecrow
Demons be dancin round my throne
Gotta know why everytime I see your face
I'ma spray like war, bring it on
[Koopsta Nicca]
Who that be between then trees tryin to take a peek at me
(??) if you from these other realms
I tell your group you have nothing left
Writer(s): Lola Mitchell, Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Ricky Dunigan, Darnell Carlton, Robert Cooper, Paul Duane Beauregard
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