Three 6 Mafia — Barrin You Bitches

[Hook: DJ Paul] I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk off plenty funk I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches [Verse 1: DJ Paul] My nigga silent night, deadly night That's when I start creepin' like a hitman Scope my man then I toss the dynamite Bitches yall ain't got the guns Bitches yall ain't got the funds Fuckin' around with Three to Six I'll make you niggas duck and run Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin' I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks Straight ho nigga, flat broke nigga Make his eyes close I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin' Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin' How you bumpin' our shit then you turn around an you diss? You wouldn't want to step we been in this shit you rookie bitch Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy I ain't sayin your name you know who you are Lil' Boy In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan [Hook] I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches [Verse 3: Juicy J] Now I ain't fucked up bout these niggas dissin' Cause a nigga givin these blessings See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a fuckin' weapon Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later Probably I should call the boys Tell them to bring them toys We gonna bust them bitches and fold them up like aluminium foil And keep loadin them guns Takin em one by one Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks until the job is done [Verse 4: Lord Infamous] Take em' on a lyrical holocaust Infamous just a mafia boss Nigga walk around with his head blown off Call me the wicked ass lord of farce Nigga run up get his ass ripped apart Infamous cold 'cause he got no heart Coming through the ho, ain't no motherfuckin bars Fall through the underground, cut and scarred Foes be froze in a permanent dose These bitches blow me outta their clothes Call me the nigga with the dirty nose Then I unload da .44 up them foes Ain't no playin' with you motherfuckin' hoes Better slow that row, 'cause you hoes don't know But the Infamous know you So and So's and Toe and Toe I take yo soul [Hook] I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches [Verse 5: Koopsta Knicca] Ahh... Stack these verses up on my head see, heard dat? Ask me if I'm motherfuckin' scared, nigga, hell yeah! Jumped up out the bed cause ain't no sofa bed in this ya heard? This sounds, man, no 4 clickas I ain't going out like no bitch Ain't no exit out this place like that fog up in my face Ain't no rollin' like no sissy, ain't no busta bitch, OK? Grab that gat, cock the handle back, actin' like I'm crazed So I hand it at they face like a third grader ape [Hook]