Three 6 Mafia — Love to Make a Stang

[Hook: Lord Infamous] Because me really love to make a stang Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane Because me really love to make a stang Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane Because me really love to make a stang Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane Because me really love to make a stang Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane Because me really love to make a stang Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane Because me really love to make a stang Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya mane [Verse 1: DJ Paul] I'm scopin' out ya busta cause I got no love f-izz-or ya I got green Chevy wid a trunk that'll hold ya, down 'Til I reach my part of town Blackside bound clown Shoot ya down, have ya ever heard the sound Of a S-K auto round, trick Ditch a bitch in a second click, quick On a rapper for the hell of it Similar to love that I got for Three six Sixness in the heart of me Cause my b-izz-ody wid a love for robbery [Verse 2: Lord Infamous, AKA Scarecrow] Scarecrow wid the cloudy smoke flyin' out my mouth The little hundred rounds give it to me now, or me pow Me cock a slug, drop you in thee mud, in thee blood Eventually you pass away and then me choke on me bud Me wonder why smokin' this thunder Makes me go and hunt out a nigga for money I start to share out all ah the money And me do not stop until that bloody Sunday No matter sunshine or rain Mane shut the fuck up and give me everythang Hook (4x) [Verse 3: Juicy J] Back in the days, as a kid I played "stick 'em up" Now I'm gettin' buck, gained nuts Robbin' armored trucks Walkin' through the streets of Hyde Park When it's pitch dark Comin' out the cuts, wid a gat When I'm ready to rob Hard to my job I was makin' bustas think twice Thinkin' that I'm fuckin' nice Knowin' I'll make they body ice cold Then throw 'em in the hideaway where bodies lay Wid them thangs, we'll split ya brain When we stang [Outro] 5x Because me real-, because me real- Because me real-, because me really love to make a stang