Three 6 Mafia — Threesixafix

[Hook: DJ Paul] 4x Southside Riders, come on out hiders We gon' quickly make you bleed [Verse 1: Gangsta Boo] So you wanna battle me in a competition that can't be completed Nigga it's meant to be the shit since I have found Prophety You niggas be jealous cause the fellas that I roll with be tight (?) never hatin' baby, smoked out parties all night I can see yo pain all over (?) blurry Kinda teary in yo eyes, that mean you out of luck On the self destruction (?) killing me softly You niggas be quick to run your mouth when you seeing me But nigga please, I ain't got time for that hoe shit Southside Riders, Prophet Posse all about gettin' rich Busta what I tell you ain't that soft shit (?) Flowin' like the blood that's in yo veins, ain't it kinda strange [Verse 2: DJ Paul] We loadin' up them .40 cal's to smoke yo ass like a Black & Mild You'll never be from the BHZ so hoe don't even not play with me (?) that wickedness, just don't forget yo fuckin' vest Animosity means a lot to me, B wanna find out, try to test Take a shot for yo head to da toe, I blast (?) no moe I outlast da (?), (?), catch 'em with a low blow Better get yourself together, we tougher than leather, you're light as a feather My enemies never survive (?) they're not clever However, I'm leavin' hoes drownin' in yo own blood A pool of fools that was poisoned by they own drugs Triple 6 in ya shit, (?) head Prophet Posse in yo face hoe, (?) [Hook: DJ Paul] 4x Southside Riders, come on out hiders We gon' quickly make you bleed [Verse 3: Juicy J] Will I survive in this motherfuckin' life? My nigga got carjacked, he wasn't strapped they bucked him twice And just like in the movie "New Jack City" with Wesley Snipes Young niggas are puttin'em tones up to yo dome in broad daylight A bitch (?) they turn a trick and leave you sick You wake up in your sleep at night and all you hear is clicks And clicks and clicks from guns and shit to make your punk ass stiff A bodybag to drag yo body, dump you in a ditch For this I watch my back from where I'm at cause niggas change This fool I used to know, he was a hoe but now he slang Big doe nun' but that coke, that pure white blow, fortune and fame The nigga joined a gang and he ain't scared to shoot that thang [Verse 4: Lord Infamous] Lyin' in my candlelit bedroom with three dead models Then I heard a noise so I put down my new Stephen King novel What could it be within there in me tempera, Infamous portraits are horrid It could not be nothin' of sanisty with (?) visions or voices the Lord sent Don't alarmed 'em, my preachers get back in the shadows, we don't want to warn them The punishment will be the ultimate suffering, summon Beelzebub to scorn them And she blackened window pane, put away the dead remains, face the verge of chase Don't scare away our company, someone wants to come play in the Black Rain Mystic killa, killa, killa Armored head to toe, armor like a armadill-ah Nina, milli, military killa Feel my strategy warfare nigga [Hook: DJ Paul] 8x Southside Riders, come on out hiders We gon' quickly make you bleed