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Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Bodyparts 2

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(DJ Paul)Yeah, we back up in this mothafuckaProphet motherfuckin` Posse hoeThree 6 mafia, M-ChildA whole bunch of mothafuckasAnd ready to do this shitYou wanna fuck a hoeThen Wait until you`re backWhen the war`s gone bitchYou better recognize you motherfuckin` suckasThinkin` that I`m for the 9-7Once again, it`s onBout to pull yo` motherfuckin` ass in bitchWoow, woow, woow woow woow woo(DJ Paul)Now when they comes to the hoodI be like black in my zoneNow when it comes to parts of the bodyI got more (??)In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin`And people callin` it greenThat smoke how much I like itAgain it`s up to himI need to let some shots offAnd Dj Paul with Teflon also take that bulletproof offBut when they jump, I pumpTo put some murderin` punksAnd then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunkScarecrowPlayI`ma terror from The EndI`ll watch that body explodeIf they retaliate I blastI think about you won`t find them bloody clothesKill `em thoughDon`t you knowI want to get rid of those faked up hoesIt`s the city of MemphisWatch me witness how this nigga unloadRage make me regularly, force me bloodI feed ya` hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudgeI`m nutsYou got no cripsYou got no heartyou niggas from the startI want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts(Gangsta Boo)Wussup mista trickDo you wanna get with thisPimp type ass bitch down with the Triple 6My Lexus trunk or ViperProphet Posse nothin` nicerIn this fuckin` body parts through the airCause we come to get it crunkSeveral bodies in my trunkNever denyin`, always highin`Fuck you playa hatin punksAlways stayin` on the topLook at the Billboard ChartsProphet Posse takin` overNigga now we got you high(M-Child)I don`t know youWhy the fuck you all in my grillI`m stackin` buck on you niggas, stay so so trillYou ain`t no killaMy niggas leave a scheduleGo to sleepSleepin` with the lights on, hoe you caustious of meMe and about 80 mo` motherfuckas who comin`Throwin` 5 billion (??)While your bitch ass runnin`We be the Prophet definition meanin` click so tightM-Child, Orange Mound, smokin` out every night, BITCH!!!!(Juicy J)I met this fool last weekWho said he slangin` double keysAlso had a group of bustin` all tall and some like, green inkWhat you thinkI was tryin` to plan a robbin` spreeSo I drove a low key carTryin` to fool the streetsCurve after curveI return tryin` not to swerveKnowin` by the hour I be chippin` up my bag of herbs(??) herb AK`s all kinds a gunsTill the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run(Scanman)Please don`t test these murderersSlugs I will pump at your gutScan from the Killa Klan KazeI will dump your bodyparts into my trunkLet`s go ride then play a gameWhat`s the gameThe game of namesNow which, which one would you chooseWhich ever you choose you lose, you lose(Droopy Drew Dog)First Time on the maximum, don`t be a trickTo see them hatas talk shit but they don`t know the dealDope sellaBHZ`s where I dwell-ahThey looked into the barrel of my chin black BarrettaRatta Tatta is all you heardTo see you niggas comin` upIn the (???)But watch the gameCause you don`t got no friendsDroopy Drew Dog self made to the end(Crunchy Blac)Check this hereNiggas will, rob and steal, mob and killAnd it feelThey don`t feelWhat I feel, then I fillThem buck willBullet lead two to the headThen I lay them in gravesThat I digJust for themYes it is(Project Pat)Slammin` bones, throwin` leaksPuttin` bitches in there clicksKaze in this motherfuckDown we Prophet clickClack boom doom for you hatas and you realasMossberg slug to your grillYou can feel thisTrigger happy, nappy headed, set it don`t you see meProject Pat is downBut ain`t no fuckin` damn foolWe ridin` drinkin` dankin` bodies stankin` I can smell them wellAnd if the police pull us overI`m the first to bail(Indo G)Jackin` and packin` and takin` those fakin` ass bitchesThat thinkin` that all of us is red insteadWhile I drop this trackI flack (??) I`m straight from very boneTo the motherfucka filin` outI`m the firstSee Triple 6, It`s onBitch every mud up in a source boneI don`t wanna kill a motha, betta get a motherfucker for talkin` that shitHuh, I don`t wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker for crossin` my click bitchBoogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brainsOn the motherfuckin` wood grain niggaPullin` the trigga like uhh die nigga uhh die nigga(K Roc)MotherfuckerK Roc I dump but what I see in my trunkSee me after Killa KlanSeein` that K Roc solo burnMakin` up in my greenProphet Posse my niggasGimme that forty glock In my (??) pullin` that triggaI see traitors lookin` at playa hatasFakin` while we blast our gatI don`t know where you`re atBut hata I better witness a (??)If a nigga don`t believe me, tricks afraid in front of the carTo that ditchI dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk

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