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Three 6 Mafia

Bodyparts 2 (Corrected)

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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 woow woo(DJ Paul)Now when they comes to the hoodI be like black haven zoneAnd when it comes to parts of the bodyI got more than AutozoneIn the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin`Them people callin` it greenThat smoke how much I like itAgain it`s up to himI need to let some shots offIt`s DJ Paul with Teflon so take that bulletproof offWhen they jump, I pumpTo put some murderin` punksAnd then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk(Scarecrow)PlayI`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 front From the startI want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts(Gangsta Boo)Wussup mista trickDo you wanna get with this?Pimp 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 high, and 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, sayin` you so so trillYou ain`t no killaMy lyrics leave you scared to go to sleepSleepin` with the lights on, hoe you cautious of meMe and about 80 mo` motherfuckas who comin`4 and 5 vans deepWhile your bitch ass runnin`We be the Prophet, devilish, and meanin` click so tightM-Child, Orange Mound, smokin` out every night, bitch!(Juicy J)I met this dude last weekWho said he slangin` double keysAlso had a hook up on some tall, and some light green inkWhat you thinkI was tryin` to plan a robbin` spreeSo I drove a low key carTryin` to fool the streetsCurve after curveI returnTryin` not to swerveKnowin` by the hour I`ll be choppin` up my bag of herbsPlus a pure herb, AK`s, all kinds a guns`Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run(Scanman)Please don`t test these murderersSlugs I will pump in to 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 chooseWhichever 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 jet 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 hereNigga will, rob and steal, mob and killAnd it feelThey don`t feelWhat I feel, then I fillThem up withBullet lead, two to the headThen I lay them in gravesThat I digJust for themYes it is(Project Pat)Slammin` bones, throwin` licksPuttin` bitches in there clicksKaze in this motherfuckDown with 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 down but ain`t no fuckin` damn fool weRidin`, drinkin`, dankin`, bodies stankin`, I can smell it wellAnd if them police pull us over I`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 ready, I`m straight from very boneTo the motherfucka fall out on the floorSee Triple 6, It`s onBitch every mud up in a source boneI don`t wanna kill a motherfucker, 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)Motherfucker I`m K RocI dump the bodyparts into my trunkSee me after Killa Klan, seein` that K Roc solo burnMakin` up in my greenProphet Posse my niggaGimme that forty glock And I`ma jump, pullin` the triggerI see traitors lookin` at playa hatasFakin` while we blast our gatI don`t know where you`re atHey boy, 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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