Текст песни Three 6 Mafia f Gangsta Blac, M-Child - Last Man Standing
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Chorus (4x): You don`t know me My weapon`s here to tell ya[Lord Infamous]Torture til they gone, never stay alone, killas, laser chromeHunting in the zone, where the enemies roam,Massacre the town, fire all yo rounds, make em all fall down,Please don`t make a sound, hear the Devil growlPlease don`t go to sleep, never go to sleepYou may not awake cause I`m goin to take you deep down beneathThe Scarecrow`s in the woods, creeping through the woodsCreeping through yo hood, please don`t be so scaredGo and take a lookI got behind the steel, may I be forgived, I didn`t mean to killNow I wipe your bone and blood off my windshieldI`m sitting in the park, fire on the lost, watching body partsBurning into sparks, bloodied on my sawLord Infamous is me, psychpathically, driven in the mindSeek and you shall find my evil is blindCause I give a fuck less, color of your flesh, I just want to messUp your fuckin chest with my jet black techChorus 4x[Gangsta Boo]Playa what you know about the south side?Not a damn thing, but yo ass do not realizeSouth is takin over, nigga, squashin all this bullshitNorth, east, west, it`s all good, gotta representComin with the quickness, oh my goodness, it`s this gangsta bitchNever solo only roll with niggaz down with Triple 6What you gettin jealous fo?Nigga you don`t know me soBustin so Mafia World, Mafia makin money ho[Juicy J]Yeah, this Triple 6 Mafia click it`s realFool it ain`t nothin fakeWe tote them glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitateYou wanna run up to this click and talk that ?flodge? and shitAnd have yo ass tied up and thrown away off in a ditchOr see me bitch, drop to yo feet while you flow 20 deepDeep in the Mississippi River wrapped up in a sheetAnd then ya know the Last Man Standin can`t be you or meHow could fuck with this and my fuckin N-i-n-e?BEEYATCH!Chorus 4x[D.J. Paul]The Last Man Standin`ll never be part of the B.O.N.EComin from that ? 4-0, searchin for my enem-enyNiggaz tryin to come quick, shut it up you fixin to die trick40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya to the brains, you fixin to die, bitchHuh, in the Mid-south we cannot see ya, may never wanna be yaWhen you come up out that Chevy with yo draws offSawed-offs we be aimin, never with yo games-esAutomatic my brains is, shootin yo fuckin brains inThree 6 mutha fuckin Mafia, fools we gon rocket yaWanna after party ain`t no stoppin usComin from the M, ain`t no love for her or himHere`s a blast from that blastMan I doubt ya even last in the pastYou thought you had some characters, fuckin the wrong click6 niggaz gonna carry ya, I bury yaBitches alive after the rest of demandsThe Three 6 Mafia, the last to standAfter the war is overChorus 4x[Gangsta Blac]Deuce, deuce down, drinkin crown with the Texas thugsScrugs, ain`t no love, catch me slummed of them fuckin drugsBoys Club bound, lost and found, biggest man aroundNever try to break me down, ?tre 8? though, gon fuckin clownYou don`t know this niggaWhat, malt liquor got you thinkin strange?Rico with that fo-fo through the d-z-oor, you don`t know this manG-a-n-g-s-t-a, bitch, glorified shit, trickAin`t no need for this cause a man will kill you quickNigga![M-Child]It`s almost nightfall, let me slip on my murderer mugsA smile to a frown make a nigga think that I`m on drugsOrange Mound where I be, Mackin Child is who I beA young to arrested got you stressin to my mysteryPsycho kids split yo wig, all over the mighty dollarFuckin with my Devil this ho let this beam up out yo collarComin deep, Mafia deep, puttin you niggaz to fuckin sleepA bomb in yo pager, now watch it blow when the Child beepBITCH!Chorus