Текст песни Three 6 Mafia f Project Pat - They Don`t Fuck Wit U
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(DJ Paul) [Intro Repeat 2X]Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangstaGangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangstaGangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangstaGangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrateGangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate(DJ Paul) [Verse 1]I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to restFuckin` wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-XNiggaz be talkin` but in the end I like fuck `em upIn the beginnin` they could`ve survived but they had no nutsBitch where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in`Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin` but hoe is showin`Too fuckin` light, too fuckin` light to try to fightStick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life[Verse 2] (Juicy J)Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin` scared cuz we don`t play aroundNever wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the groundPeople say you buck but we all know that`s just that liquor broNiggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin` that snowIf a member call me then I`m gonna pack my yawks and rollRide down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body coldFoo this ain`t no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grillHigh cappin` and dissin` in yo rappin` just might get ya killed(Chorus 2X)They don`t fuck wit you like ya fucked with themYo pockets tore down from limb to limbYou got no ends, now you got no friendsNow its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in[Verse 3] (Project Pat)Whachu doin` round hea? My nigga I gotta get yaFresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin`, so I split yaHead to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the restNo understandin`, Projects the greedy, ya could be nextI`m robbin` victims with of the face of a ???No hesitatin`, I come out buckin` so watch the nineOff in East Memphis transactin` bizness I know you straightI`m buckin` you fakers who ain`t got cheese, the ones I hate[Verse 4] (Lord Infamous)Could it be me, could it be somethin` in the fuckin` airIm seein` niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin` everywhereYou wanna know if the Lord is mackin` or a fuckin` playerI`m keepin` all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin` prayersEverywhere that I go I`m gettin` all these evil staresI`m sick of all of these hatin` muthafuckas in my hairAll in my bizness, God is my witness I don`t even careCause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeahRepeat Chorus 2X[Verse 5] (Koopsta Knicca)Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I`m seriously pimpin`Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin` mo bitches than London got bridgesSend this to you niggas so you besta listen wellTouch me and you`ll die see you can burn wit me in hellThis hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that`ve lost itSpl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off itCall Chris mane, shit dump `em in a ditchWitness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders[Verse 6] (Crunchy Blac)My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks againHe kickin` in doors, he lookin` for him some dividendsHe kidnappin` hoes so he can make him some money maneAnd fuckin` wit him is like fuckin` wit somethin` differentYa gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be roughLike ash to ash nigga, and dust to dustIn gats we trust nigga, it really ain`t much niggaCuz talkin` to us nigga, we blowin` ya upRepeat Chorus 2X(Til fade)I`m smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I`m blown