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Three 6 Mafia

M.E.M.P.H.I.S. (Remix)

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[DJ Paul] Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin` Posse songNiggaz that`s down to cut some muthafuckin` heads(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town niggaAnd you know what that mean bitchMakin` easy money, pimpin` hoes is serious bitchMakin` easy money, pimpin` hoes is serious nigga[Project Pat]Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track niggaWeed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack niggaCane slanger, bitch banger, dog I`ll bring it to yaIf you got a problem with me, holla at my LugaDro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jackHit you in the head, with the gat, `til your skull crackBlood gushin`, head rushin`, act first, no discussionCome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin`[Lord Infamous]First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grimeYou slip, I Live By My Rep don`t fuck with mineDa End, the souls of men embedded inside the PosseThe Prophet, the Posse, we all collideWe brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mindIn crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayzHypno-tize, and blazed another gold plateSixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate[Juicy J]I got a 357, a tec with a black clipA 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lipsSome killaz on my side, if I tell `em they gon` getA fool violatin` the business, I ain`t wit`And now in 2000 you talkin` the same shitAnd now in 2000 I`ll bust and I won`t missThe smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifthThe grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, foolMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, yaMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, yaMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, yaMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, yaMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, yaMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, yaMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, yaMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya[Cruchy Black]You can believe this, you can believe thatAnd believe I got a baseball bat, and I`m bustin` your head blackYou believe I`m comin` strong, you believe I`m all grownYou believe, that nigga, I love to get it onYou half steppin`I got the weaponBoom! Boom! I`m blastin` at your mind to get you believe thatI love to kill, I love the thrillAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga[La Chat]No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain`t got no time fo no shitGot all my boys, don`t make no noise,just throw that trick in the ditchIt ain`t no way La Chat gon` let it slide, with the shit that you doneI got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number oneI shot that bitch without causes, ain`t got no love in my heartIt ain`t no way that I can`t handle, keep that tone in my jawThis ain`t no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get meOn one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain`t gone easy[Koopsta Knicca:]Man a bitch`ll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papersGet the fuck away from me ho because the crew can`t stand them vaporsTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitchTalkin` that shit about this man you`ll get 10 slugs up in your arm pitsYeah we can do i,t take your time and do it rightYou can gimme the fuckin` chewin`, I can fuck you all nightWanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon` startSee now that`s that type of shit that get my muh`fuckin` dick hard[T-Rock]Capital Mack-11`s, and load `em full of ammunitionTerrorist sect`s, we pull and lock`em in the ExpeditionNo set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we packNuclear pistols and fire scorchin` automatic gatsHow in the fuck can you handle the, busta damagerToss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canistersHollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shootPlus I`ll be storin` the cap for you, and trick be absolute[MC Mack]I woke up early Saturday morning,suddenly your phone was ringin` off the chargerThinkin` to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbersGot MC Mack of in a scheme, I`m stainin` for my dividendsAnd pay a livin`, neh nigga,gon` bother my cheese gon` reach the ceiling fanYou can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see meYou can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin`Fuck the reason, and the treason,time to get dirty nigga better I`ll pop itYou was gaspin` for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze[DJ Paul]Bitches think we playin`, think this killa shit a jokeDon`t fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, hoComin` with some fully auto`s, fuck some semi`sHit `em with some hollow auto`s, cause I desp-iz-iseBlastin` like some rondo batays, for you miataysKoop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizaysAnd I, perferin` keepin` busin` in my freak timeTaught `em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap whyGive you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished rightTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flightAnd I`m in a bad mood, cocaine make it thatPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with thatBitch, nigga, it`s CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse niggaWhat, what, it`s CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse niggaIt`s CP nigga it`s CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse niggaIt`s CP nigga it`s CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga

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