Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Where Da Killaz Hang
Three 6 Mafia - Where Da Killaz Hang слова песни
ChorusI represent where them killaz hang(Lord Infamous)The ganja I`m chokin`The laws`ll get brokenThe pussies are openThe killas is scopin`The (?) is smokin`Is bloodily soakin`The ScarecrowThe sickerThe Snizote I`m locin`We up in the atticMy victim in panicThey try to get franicGot blowed off the planetThey don`t understand itSoldiers can`t stand itThat`s how I planned itFuck you goddamnitMy automaticReady for staticBlastery tragicHave you in plasticWay my mind be twistedGot me itchin` gotta have itNiggas want to approach Lord InfamousBut I am loco I will blowYour head off your shoulders(Project Pat)Mister murderer robbersNiggas with some chargesYou fake mothafuckasWe gonna finish what you startedYo heart is a nigga setBitch you best ah have a gatSmoke a niggaWith that triggaMemphis nigga Project PatI`m down like the Kamakaze souldier on a killin` spreeOnce we get into it dogYou gonna have to murder meWho I beI`m hidin` in the bushes layin`Push us to the groundGhetto clownOff your blood you shall drownChorus(Koopsta Knicca)Too dim not todayNow the koopstas off the streetsOnly real G`s close to meHe`s (?)People sayin` folksTryin` to take me as a jokeBut this pimp shit bitchCan`t go I ti-zook all of you hoesLoadin` up my mindDaily fuckin` my patienceRunnin` from my visitationsJust the coo fool can ya face meClaim to be my friendWhen ya takin` a second lookI guess it`s on thenBig bizness bitchNo money on my bookManne this shit is hecticSo I`m callin` up to gotMe and my charge partna boogaHe`s a rapper down with usParty (?) 17`s where I dwellStale (?) on my shelfI`m fellin` as if I`m in hellYea soon I be bailedPale well if it`s swellTriple platinum with the (?)Deja Vu fuck when I leftOh me isn`t this a binitchPlease excuse me for my frenechBut you writin` all these lyricsIf ya hear me then ya feel meChorus(Crunchy Black)In the hood where I dwellAnd I dwell real wellFor you playa hatin` ass bitchesManne you might as well burn in hellWhen you smell the aroma>From them blunts when I hit cornersDon`t you duckDon`t you dodgeCuase it`s only gonna beMurder murder on my mindLeavin` blank in the passWhen you drop that fuckin` glassManne I bet`cha I kill yo assNigga pop with the glockIn a pine fuckin` boxDon`t you try to call the fuckin` copCause a nigga ain`t gonna stop(Project Pat)Shootin`, cappin`, jack and chillLettin` you so calleds know the dealHollow tips yo ass gonna feelRoll yo dice bitch and you realFuckin` with the click, the crew, the clanYou gon` recognizeG`s swangin` out they treesHave you stankin` with the fliesCries comin` up out yo mouthBut they muffled by the toneWhen I pull the trigga backYou enter the enternal zoneSouthside killasAlways stayin` strapped with them thangsProject PatMemphis, TennesseeWhere them killaz hangChorus