Three 6 Mafia - M. E. M. P. H. I. S. Lyrics
[dj paul] (crunchy black)Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a mutha*****in posse songNiggaz thats down to cut some mutha*****in heads(mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*repeats through whole song*]From hear to atl, to nashville, back to the m-town niggaAnd you know what that mean *****Makin easy money, pimpin hoes is serious *****Makin 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, ***** banger, dog Ill bring it to yaIf you got a problem with me, holla at my lugerDro 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 dont ***** 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, crazednlazdayzHeypno-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 fiend wiolatin the business, I aint witAnd now in 2000 you talkin the same shitAnd now in 2000 Ill bust and I wont missThey smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fillThe grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors[mc mack]First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the tonTwo aks, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numbI dont talk this shit for fun, ***** it back and let it goAnd 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin em know, whoa!Picture me, ***** face, to kickin in your door4, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicosSo, when we creep, drop cause ima hit you nine timesTake your nine lives, bump up and hypnotize your mind, blow[cruchy black]You can believe this, you can believe thatAnd believe I got a baseball bat, and Im bustin your head blackYou believe Im comin strong, you believe Im all grownYou believe, that nigga, I love to get it onYou half steppinI got the weaponBoom! boom! Im 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 *****, aint got no time fo no shitGot all my boys, dont make no noise,Just throw that trick in the ditchIt aint 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 ***** number oneI shot that ***** without causes, aint got no love in my heartIt aint no way that I cant handle, keep that tone in my jawThis aint no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get meOn one of you hoes, before you come, la chat aint gone easy[koopsta knicca:]Man a *****ll take that lil bit out her ***** for them papersGet the ***** away from me ho because the crew cant stand them vaporsTake her, break her, to whip that funky *****Talkin that shit about thisMan youll get 10 slugs up in your arm pitsYeah we can do i,t take your time and do it rightYou can gimme the *****in chewin, I can ***** you all nightWanna fight about your friends see how them *****es gon startSee now thats that type of shit that get my muh*****in dick hard[t-rock]Capital mack-11s, and load em full of ammunitionTerrorist sects, we pull and lockem in the expeditionNo set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we packNuclear pistols and fire scorchin automatic gatsHow in the ***** can you handle the, butsa damagerToss that ***** over the banaster, like trash canistersHollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shootPlus Ill 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 ***** or cop, or is it them robbersGot mc mack of in a scheme, Im stainin for my dividendsAnd pay a livin, neh nigga,Gon bother my cheese gon reach the ceilling 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***** the reason, and the treason,Time to get dirty nigga better Ill pop itYou was gaspin for your life, but all I heard was killa klan kaze[dj paul]*****es think we playin, think this killa shit a jokeDont ***** around with hcp and get you ass smoked, hoComin with some fully autos, ***** some semisHit em with some hollow autos, 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 Im in a bad mood, cocaine make it thatPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that*****, nigga, its cp niggaHcp, hypnotize camp posse niggaWhat, what, its cp niggaHcp, hypnotize camp posse nigga
