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three 6 mafia - bodyparts 2 lyrics

[dj paul]
yeah, we back up in this mothaf-cka
prophet motherf-ckin’ posse hoe
three 6 mafia, m-child
a whole bunch of mothaf-ckas
and ready to do this sh-t
you wanna f-ck a hoe
then wait until you’re back
when the war’s gone b-tch
you better recognize you motherf-ckin’ suckas
thinkin’ that i’m for the 9-7
once again, it’s on
bout to pull yo’ motherf-ckin’ -ss in b-tch
woow, woow, woow woow woow woo

[dj paul]
now when they comes to the hood
i be like black in my zone
now when it comes to parts of the body
i got more (??)
in the middle of fashion i got to keep it like rockin’
and people callin’ it green
that smoke how much i like it
again it’s up to him
i need to let some shots off
and dj paul with teflon also take that bulletproof off
but when they jump, i pump
to put some murderin’ punks
and then i dump all his bodyparts into my trunk

scarecrow
play
i’ma terror from the end
i’ll watch that body explode
if they retaliate i blast
i think about you won’t find them bl–dy clothes
kill ’em though
don’t you know
i want to get rid of those faked up hoes
it’s the city of memphis
watch me witness how this n-gg- unload
rage make me regularly, force me blood
i feed ya’ hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge
i’m nuts
you got no crips
you got no heart
you n-gg-s from the start
i want to fill my f-cking backyard with your bodyparts

[gangsta boo]
wussup mista trick
do you wanna get with this
pimp type -ss b-tch down with the triple 6
my lexus trunk or viper
prophet posse nothin’ nicer
in this f-ckin’ body parts through the air
f-ck you playa hatin punks
i was layin’ on the top
look at the billboard charts
prophet posse takin’ over
n-gg- now we got you high

[m-child]
i don’t know you,
why the f-ck you all in my grill,
i’m stayin, buck on you
n-gg-z say you so so treal,
you ain’t no killa,
my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep,
sleepin’ with the lights on,
hoe you contious of me,me and about 80 mo’ m-th-f-ckaz who comin’,
4 and 5 vans deep, while ya b-tch -ss runnin’,
we be the prophet devilish and meanin’ click so tight,
m-child orange mound,
smokin’ out evey night…b-tch!!!!

[juicy j]
i met this fool last week
who said he slangin’ double keys
also had a group of bustin’ all tall and some like, green ink
what you think
i was tryin’ to plan a robbin’ spree
so i drove a low key car
tryin’ to fool the streets
curve after curve
i return tryin’ not to swerve
knowin’ by the hour i be chippin’ up my bag of herbs
(??) herb ak’s all kinds a guns
till the n-gg- pulled his car to the side and stopped the run

[scanman]
please don’t test these murderers
slugs i will pump at your gut
scan from the killa klan kaze
i will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
let’s go ride then play a game
what’s the game
the game of names
now which, which one would you choose
which ever you choose you lose, you lose

[droopy drew dog]
first time on the maximum, don’t be a trick
to see them hatas talk sh-t but they don’t know the deal
dope sella
b h p’s while i dwella
they looked into the barrel of my chin black barretta
ratta tatta is all you heard
to see you n-gg-s comin’ up
in the (??)
but watch the game
cause you don’t got no friends
droopy drew dog self made to the end

[crunchy blac]
check this here
n-gg-s will, rob and steal, mob and kill
and it feel
they don’t feel
what i feel, then i fill
them buck will
bullet lead two to the head
then i lay them in graves
that i dig
just for them
yes it is

[project pat]
slammin’ bones, throwin’ leaks
puttin’ b-tches in there clicks
kaze in this motherf-ck
down we prophet click
clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas
mossberg slug to your grill
you can feel this
trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don’t you see me
project pat is down
but ain’t no f-ckin’ d-mn fool
we ridin’ drinkin’ dankin’ bodies stankin’ i can smell them well
and if the police pull us over
i’m the first to bail

[indo g]
jackin’ and packin’ and takin’ those fakin’ -ss b-tches
that thinkin’ that all of us is red instead
while i drop this track
i flack (??) i’m straight from very bone
to the motherf-cka filin’ out
i’m the first
see triple 6, it’s`on
b-tch every mud up in a source bone
i don’t wanna kill a motha, betta get a motherf-cker for talkin’ that
sh-t
huh, i don’t wanna kill a motherf-cker, betta get a motherf-cker for
crossin’ my click b-tch
boogety boogety bang bang n-gg- blew your brains
on the motherf-ckin’ wood grain n-gg-
pullin’ the trigga like uhh die n-gg- uhh die n-gg-

[k roc]
motherf-cker
k roc i dump but what i see in my trunk
see me after killa klan
seein’ that k roc solo burn
makin’ up in my green
prophet posse my n-gg-s
gimme that forty glock
in my (??) pullin’ that trigga
i see traitors lookin’ at playa hatas
fakin’ while we blast our gat
i don’t know where you’re at
but hata i better witness a (??)
if a n-gg- don’t believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car
to that ditch
i dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk

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