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three 6 mafia - smoked out, loced out lyrics

[background samples]
triple 6 mafia, mafia
smoked out, loced out

[verse 1: gangsta blac]
woke up early tuesday morning from the devil shyt
(?) hit the track, i got a sack, now where is triple 6?
ridin’ through the park tryin’ to find a n-gg- at the store
cheese is what i’m makin’ cause i’m wakin’ up (?) floor
if you think i’m lyin’ or you think that you can test nuts
paul with da .45 shoot him in his f-ckin’ guts
(?) insane in the brain, all aboard on the train
funky town, funky town, gotta stop, get a pack
now i’m high, really high, mane i’m about the south
south park, gangsta blac, triple 6, smoked out
loced out!
[verse 2: lord infamous]
… triple 6 times the six thousand degrees
the triple 6 mafia droppin’ the weight on yo -ss
like a million oz.s
(?) the j, the o, the i-n-t
lord infamous smokin’ these n-gg-s
like a f-ckin’ terrorist smoke third world countries
i need to break down a pound like i load up this c-l-i-p
a busta, a busta, could never, could never
fu-f-ck with, fu-f-ck with-with me
lord the g, the slippin’ up chief up on the ganja tree
they wish to approach the scarecrow in the smoke
but they can’t face mentality
the (?) scarecrow, gotti, carlito, montana and hoffa
all of us down with the triple 6 mafia, b-tch

[verse 3: project pat]
(murderers, robbers) n-gg-s with some charges
n-gg- you don’t underestimate cause we don’t barr this
bullsh-t, triple 6, b-tch i got a sawed-off
walk up to yo house, knock on yo door and blow yo -ss off
cut off, fool, that’s yo head with these buckshots
ridin’ in your neighbourhood, b-tch, with the glock c-cked
-pop pop- till you drop, body lit up like a fuse
head back to the hood then watch you on the news
… h-ll when you ball in the click
but that’s what you get when you f-ck with the triple 6
b-tch!

[verse 4: kingpin skinny pimp]
(?) snitch, don’t you tr-izzn-icks wanna f-ck my style
bl–dy glock handed to yo face (?) ’em down
i don’t love hoes man i’m aimin’ at yo skull
d-ckin’ and duckin’ from bullets won’t help
when i pull out the twelve gauge and leave him in blood
brandnew (?) better catch up with yo kind
you was slippin’ now i see a triple 6 in my mind

[verse 5: juicy j]
north memphis n-gg-s, triple 6 n-gg-s
real–ss killas, quick to pull the trigger
and not barrin’ no b-tch and not takin’ no sh-t
smoked out, loced out, ridin’ with the pistol grip
click up on yo hoe–ss, leave you lyin’ in the gr-ss
(?) suits, black mask, n-gg- i’m about to blast
on these motherf-ckers thinkin’ that juice mane is a joke
tryin’ to test my pimpin’, f-ck around and get yo -ss smoked
claim you with that devil shyt, come and join the triple 6
don’t cross the line b-tch and get yo wig split

[verse 6: dj paul]
first i grab the pump and pump, shoot a punk n-gg- down
clown like a f-ckin’ psychopath to them triple 6 sounds
m-town (?) killas (?) squeeze on the triggers
trigger the killa man (?) in the mind of another figure
figure out (?) devil confront you in
transform into a friend and no takin’ life (?)
hands of the earth, hide secrets of your birth
how you live is how you die but in the m we all (?)
you (?) b-tch motherf-cker, rumors startin’ trick
sissy -ss side bustas, suck a n-gg- d-ck
d-ck deep in the mouth of a talkin’ -ss coward
n-gg- you a … oughta be (?)
and how would a … n-gg- survive against them sixes
you (?) makin’ b-tches, don’t get dumped in ditches
lord infamous bust, biggidi-bust on these bustas
take ’em out, we smoked out, we loced out

[outro: dj paul]
yeah you know i’m sayin’
you n-gg-s can’t f-ck with the triple 6!
b-tch

-haha- “you dumb -ss”

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