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three 6 mafia - victim of this shit lyrics

[hook/sample]
first i grab yo neck and choke you out
i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be doin’

[verse 1: gangsta blac]
now i got my n-gg-s … f-ckin’ side of me
another n-gg- scarred, comin’ hard from my spv
see you got me f-cked up
if you think that gangsta’s f-ckin’ soft
now i’m comin’ through south park
and i’ll be d-mned if i don’t break you off
give me one, give me one, yeah smoke some f-ckin’ hay
who got head, f-ck that sh-t, let’s go and get a tanqueray
ridin’ through the park, laid back, so civilized
but inside that funk can hypnotize
have you feelin’ woozy, grab that uzi, load a full clip
livin’ with the automatic, fly let’s go and kill that b-tch
gotta have something real quick when i get that hoe
let me call slick i know he’s game to ride that 5.0
how i’m ’bout to kill me a motherf-cker
any kind of motherf-cker -boom! boom!-
now let me see if i done killed that sucker
yeah he’s gone, met the chrome
buck him till i saw some foam
comin’ out his f-ckin’ mouth
always tryin’ to claim the south
[verse 2: playa fly]
yeah they done f-cked up, cause a playa’s on the scene
grow up on the boomin’ track, now i kick it on our lean
night and day, gang bang, just around the f-ckin’ way
where playas always stand they ground
stayin’ funky, chiefin’ hay
if you wanna cross the ground – time for the beat down
psycho panic gangsta weed
bring them tones and plenty people
before we hit the parkin’ lot south park is gotta get so deep
lotto with the glock, slicky ricky h-lla tony t
these playas make you cannot stop
i’m standin’ with the mastermind
of the f-ckin’ lyrics, paul’s beat and the devil’s lines
see i dwell in spv with my folks, that’s every night
no it’s not a gang, it’s not a club, it’s just fly way of life
i be in, in the wind, cause i have no f-ckin’ pity
chronic city, funky town, funky town, chronic city
the fly is in this motherf-cker, treat you bustas like a b-tch
-pow pow pow- (?) victim of this park sh-t

[verse 3: gangsta blac]
n-gg-s down to make some ends, n-gg-s you ain’t makin’ f-ck
keep on talkin’ sh-t, i swear i jack you for yo f-ckin’ truck
psycho in da cut, with da mask and da pistol grip
we be with the thirty-eight (?) on his f-ckin’ hip
hoe you get me f-cked up
cause you know i likes to pack a gat
killas from south park way, now how you gonna f-ckin’ act?
loop with the forty, he ain’t shorty, he’ll shoot the b-tch
russel got his back i know he do it, he’s on that funky sh-t
man got a plan that he made, to get that hoe
peep that b-tch, kill that b-tch, we got dawg on the floor
lotto with the glock and it’s c-cked, ’bout to shoot the b-tch
dre on his way, he got my back with a full clip
kiki, little sun, little tyga and mario
down for a one-eighty-seven on a f-ckin’ hoe
yea you get me f-cked up, don’t you ever try to test my nuts
big rod with the glock, ’bout to pop you in yo f-ckin’ guts
grab you by yo face and try to squeeze it till it’s turnin’ red
hoe i’m not gon’ let you loose until i know yo -ss is dead
stick you to the f-ckin’ ground
make you make that ugly sound
kick you in yo f-cking d-ck, ain’t no f-ckin’ witnesses
lock you in the f-ckin’ trunk, while i hit the f-ckin’ funk
now i’m goin’ crazy man, all i see is blood, man
comin’ out yo f-ckin’ skull
hoe i’m showin’ no f-ckin’ love
hoe you just can’t suck my d-ck
cause you’s a victim of this sh-t

[verse 4: playa fly]
lil fly comin’ out hard for the ’94
time to let these bustas know
let these hoes know the score
south park’s in the house from the ’93
now we’re gettin’ deeper and we’re takin’ what we wanna g
gotta peep my n-gg- slick, get a pack of crunk and sh-t
me and gangsta blac, and you know we gettin’ full of it
hangin’ on the boomin’ track, better known as night and day
liquor store, right next door, let’s go get a tanqueray
funky town’s in my brain, got the tang in my blood
pain burn a n-gg- out, now i gotta bust some nuts
or bust some f-cking caps and take some bustas off the map
got no feelin’ in yo face from my mighty glock slap
devil made me bring my tone … came alone
about to make me break my sh-t
gangsta let me shoot that b-tch
takin’ turns, fillin’ caps when that busta (?)
paramedics came but they can’t help a (?) man
a day or two later word is gettin’ (?) to yo folks
now they rushin’ to the med, lookin’ for the (?)
… cause of the death of the e
too much lead to the head from little fly and gangsta b

[outro: lil fly talking]
yeah, this lil fly up in this motherf-cker
to that busta all up on my n-gg- d-izz-ick
yea boy you keep on talking that sh-t
you gon’ be a victim of a 211
and now it’s gettin’ turned to a 187
b–tch!

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