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three 6 mafia - we shootin' 1st lyrics

[hook]
’cause b-tch we shoot ’em first
we don’t ask questions later
we’re triple 6, triple 6 f-ckin’ haters
and it’s on if you n-gg-z
wanna bring it to the door
to you cowards in my face
i’m a treat you like a hoe

[gangsta boo]
since you n-gg-z talkin’ sh-t
about the dirty dirty six
lemme see if you can b-mp out
and be featured on a hit
radio the love my songs
ballin’ n-gg-z love my thongs
if you wanna go to war
i suggest you bring it on, n-gg-
i ain’t no little girl
i been down in the streets
remember me hillcrest
n-gg- reppin’ baz
shoot a finger f-ck a spot
n-gg-z drop, n-gg-z drop
but everybody in the club
lookin’ hard n-gg- he ain’t hot
we be cold froze wrists
got you b-tches in a blitz
mad ’cause i be hanging ’round
them n-gg-z in the triple six
b-tches wanna say this
b-tch i ain’t stuntin’ you
i be on the charts blowin’ up
b-tch look at you
n-gg-z be mad
actin’ like some f-ckin hoes
if you can’t stand the truth
n-gg- keep your eyes closed
dj paul, juice man
crunchy black, lord imfamous
i’m the one
mrs. crazy lady gangsta boo b-tch

[hook 2x]

[crunchy black]
n-gg-z talk sh-t
well they might as well talk sh-t
talk this
when i bring that f-ckin’ chalk b-tch
and put your body in a body bag or somethin’
and drop your b-tch -ss off in a river my cousin
you should’ve never played the dozens
with a n-gg- like me
it be c f-ckin’ b
and i’m hard to be
n-gg-z talk a lot of sh-t
but i promise you dog
i’m a blast at your -ss
and let the gun revolve
n-gg-z always tryin’ to be real hard
n-gg-z always tryin’ to pray to god
when they got their -ss caught up in some bullsh-t
and that’s some bullsh-t
you gotta finish it
you gon’ remember this
ain’t no game i play
poppin’ shots at your -ss
with the a f-ckin’ k
n-gg- watch what you say
when you talkin’ to me
n-gg- watch what you say
when you talkin’ to c

[hook 1x]
[dj paul]
put a mask on, gone in man do the sh-t [4x]

[lord imfamous]
my arteries pump acid
i love to pop that plastic
life is filled with maggots
n-gg- i let you have it
with automatic havoc
while f-ggots ride or tag it
boy i’m psychopathic
milli clips big rappin’
what i got for a mackin’
for funeral comp-ssion
better close that casket
when i hit for that stackin’
wanna know the business
stay out my f-ckin’ business
gossip like some b-tches
but y’all no compet-tion
better pay attention
i’ll cook you like a kitchen
diss and leave you missin’
and on a murder mission
critical condition
got plenty ammunition
don’t need to catch you slippin’
i’ll f-ck you up lil pimpin’
lord have mercy hurt you with verses
got you puntas rollin’ in he-rs-s
hate the six we got platinum plus a
your sh-t on shelves collectin’ dust a

[hook 1x]

[dj paul]
put a mask on, gone in man do the sh-t [4x]

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