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three 6 mafia - who da fuck you playin' wit lyrics

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(dj paul)
wooo
hypnotize minds
three 6 mafia
frayser boy
lil wyte
we about to take over this motherf-cking club
choices 2
in your face n-gg-
what you know about that
mafia

(chorus: dj paul)
who the f-ck you playing with
who the f-ck you playing with
who the f-ck you playing with
who the f-ck you playing with

n-gg- get hard boy and get smacked like a b-tch
b-tch get hard hoe and get wooped like a n-gg-

who the f-ck you playing with
who the f-ck you playing with
who the f-ck you playing with
who the f-ck you playing with

n-gg- get hard boy and get smacked like a b-tch
b-tch get hard hoe and get wooped like a n-gg-

(lil’ wyte)
aw sh-t
they done f-cked up and unleashed the beast
my lyrics flowing with danger and without love for the streets
i have to pay attention to everything that i say
cause this punk -ss b-tches and f-ggots take this sh-t the wrong way
so i’ma lay my cards out face up so you can see them
leave your bottom dollar on you cause all you will be needing
grip you glock call your shots
grip your nuts and call the cops
when it is ana i don’t see that there is any reason to stop

(dj paul)
you see i just got the pistol grip ar-15
and it is still shooting them f-cking 2-2-3’s
from 200 yards i still got my enemies
hit your pineapple make a b-tch n-gg- bleed
my marty griffin shooting 5 football fields
50 cal some (pause) don’t want to feel
with my berretta c-x-4
rung your doorbell
pop your -ss through the door
b-tch

(chorus)

(juicy j)
i done told you cowards i ain’t going for that sh-t
that you talk on your mix tape
he say she say bullsh-t
radio play
n-gg-z all on the air
talking about hypnotize ain’t pay them ain’t fair
check your contract and tell them where your funds at
balling out in atl smoking weed
and sipping on that cognac
ain’t no b-tch b-tch i’ma have to tell you
ain’t no rapper no n-gg- in a gang or a group
gonna stop this playa from getting my cheese
if i’m selling c-ke keys or chronic pounds of weed
what you know about standing in a courthouse
about to get judged by twelve white folks life sentence
what you know about n-gg-z in the hood ain’t change
if you turn your back your main n-gg- put it to your brain
what you know about dissing on a cd that’s old
cause i told you b-tches i ain’t going no more

(chorus)

(crunchy black)
if a b-tch talk sh-t
she can suck a n-gg- d-ck
if a n-gg- wanna fight
he can bring the f-cking sh-t
n-gg- know who i’m with
triple motherf-cking six
you can think that i am playing but i ain’t playing b-tch
i can give it to you slow
i can give it to you quick
if you b-tches want some more
then come and get and get it b-tch
got a whole bunch of bullets
and i promise i will spit them
n-gg-z know c-b from the one-hitter quitter

(frayser boy)
know some real
know some fake
got some love
got some hate
know some with it
know some cowards
some smoke weed
some snort powder
some ride chevys
some ride lacs
some sell pills
some sell crack
some they thieves
some they killers
bay area attack
have no biz if you wanna killer make your f-cking move
dammit jeers when i get you n-gg- doing what i do
get my point across when i mask up and ride out
pack your bags smash the gas best bet to hide out
b-tch

(chorus)

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