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three 6 mafia - who i is lyrics

[don p]
ay, yea
trillville
yeah lil wyte n-gg-
hypnotize
y’all better get that sh-t right n-gg-
we don’t give a f-ck tonight n-gg-
ay, y’all n-gg-z don’t know who the f-ck i is, do you?
yeah we gonna find out, ay now

[chorus]
[dj paul]
who you f-ckin wit b-tch (-4x-)
[don p]
you might not know who i is
you might not know who i is
you might not know who i is
you might not know who i is
[dj paul]
watch me stomp his -ss out
watch me jump his -ss out
watch me knock his -ss out
show that n-gg- what we bout
[don p]
you might not know who i is
you might not know who i is
you might not know who i is
you might not know who i is

[dirty mouth]
i could care less about a motherf-cker talkin sh-t
i can’t keep playing games with you boy or your p-ssy click
n-gg-, we too deep in this b-tch for you f-cking hoes
n-gg-z gettin buck, ready to knuck, and they throwin bows
but i’ma act up cause i don’t give a f-ck about your sh-t
i’ma act a clown on a n-gg- for acting hard when he
not, i’m too hot when it come to this, n-gg- throw your hood up
throw your sets off in his face and put your f-cking good up

[dj paul]
now step the f-ck back n-gg- ‘fore i hurt cha
y’all n-gg-z comedy, funny to me like geico commercials
i’m a g n-gg-, don’t let this rap sh-t trick ya
cause i’ll introduce your mouth to this motherf-ckin pistol
trillville and three 6, juniors and seniors of crunk
don’t find your -ss mad beside mine, get boxed in a trunk
please don’t give me a reason to give your mama a reason
to she’d tears, you better know who i is

[don p]
b-tch excuse me for being a lil bit under the anger
but you b-tches, side picture, got you haters live in danger
make a stranger punch you haters, like the kkk with cha
see you b-tch, i’ma banger, n-body in the ?? roll deep
like tennesee, like in school or church
talk sh-t, i’m straight swingin, with ??
don p aka don pimp, don pimpin, never slippin
if it’s mine or your trick, i’m rippin

[juicy j]
it’s the return of that memphis boys that been pimpin
tearin up them clubs with that syrup syrup sippin
club full of drugs on the curb just kickin
juicy j a jiggalo with 85 women
ridin in a truck young bloods drinkin remi
underneath the hood, yes my n-gg- it’s a hemi
sn-tch ya off for change, take your chain, playa gimme
three 6 mafia, trillville getting wild in this bizzitch

[lil’ la]
we hit the club, deep as f-ck, hate them boys, lets make ’em jump
and the crowd, they actin up, ready to smack somethin up
lil’ atlanta reppin for the south, this is what we bout
here to tear this b-tch up, somebody in here got me hot
we gon stomp they -ss out, drag ’em out the door
better get, shut they -ss up and treat ’em like a hoe
beat ’em long, make ’em go upside ya head wit an elbow
try to stop trillville and three 6, h-ll no

[lil’ wyte]
i know by now someone told you about the cracker in memphis
three 6 picked up two years ago, the sh-t was strictly big business
i went through plenty of g’s, took some vacations and more
got a lot more comin near plus man right now i’m up in new york
that mean that sh-t is gettin dropped, these boys is up on they clocks
recording miracles everyday soon that everyone will rock
you shoulda seen this sh-t comin, your susposed to be some kind of wiz
memphis, tennesee and atl, i’ll tell y’all tricks who it is

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