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three 6 mafia - wona get some, i got some lyrics

feat. tear da club up thugs, t-rock

[intro: dj paul]
yeah
hc m-th- f-ckin p n-gg-
hypnotized m-th- f-ckin mindz b-tch
for you m-th- f-ckin rinky d-nk records up out there
ya’ll know who ya’ll is, there’s a bunch of you m-th- f-cka’s
dj paul and juicy j wannabe -ss n-gg-s
t-rock rock that sh-t fo these (?)

[verse 1: t-rock]
my house of represent-tives, be a town -ss-ssins
down to cause a riot in any shape form or fashion
run up in your grill, with intentions to be blastin’
i want all dem presidential figures you was flashin’
we some alcoholic n-gg-s, we cause depression’
a-tech in this mobb, n-gg-s mashin’ for cashin’
amazed what we see the crooked police har-ssin’
all because we makin’ cheddar other clicks are lackin’
down for the cause, when you haters wanna brawl
got my back against the wall, hypnotized camp i call
we some trill figgas’, drug deal n-gg-s, makin’ skrill quicker
livin’ in the world where it’s hard not to kill n-gg-s
enemies is insane, lost they whole entire brain
sacraficein’ every chick that they can make, because of fame
i’ma gleam till i’m gone, like i’m ridin on the chrome
shakin’ all the playa haters, soking knowledge in my dome

[chrous: dj paul] x2
little -ss boy you gone hear this and feel me smilien in my face but chu
really wanna kill me
any one of you n-gg-s’ wanna get some i got some
any one of you n-gg-s’ wanna get some i got some
little -ss boy you gone hear this and feel me smilien in my face but chu
really wanna kill me
any one of you n-gg-s’ wanna get some i got some
any one of you n-gg-s’ wanna get some i got some

[dj paul]
ohhwee it’s gettin’ hot up in here
you m-th- f-cka’s learned some technique yet n-gg-
i start this sh-t…changed the beat up

[verse 2: lord infamous]
get back from me n-gg- here come lord your f-ckin’ nemesis
back on your premisices, remember what i left on b-tch
you hoes can’t take me, you can’t fake me
you can’t make me, you can’t break me,
always shady, and i leave yo weak-ss (?)
i got no fears and no pain in my veins mayn
i been insane coming free in the black rain
you wanna step up to the mayn, well put yourself in danger
i’m like the ranger from the west and obsessed with anger
i hear the room was from consumers and this sh-t is funny
the n-gg-s talkin’ sh-t, it’s n-gg-s who ain’t got no money
they make a sale off f-ck a grip they askin never again
they make a sack a stick to b-tch they askin never stick
they make a sack to spit this gangsta sh-t they’ll never spit
so walk up faking feel the shackin’ drowning in f-ckin’ p-ss
trick yo’ gossip, your like fossets so i let you leak
lord is elitein’ now i beat you like a hoggy beat

[chorus] x1

[verse 3: juicy j]
mayn you b-tches got problems, let it be known hoe
this whoadie gone solve ’em, when it be one who
f-cking round wit grown men
that hypnotized camp
hcp we got that pump, cut up your f-ckin’ neck
man i’m glad these n-gg-s gonna the f-ck up out the posse songs
now i’m smilin in an (?) ridin on chrome
singin’…no new n-gg-s in our click we thick, we rich, we glist, we been
down for years

[verse 4: dj paul]
i done been up on your corner, i done smoked up all they weed
i done hold down with your killas, i done corner them for there g’s
n-gg-s talkin’ bout yo -ss, say you ain’t nuthin but a b-tch
say you always claimin killa, but for real you suckin’ d-ck
yeah it’s funny how it is to see a n-gg- in a thong
get them glocks with the pop, you gone break yo -ss and run
i ain’t f-ckin’ wit yo kind and i ain’t got no point to prove
let yo legs move be a m-th- f-ckin best move..b-tch

[chorus] x1

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