Cause bitch we shoot em first
We dont ask questions later
Were Triple 6, Triple 6 fuckin haters
And its on if you niggaz
Wanna bring it to the door
To you cowards in my face
Im a treat you like a hoe
Since you niggaz talkin shit
About the dirty dirty six
Lemme see if you can bump out
And be featured on a hit
Radio the love my songs
Ballin niggaz love my thongs
If you wanna go to war
I suggest you bring it on, nigga
I aint no little girl
I been down in the streets
Remember me Hillcrest
Nigga reppin BAZ
Shoot a finger fuck a spot
Niggaz drop, niggaz drop
But everybody in the club
Lookin hard nigga he aint hot
We be cold froze wrists
Got you bitches in a blitz
Mad cause I be hanging round
Them niggaz in the triple six
Bitches wanna say this
Bitch I aint stuntin you
I be on the charts blowin up
Bitch look at you
Niggaz be mad
Actin like some fuckin hoes
If you cant stand the truth
Nigga keep your eyes closed
DJ Paul, Juice Man
Crunchy Black, Lord Imfamous
Im the one
Mrs. Crazy lady Gangsta Boo bitch
Niggaz talk shit
Well they might as well talk shit
Talk this
When I bring that fuckin chalk bitch
And put your body in a body bag or somethin
And drop your bitch ass off in a river my cousin
You shouldve never played the dozens
With a nigga like me
It be C fuckin B
And Im hard to be
Niggaz talk a lot of shit
But I promise you dog
Im a blast at your ass
And let the gun revolve
Niggaz always tryin to be real hard
Niggaz always tryin to pray to God
When they got their ass caught up in some bullshit
And thats some bullshit
You gotta finish it
You gon remember this
Aint no game I play
Poppin shots at your ass
With the A fuckin K
Nigga watch what you say
When you talkin to me
Nigga watch what you say
When you talkin to C
Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit
My arteries pump acid
I love to pop that plastic
Life is filled with maggots
Nigga I let you have it
With automatic havoc
While faggots ride or tag it
Boy Im psychopathic
Milli clips big rappin
What I got for a mackin
For funeral compassion
Better close that casket
When I hit for that stackin
Wanna know the business
Stay out my fuckin business
Gossip like some bitches
But yall no competition
Better pay attention
Ill cook you like a kitchen
Diss and leave you missin
And on a murder mission
Critical condition
Got plenty ammunition
Dont need to catch you slippin
Ill fuck you up lil pimpin
Lord have mercy hurt you with verses
Got you puntas rollin in hearses
Hate the six we got platinum plus a
Your shit on shelves collectin dust a
Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit
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