Three 6 Mafia - Body Parts 3 lyrics

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[DJ Paul]

Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome,

Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the King of Memphis

Cock 'em up

[Hook]

Kill 'em and rob 'em and beat 'em and

dump all these body parts into my trunk

[DJ Paul]

Hypnotized Minds! HCP! Hypnotized Camp Posse!

We finna do this for all you thievin ass wanna be us ass niggaz out there!

Stealin motherfucker! Take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga

Make this money like we makin it nigga! Throw it down!

[Crunchy Blac]

Ain't never been a motherfuckin bitch

Hypnotized here just to get that grip

Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a bitch

Yall niggaz walk cuz ya walk like a bitch

Now aint that some shit ya hatin on this click

You gon make a nigga get up wit cha kid

Split yo wig oh yes I did

I told you you don't want it with a Hard Hitta kid!

[Boogie Mane]

I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks

Hit a nigga for his stash spot

Took the rock nigga was got that was the plot

dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop

Open it up for closin it up I don't give a fuck

On a daily basis I be postin it up

Smokin it up choppin it to match it wit dub

Give us a club Six mane tearin it up

[Frayser Boy]

These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow

Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha merked hoe

Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I work fo

Paul & Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro

Comin wit the pistols is easy we can get you guys

Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy its the Hypnotize

HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low

If you know what I know run that shit to my doe

[Lil Wyte]

We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers

If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker

But ya'll know ya'll done heard all that befo'

Yall done seen the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe

You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk

Lights out next to the Mississippi River plumped

Duck tape hog tied wrong place wrong time

Hypnotized Minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind

[Lil Chrome]

All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already know

I'm the truth and out the booth never been a hoe

Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya through the doe

You ain't know I'm a young rich gangsta nigga

Never been one of them old type wanksta niggaz

I'm a smart muhfucka ask my mama who made me

A lotta niggaz mad cuz they know they can't fade me

I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & Juicy who pay me

[Granddaddy Souf]

Well its ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) call me Mr. Man

Fuckin ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies

See I could give a fuck about ya tossin all ya tough talkin

You don't like me nigga hit me in my mouth

Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across then

Candy ass nigga boy you softer than cotton

Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't bout the spit boxin

Hootin and hollerin like a cheerleader squadron

[Juicy J]

You can't be like me slangin D cuz I'm hurtin ya

No competition with the Juice cuz its curtains

It ain't nothin shakin but some pimps in this bizitch

Thats why you muggin and yo face lookin pizzissed

Stay bflippin cars ballin out like to shizine

You stay askin questions how the hell them niggaz do that

We smoke the best of dro while she down wit some Jack-Jack

My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side

[Project Pat]

They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num

Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at 'em

Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam

Niggaz rob kill murder steal for that ghet-ty green

U.S.. Marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead

Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head

I'm was like "I ain't did shit why you hatin this?"

Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this

[DJ Paul]

I been doin this too long to still be strugglin livin like this

Fuckin off with major labels slayed me like a bitch

And these got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean hoes

But still on the road doin free shows

Tryna get a few spins in a few spots

I growed up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock

I hear a lotta corny shit on the radio

Thats because they record company wouldn't spend dough

Yeah my label got a hook up wit MTV

But they just keep forgettin to tell 'em bout me

They try to play like its love and its family

But all my marketing dollars goin to {****}

Tear Da Club Up was the first Crunk fight song

I made that in 92 a lil not long

That it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on

That's why Three 6 is the MOst Known Unknowns...