Three 6 Mafia - Bodyparts 2 (Corrected) lyrics

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(DJ Paul)

Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka

Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe

Three 6 mafia, M-Child

A whole bunch of mothafuckas

And ready to do this shit

You wanna fuck a hoe

Then Wait until you're back

When the war's gone bitch

You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas

Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7

Once again, it's on

Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch

Woow, woow, woow woow woow woow woo

(DJ Paul)

Now when they comes to the hood

I be like black haven zone

And when it comes to parts of the body

I got more than Autozone

In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'

Them people callin' it green

That smoke how much I like it

Again it's up to him

I need to let some shots off

It's DJ Paul with Teflon so take that bulletproof off

When they jump, I pump

To put some murderin' punks

And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk

(Scarecrow)

Play

I'ma terror from The End

I'll watch that body explode

If they retaliate I blast

I think about you won't find them bloody clothes

Kill 'em though

Don't you know

I want to get rid of those faked up hoes

It's the city of Memphis

Watch me witness how this nigga unload

Rage make me regularly, force me blood

I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge

I'm nuts

You got no crips

You got no heart

You niggas front

From the start

I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts

(Gangsta Boo)

Wussup mista trick

Do you wanna get with this?

Pimp type ass bitch down with the Triple 6

My Lexus trunk or Viper

Prophet Posse nothin' nicer

In this fuckin' body parts through the air

Cause we come to get it crunk

Several bodies in my trunk

Never denyin', always high, and fuck you playa hatin' punks

Always stayin' on the top

Look at the Billboard Charts

Prophet Posse takin' over

Nigga now we got you high

(M-Child)

I don't know you

Why the fuck you all in my grill

I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill

You ain't no killa

My lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep

Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me

Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who comin'

4 and 5 vans deep

While your bitch ass runnin'

We be the Prophet, devilish, and meanin' click so tight

M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out every night, bitch!

(Juicy J)

I met this dude last week

Who said he slangin' double keys

Also had a hook up on some tall, and some light green ink

What you think

I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree

So I drove a low key car

Tryin' to fool the streets

Curve after curve

I return

Tryin' not to swerve

Knowin' by the hour I'll be choppin' up my bag of herbs

Plus a pure herb, AK's, all kinds a guns

'Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run

(Scanman)

Please don't test these murderers

Slugs I will pump in to gut

Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze

I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk

Let's go ride then play a game

What's the game

The game of names

Now which, which one would you choose

Whichever you choose you lose, you lose

(Droopy Drew Dog)

First time on the maximum, don't be a trick

To see them hatas talk shit but they don't know the deal

Dope sella

BHZ's where I dwell-ah

They looked into the barrel of my jet black Barretta

Ratta, tatta, is all you heard

To see you niggas comin' up

In the (???)

But watch the game

Cause you don't got no friends

Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end

(Crunchy Blac)

Check this here

Nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill

And it feel

They don't feel

What I feel, then I fill

Them up with

Bullet lead, two to the head

Then I lay them in graves

That I dig

Just for them

Yes it is

(Project Pat)

Slammin' bones, throwin' licks

Puttin' bitches in there clicks

Kaze in this motherfuck

Down with Prophet click

Clack, boom, doom, for you hatas and you realas

Mossberg slug to your grill

You can feel this

Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me

Project Pat is down but ain't no fuckin' damn fool we

Ridin', drinkin', dankin', bodies stankin', I can smell it well

And if them police pull us over I'm the first to bail

(Indo G)

Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches

That thinkin' that all of us is red instead

While I drop this track

I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from very bone

To the motherfucka fall out on the floor

See Triple 6, It's on

Bitch every mud up in a source bone

I don't wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker for talkin' that shit

Huh, I don't wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker for

crossin' my click, bitch

Boogety boogety bang bang, nigga blew your brains

On the motherfuckin' wood grain nigga

Pullin' the trigga like uhh die nigga, uhh die nigga

(K Roc)

Motherfucker I'm K Roc

I dump the bodyparts into my trunk

See me after Killa Klan, seein' that K Roc solo burn

Makin' up in my green

Prophet Posse my nigga

Gimme that forty glock

And I'ma jump, pullin' the trigger

I see traitors lookin' at playa hatas

Fakin' while we blast our gat

I don't know where you're at

Hey boy, I better witness a (????)

If a nigga don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car

To that ditch

I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk