Three 6 Mafia - I Ain'T Goin lyrics

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(Lord Infamous)

Sound the alarm

Infamous comes

From the slums

Lookin' them done

Within' they pump

Cough the thoughts

Bitches are numb

Niggas they run

All of my guns

Droppin' a fuss

Filish the wound

Bitches are doom

At high noon

Billy the Kid

Splatter his wig

Without a clue

Niggas get blue

Off they shoes

What's up dead fool

I got my tools

Don't get the rules

It's up to you

What will you do

Here comes the rat

Here comes the tat

Hit 'em with bats

Chop off they ass

Blow up the gats

Don't hit a mack

Infamous packed

Down for a jack

Ready to buck

Wantin' to fuck

Testin' my nuts

You will get stuck

Down in the rut

Fillin' the slugs

Empty your gut

All on the rug

All in the dug

All on my mug

They will pay

When I'm comin' with the shanks

And my dank

And the chains

(Koopsta Knicca)

Fallin' up and down the street

Lookin' for some shit to creep

Niggas knowin' my bogus tags

And they pull up they gangsta setts

They knowin' bout my roll

Part of robbin' niggas who thinkin' they hard

And dumpin' trick in a ditch

That's my hobby cause I ain't ready

In the bushes where I hang

But you want to be a wild thang

And throw yo ass up on my face

Now I got your little monkey ass

No I'm not a scapula

So try to break it off with the rest of your dough

On the verge with the rest of yo bag

I will hide you in the streets

Which will die or bleed elite

Watch yo body hit the street

They never know where they say where you lay

No one knows your damn face

But I do and that's a fact

Come play the game of pitty pat

I thought you on the railroad track

Slice yo head and leave you dead

Chorus

I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business

I ain't goin' bitch

Savin' none of ya hoes will never be...

(Juicy "J")

Ain't no fuckin' negotiatin'

When the nines cocked

Don't get yourself in a situation

Straight to a pinebox

I think it's time for meditation

To all this crime stop

Three 6 known for demonstratin'

For makin' bodies drop

Sometimes it's like I'm in a movie

Like the movie Scream

These niggas don't say nothing to me

Cause I be lookin' mean

And if you stick a knife right through me

Cut through my bloodstream

You hoes ass niggas better kill me

Cuase fool this ain't no dream

I'm comin' for you like I'm crazy

Straight out the institution

Like a mafia member pay me

They know there nothin' to it

To leave my house lazy

And throw her in a sewer

The 97 you can't fade me

When I got something to do with it

(DJ Paul)

Now we got some killas in the house

When you claim you couldn't tell

Do I need to leave it here?

Budda,Budda,Budda

To leave your ass convinced

Or do we need to put some kick dose on you fucky hoes

Mack 10's and 12's rebel

WE got this under control

And when we call this type of deal

It's a splash party

When them brains

Make it to the walls

Yellin DJ polly ollie all

Watch yo pass

Watch me grass

From my stash

Rip off the mask

And then all you hoes will all cash

And then we poppin all this essence

Then we passin all the poors and smashin da lexus

I takin care my mothafukin buisnees i aint goin bitch

savin none of you hoes will ever be x3