Three 6 Mafia - Beatem To Da Floor Lyrics:
So this is what I`m a do man, you know what I`m sayin`
I`m a get each of you ni**az, you know what I`m sayin`
From the bay by the b-ball piece
When you see this ni**a, you know what I`m sayin`

I want y`all to whoop his bitch ass, man, you know what I`m sayin`
Beat his motherf**kin` ass to the ground like a motherf**ker, man
F**k this bitch ass

See this how ass kickin` get down, your boys get beat down
Your bitches get beat down, your brothers get beat down
Your mothers get beat down, your cousins get beat down
An` any ni**a that try to clown, we leavin` `em on the ground

`Cuz we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up
An` after that them signs is gettin` thrown up
Them hats is to tha right, them hats is to tha left
We snatchin` your chain an` check your pockets `til nothin` left

I`m a crunk this ni**a though, treat `em like a hoe
Ask these lil` bitches what the f**k they hittin` for
Crunchy ain`t a hoe an` Crunchy can`t go
An` Crunchy ain`t a ni**a that you wanna f**k with low

An` if you didn`t know then ni**a you can know
Then meet me down foo in the middle of the floor
I`m a break it down slow an` fill you up with dro
An` smoke your lud ass `til I can`t smoke no more

I`m gon` whoop this ni**a, I`m gon` whoop this ni**a
I`m gon` take it outside, click click boom with the trigger
I`m gon` rob this boy, I`m gon` mob this boy
I`m gon` call the f**kin` killers do a job on this boy

We gon` beat `em to the floor, we gon` beat `em to the floor
We gon` beat `em to the floor, we gon` beat `em to the floor
We gon` beat `em to the floor, we gon` beat `em to the floor
We gon` beat `em to the floor, we gon` beat `em to the floor

You don`t know what just happened, you sufferin` from a fracture
You rebel, let me catch you, I`ll beat you, belly bastard
You have a bad concussion, from tripple six bone rushin`
You all beat up an` busted, you shouldn`t have pressed that button

You all bloody an` bumy, you yellin` for you mommy
An` people think it`s funny, quit tryin` to out run me
Your eyes are blue an` black an` your clothes are ripped an` tackin`
You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn`t have wore that jacket

`Cuz I wreck it, Smith an` West an` my weapon
We steppin` to let the still meet your chest an`
Don`t play with these killers, they come from those parts
The north where ni**az be pullin` the whole cart

So mista big playa, mista big time playa
You got the s**t on lock, why you on my dick?
Like a bitch walkin` around like you stone high
Hollow tip bullets don`t die, ni**a, they multiply

I`m gon` whoop this ni**a, I`m gon` whoop this ni**a
I`m gon` take it outside, click click boom with the trigger
I`m gon` rob this boy, I`m gon` mob this boy
I`m gon` call the f**kin` killers, do a job on this boy

We gon` beat `em to the floor, we gon` beat `em to the floor
We gon` beat `em to the floor, we gon` beat `em to the floor
We gon` beat `em to the floor, we gon` beat `em to the floor
We gon` beat `em to the floor, we gon` beat `em to the floor, to the

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