How many, how many talk that s**t
Three Six Mafia, Frasier boy
(How, how many, how many talk that s**t)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it`s goin` down
(How, how many, how many talk that s**t)
Ya know what I`m sayin`
(How, how many, how many talk that s**t)

A lot of times we use the word bitch
(How, how many, how many talk that s**t)
That goes for ni**as and hoes, whoever violate
(How, how many, how many talk that s**t)
Get in yo face with that bulls**t, here`s what ya do
(How, how many, how many talk that s**t)

Put ya foot up they ass, what
Foot up they ass, what
If these bitches actin` bad
Put ya foot up they ass, yep
Foot up they ass, what
Foot up they ass, what
If these bitches actin` bad
Put ya foot up they ass, yep

Tell that ho, "Don`t violate me"
"Ho, don`t violate me"
Tell that ho, "Don`t violate me"
"Ho, don`t violate me"
Tell that ho, "Don`t violate me"
"Ho, don`t violate me"
Tell that ho, "Don`t violate me"
"Ho, don`t violate me"

Now ni**as man they tryna copy, Three Six but they too sloppy
Them boys some fakers, nothin` but carbon copies
When we step off in tha club, ni**as they play dead
`Cuz of raps and all that bulls**t that they said

It ain`t nothin` behind yo mugs but some mutha f**kin` hugs
Y`all ni**as nicer than grandmas and f**kin` ladybugs
Y`all haters shakin` like booties up in tha strip club
I`ll cut y`all head off like Al Qaeda in this bitch what

I ain`t playin` wit you ni**as, I`ll put my hands on you ni**as
My foot will stand on you ni**as, I thought you knew we pulled triggers
So why you testin` me bitches? You must be tryin` ta get stitches
All on yo forhead a cold dead, for f**kin` with pimpin`

I`ll take the back of a gun, hit you you startin` ta run
Split you with two f**kin` halves, you mad runnin` yo tounge
I ain`t no ho that be likin`, bustin` and fightin` and bitin`
I`m like a Tennessee titan, tacklin` bringin` the lightin`, bitch

Put ya foot up they ass, what
Foot up they ass, what
If these bitches actin` bad
Put ya foot up they ass, yep
Foot up they ass, what
Foot up they ass, what
If these bitches actin` bad
Put ya foot up they ass, yep

Tell that ho, "Don`t violate me"
"Ho, don`t violate me"
Tell that ho, "Don`t violate me"
"Ho, don`t violate me"
Tell that ho, "Don`t violate me"
"Ho, don`t violate me"
Tell that ho, "Don`t violate me"
"Ho, don`t violate me"

See I`m quick with the pistols, shootin` at ni**as
If I catch you slippin` then I`m gonna get you mista
I ain`t gone miss ya, I`m jus gone split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no picture

Talk that s**t bro, told you I`mma get you
Hit you in the head with the tip of the pistol
Yeah, I do it big, s**t I`m playin` wit yo sista
Like Eskamo leave yo fro in a blizzard

Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath
F**kin` with that hypnotize, you gone have a fast death
Real ni**as yeah, we is, you can come and find out
F**k with us anyday, I can show you what a crime bout

Three Six got me on, now I have to keep a tone
`Cuz they hataz now my hataz, if you want it beef is on
Most of y`all been hos, afraid of my boy 10 toes
Leave his ass in the past, ni**a like nintendo

Put ya foot up they ass, what
Foot up they ass, what
If these bitches actin` bad
Put ya foot up they ass, yep
Foot up they ass, what
Foot up they ass, what
If these bitches actin` bad
Put ya foot up they ass, yep

Tell that ho, "Don`t violate me"
"Ho, don`t violate me"
Tell that ho, "Don`t violate me"
"Ho, don`t violate me"
Tell that ho, "Don`t violate me"
"Ho, don`t violate me"
Tell that ho, "Don`t violate me"
"Ho, don`t violate me"