Three 6 Mafia - They Don`t Fuck Wit U Lyrics:
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak ni**az perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak ni**az perpetrate
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak ni**az perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak ni**az perpetrate
I grab my swatter, I swat this bug, he laid to rest
F**kin` wit` T R I P L E S I X
Ni**az be talkin` but in the end I like f**k `em up
In the beginnin` they could`ve survived but they had no nuts
Bitch, where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in
`Cuz in yo face, off in the streets ain`t nothin` but hoe is showin`
Too f**kin` light, too f**kin` light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with nines and take yo life
Yea, we know you ni**az are f**kin` scared `cuz we don`t play around
Never wanna step `cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know that`s just that liquor bro
Ni**az swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin` that snow
If a member call me then I`m gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
Foo, this ain`t no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin` and dissin` in yo rappin` just might get ya killed
They don`t f**k wit u like ya f**ked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it`s time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don`t f**k wit u like ya f**ked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it`s time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
Whachu doin` `round her`, my ni**a I gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin`, so I split ya
Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so f**k the rest
No understandin`, projects the greedy, ya could be next
I`m robbin` victims with of the face of a [unverified]
No hesitatin`, I come out buckin`, so watch the nine
Off in east Memphis transactin` bizness, I know you straight
I`m buckin` you fakers who ain`t got cheese, the ones I hate
Could it be me, could it be somethin` in the f**kin` air?
I`m seein` ni**az, them ni**az bodies flyin` everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is mackin` or a f**kin` player
I`m keepin` all of you muthaf**kas in my f**kin` prayers
Everywhere that I go I`m gettin` all these evil stares
I`m sick of all of these hatin` muthaf**kas in my hair
All in my bizness, God is my witness, I don`t even care
`Cuz all you bitches you get the, died hell, yeah
They don`t f**k wit u like ya f**ked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it`s time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don`t f**k wit u like ya f**ked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it`s time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
Deep, deep in them trenches of Memphis where I`m seriously pimpin`
Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin` mo bitches than London got bridges
Send this to you ni**as so you besta listen well
Touch me and you`ll die, see you can burn wit` me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-i for you ni**as that`ve lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will [unverified] off it
Call Chris mane, s**t dump `em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the six riders
My ni**a CB he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin` in doors, he lookin` for him some dividends
He kidnappin` hoes so he can make him some money mane
And f**kin` wit` him is like f**kin` wit` somethin` different
Ya gotta be tough, ni**a ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash, ni**a, and dust to dust
In gats we trust ni**a, it really ain`t much ni**a
`Cuz talkin` to us ni**a, we blowin` ya up
They don`t f**k wit u like ya f**ked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it`s time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don`t f**k wit u like ya f**ked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it`s time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
I`m smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I`m blown
I`m smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I`m blown
I`m smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I`m blown
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Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak ni**az perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak ni**az perpetrate
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak ni**az perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak ni**az perpetrate
I grab my swatter, I swat this bug, he laid to rest
F**kin` wit` T R I P L E S I X
Ni**az be talkin` but in the end I like f**k `em up
In the beginnin` they could`ve survived but they had no nuts
Bitch, where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in
`Cuz in yo face, off in the streets ain`t nothin` but hoe is showin`
Too f**kin` light, too f**kin` light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with nines and take yo life
Yea, we know you ni**az are f**kin` scared `cuz we don`t play around
Never wanna step `cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know that`s just that liquor bro
Ni**az swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin` that snow
If a member call me then I`m gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
Foo, this ain`t no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin` and dissin` in yo rappin` just might get ya killed
They don`t f**k wit u like ya f**ked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it`s time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don`t f**k wit u like ya f**ked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it`s time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
Whachu doin` `round her`, my ni**a I gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin`, so I split ya
Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so f**k the rest
No understandin`, projects the greedy, ya could be next
I`m robbin` victims with of the face of a [unverified]
No hesitatin`, I come out buckin`, so watch the nine
Off in east Memphis transactin` bizness, I know you straight
I`m buckin` you fakers who ain`t got cheese, the ones I hate
Could it be me, could it be somethin` in the f**kin` air?
I`m seein` ni**az, them ni**az bodies flyin` everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is mackin` or a f**kin` player
I`m keepin` all of you muthaf**kas in my f**kin` prayers
Everywhere that I go I`m gettin` all these evil stares
I`m sick of all of these hatin` muthaf**kas in my hair
All in my bizness, God is my witness, I don`t even care
`Cuz all you bitches you get the, died hell, yeah
They don`t f**k wit u like ya f**ked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it`s time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don`t f**k wit u like ya f**ked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it`s time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
Deep, deep in them trenches of Memphis where I`m seriously pimpin`
Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin` mo bitches than London got bridges
Send this to you ni**as so you besta listen well
Touch me and you`ll die, see you can burn wit` me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-i for you ni**as that`ve lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will [unverified] off it
Call Chris mane, s**t dump `em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the six riders
My ni**a CB he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin` in doors, he lookin` for him some dividends
He kidnappin` hoes so he can make him some money mane
And f**kin` wit` him is like f**kin` wit` somethin` different
Ya gotta be tough, ni**a ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash, ni**a, and dust to dust
In gats we trust ni**a, it really ain`t much ni**a
`Cuz talkin` to us ni**a, we blowin` ya up
They don`t f**k wit u like ya f**ked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it`s time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don`t f**k wit u like ya f**ked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it`s time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
I`m smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I`m blown
I`m smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I`m blown
I`m smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I`m blown
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