em down We buck em down Only one Comin out of that back door slangin my yae-o rollin on them po-poes dropin that viper smokin that indo makin that
get it Smoke all night, sleep all day that's to me the American way Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit Blow that shit out
killing me softly Trying to put me to the test Give me a fuckin' reason just to snap yo neck I be the one with flow that's hurting all you hoes Late
love in me hoe Once I get that shit That plan in my head is to get richer Sittin' back countin' motzerella cheese That's the picture What's up,
Boo just had to let you know Closin up the chapter, trick that's after, bitch that's all she wrote Chorus (4x): Triple Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha
a pole (How you want that?) Now, dance like you dancin' on a pole (How you want that?) You like that? (I like that) You want that? (I want that) Apple
] Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on that Chris Style While my nigga Paul and rowdy Chris head to funkytown Baby come and get it crunk What's
like do or die It's hell on this earth The only thing that's missing is the fire Come on baby tell me Is it something that your eyes can't see Or are
my ride, they like..... (juicy j)verse one it's going down, three 6, felli fel it's uh, it's uh, it's uh, the first of the month and im about to go
loses, to many bosses Too many niggaz that's wantin' they own office You niggaz gotta realize who got the city owned Three Six fuckin' Mafia not these
's Project Pat up in this thang Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North" Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip Handle that
bought a one way ticket to a burnin hell For that simple reason, found you shakin, bleedin, in yo cell yeah for you niggas that's thinkin that
see it's ov, over [hook x2] Wanna run up on me it's ov Test the h c to the p it's ov Get these bullets on gp it's on me Better drop down to your knees
crucial suspension suspect a sent or no souls past like Krueger's is gross Satanic in scent were wrote on the scent it's so sacred created
' on? Hey, let me use that other phone Fuck that, she got skit to hit I'm a call that ho while she at home Hello What's the bidness bitch? Who is this
right Wit' shotguns and falsty knives That blow you clear out of sight You're wit' all your might Your conscious is stayin' by You all in that sacrifice
from off your feet And to your family and your friends I know them hoes will miss you You should have warned them that the Three 6 Mafia out to get