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Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia are a rap group originally from Memphis, Tennessee, signed to Sony Music Entertainment under the Columbia Records imprint. Formed in 1991 as Backyard Posse then later Triple 6 Mafia, by DJ Paul, Lord Infamous, Juicy J and Koopsta Knicca, the group later included two more members including; Crunchy Black and Gangsta Boo (who were both added shortly before the release of their debut album Mystic Stylez). The group has also collaborated with many rappers on their own label; Hypnotize Minds, where they have kick started the careers for many Memphis rappers, such as; Frayser Boy, Gangsta Blac, Lil Wyte and Indo G. The group frequently collaborates with Project Pat (Juicy J's older brother). Their 2005 song "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp" from the fil… more »

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Let's ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes

High off Hennessy and weed
I'mma act a damn fool

Ain't no where to run, ain't nowhere to hide
Cause we makin' death threat phone calls
Plenty killers right outside
Waitin' for you to make a move
Waitin' for you to make a move
When I get my hands on you
Ain't no tellin' what I do
Trail yo kids from home to school
Chop their bodies and them too
Bury 'em in the backyard
Use they blood to fill my pool
Fill it up til's nothing left
Tape record the face of death
Evil voices in my mind tellin'
Me to kill myself

No cap my nigga, I tell you
You say I run into you must spit rounds
Snuff mounds with oriental writing
Were on the ground
Drop down the martial law lock down
Watch out
They straps out and blood goes POW POW!
I'm allowed to get a little rowdy about now
Bitch it's sixty-six hundred-six slugs
Bitch he growl
Infamous gets hella wicked rough
When I spill guts
Ridiculous idiot, street sweeper hit you up

Let's ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes

Here is the blast
Why did you look into that mask?
Ball in the 'burban as we finish up our task
The dirty work
But dirty work there is no ask-in questions
Teaches lessons by the bullets I be stressin'
My mind is out there kinda high in the sky
I'm finna go and kill my alibi, alibi
No reason why he must die
He might just tell a lie
Never been 'bout this Prophet bitch shit

As soon as I'm steppin' up on
That platform them niggas now
Them niggas dead and now listen I'm tryin'
To tell you how set it out
We three deep in that Caprice thang
Waste my food now I got grease stains on my
It ain't no thang, we at the spot
We sweep it out of my ride
The whole scenery remindin' me of good times
Mane I gotta cock 'em up
I gotta hit the dust
I gotta touch 'em up, I bust 'em up
Them niggas are wearin' they Glock up
Let's ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes

Heidi ho silver! Like a lone ranger
Hollow in the chamber, put yourself in danger
Project ain't a stranger to drama
Get ya ass blowed off in
Front of kids and wife
Nigga what's beef? You can see
Me in the street!
I'mma show you what's real
You can see me in your grill
As you lookin' in my eyes I
Been lookin' through the mask
Stick the gun in your mouth
As the motherfucker blast
Cash nigga straight to hell
I can be the devil too
High off hennessy and weed
I'mma act a damn fool
When I run up on you that
Is where yo body lay
Cockin' back the tool that I
Spray and spray and spray
I don't give a f*ck
Turn yo spot in a blood bath
Dirty South hoe on a motherfuckin' war path
Leavin' toe tags and we blast with the AK
Rollin' off fast on the scene DOA-A

High off Hennessy and weed
I'mma act a damn fool

Let's ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes

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