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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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1997

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Yeah we back up in this mothafucka 
Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe 
Three 6 mafia  M Child 
A whole bunch of mothafuckas 
And ready to do this shit 
You wanna f*ck a hoe 
Then Wait until you're back 
When the war's gone bitch 
You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas 
Thinkin' that I'm for the 9 7 
Once again  it's on 
Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch 
Woow  woow  woow woow woow woo 

Now when they comes to the hood 
I be like black in my zone 
Now when it comes to parts of the body 
I got more (??) 
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin' 
And people callin' it green 
That smoke how much I like it 
Again it's up to him 
I need to let some shots off 
And DJ Paul with Teflon also take that bulletproof off 
But when they jump, I pump 
To put some murderin' punks 
And then I dump all his body parts into my trunk 

Scarecrow 
Play 
I'ma terror from The End 
I'll watch that body explode 
If they retaliate I blast 
I think about you won't find them bloody clothes 
Kill 'em though 
Don't you know 
I want to get rid of those faked up hoes 
It's the city of Memphis 
Watch me witness how this nigga unload 
Rage make me regularly, force me blood 
I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge 
I'm nuts 
You got no crips 
You got no heart 
you niggas from the start 
I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts 

Wussup mista trick 
Do you wanna get with this 
Pimp type ass bitch down with the Triple 6 
My Lexus trunk or Viper 
Prophet Posse nothin' nicer 
In this fuckin' body parts through the air 
'Cause we come to get it crunk 
Several bodies in my trunk 
Never denyin', always highin' 
F*ck you playa hatin punks 
Always stayin' on the top 
Look at the Billboard Charts 
Prophet Posse takin' over 
Nigga now we got you high 

I don't know you 
Why the f*ck you all in my grill 
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, stay so so trill 
You ain't no killa 
My niggas leave a schedule 
Go to sleep 
Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me 
Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who comin' 
Throwin' 5 billion (??) 
While your bitch ass runnin' 
We be the Prophet definition meanin' click so tight 
M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out every night, bitch! 

I met this fool last week 
Who said he slangin' double keys 
Also had a group of bustin' all tall and some like, green ink 
What you think 
I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree 
So I drove a low key car 
Tryin' to fool the streets 
Curve after curve 
I return tryin' not to swerve 
Knowin' by the hour I be chippin' up my bag of herbs 
(??) herb AK's all kinds a guns 
'Til the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run 

Please don't test these murderers 
Slugs I will pump at your gut 
Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze 
I will dump your body parts into my trunk 
Let's go ride then play a game 
What's the game 
The game of names 
Now which, which one would you choose 
Which ever you choose you lose, you lose 

First Time on the maximum, don't be a trick 
To see them thats talk shit but they don't know the deal 
Dope sella 
BHZ's where I dwell-ah 
They looked into the barrel of my chin black Barretta 
Ratta Tatta is all you heard 
To see you niggas comin' up 
In the (???) 
But watch the game 
'Cause you don't got no friends 
Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end 

Check this here 
Niggas will, rob and steal, mob and kill 
And it feel 
They don't feel 
What I feel, then I fill 
Them buck will 
Bullet lead two to the head 
Then I lay them in graves 
That I dig 
Just for them 
Yes it is 

Slammin' bones, throwin' leaks 
Puttin' bitches in there clicks 
Kaze in this motherfuck 
Down we Prophet click 
Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas 
Mossberg slug to your grill 
You can feel this 
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me 
Project Pat is down 
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool 
We ridin' drinkin' dankin' bodies stankin' I can smell them well 
And if the police pull us over 
I'm the first to bail 

Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches 
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead 
While I drop this track 
I flack (??) I'm straight from very bone 
To the motherfucka filin' out 
I'm the first 
See Triple 6, It's on 
Bitch every mud up in a source bone 
I don't wanna kill a motha, betta get a motherfucker for talkin' that 
Shit 
Huh, I don't wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker for 
Crossin' my click bitch 
Boogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brains 
On the motherfuckin' wood grain nigga 
Pullin' the trigga like uhh die nigga uhh die nigga 

Motherfucker 
K Roc I dump but what I see in my trunk 
See me after Killa Klan 
Seein' that K Roc solo burn 
Makin' up in my green 
Prophet Posse my niggas 
Gimme that forty glock 
In my (??) pullin' that trigga 
I see traitors lookin' at playa hatas 
Fakin' while we blast our gat 
I don't know where you're at 
But hata I better witness a (??) 
If a nigga don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car 
To that ditch 
I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk

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