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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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2000

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(ScareCrow)
Please stay sleep, please stay sleep
please stay sleep, you niggas stay sleep
Sippin on six murder minutes, the sauce I give blood
from the cup to the coffin lid grill 
Silence for singin some many six songs 
of a place they call heaven now skids or broke hell
Christian or rune, my Lithonia despite ghetto
suspension suspect a sent or no souls 
Sinister sins I decided distract on a ancient crucial
past like Krueger's is gross
Satanic in scent were wrote on the scent 
it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp 
in the land of protest a man-day
Infinite six, eternal the six
forever the six I sits outta da flames
Sick minded soldiers wit suffering
singing and searching to stable severe for some pain 
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling 
crossed over the thorn on my venomous tips
Such in the same antisocial by there is no sun 
daily as the right wipe on my lips
Indulge yourself with the posters 
and noisy money and drugs interior golds
I tell you how is your profit
demand if it gets the whole world da new dinners and clothes 
  
(Gangsta Boo)
I click so quick, my spells are slick
I'm comin' again with much more
You niggas be jealous 'cause my profit sellin' 
Its fucking yo bitch but Nig-ga- roes
Just listen, I shouldn' have to mention
Yo ass is in the click, you fell in the click 
'cause you run yo mouth around the wrong misses bitch
Yo peep this, my niggas be packin' artillery making yo ass whine
I'm packin' this bomb ass car that's robbin yo ass blind all the time  
You think I love you, never nigga I'm out to get my cheese
Like Roger Rabbit, who framed the nigga that guy left on his knees?
Smokin' out, 'cause I need to get high before I go on my mission
My profit soldiers call me all about this thing called pimpin'
So listen nigga before you think you got a convict (bitch)
You got a steaming matter lil' boy that want the lifestyle of rich
 
Hook:
Sleep baby sleep
Princes is all I dream
Beware of this cloud, 'cause it is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep

(DJ Paul)
We pimpin up on these hoes wit the Mack-10
The Mack-12 hit 'em wit the Mack-11
Catch ya slippin at the 7-11 
Put the swords in the back of his cap, send him straight to heaven 7
?Lily villains? couldn't stop these hits
certainly when ya f*ck around wit da Three Six  Mafia on top a ya 
Game, really gotta wake 'em up wit the piggy bank
Really tho, sissy hoe, we up in ya house
Boo under da bed, Crunchy behind da couch
Get 'em up wit galled off
Wit da mother fucking shit we talkin' about  
Thug'd out, drugged out, already
Get 'em in they mother fucking sleep like Freddy 
Split it, doin' it, them mutha fuckin niggas doin' it
Pourin' it, the mutha fuckin Posse bitch
While you thinking we slackin' up, we jackin' up yo fuckin shit
Enemies from day one, but today sons, don't last, so ball it
Where ya run at? Da Three Six gun that, all bitches about the cheap
Hangin low and standin' hi, stayin' hi, on the mutha fuckin street

(Crunchy Black)
Should I let a nigga live?
Should I let a nigga die?
I should watch a nigga cry
While I sing dem lullaby
As da tears hit the floor
Dealin' shit, how not a roar?
Crunchy Black is not a whore
And Raven Red and heavens door
As I soar through yo life
You be beggin' for some Christ
ain't no mutha fuckin' Christ
All I want to see is die

(Juicy J)
Yo sleep at night, we coming through yo mutha fuckin' window pane
Make sure at night, you shut it tight so the killer won't split ya brain
Don't make a move in ya room you better believe it's a big surprise
Nuttin but them two like a glock boy a sick infrared between ya eyes
Tie that bitch up wit the gray tape, 
rest of the body wrap it up wit a belt
Chop, chop, chop, cut the dead body up till ya know there's nothing left
Please stay sleep!     

Hook

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