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Knock tha black off yo ass

by Three 6 Mafia


[Hook 2x]
It ain´t no bitch in my blood nigga its nothing but thug [2x]
I´lll knock tha black off yo ass [4x]

[Project Pat] {North North} [repeated throughout verse]
The main nigga on the block where it´s hot talking shit
I be the main motherfucker somewhere dead in a ditch
Bullet lead to his broke leg two off in his head
Was he scared then hit the man ´cause of what he said
Copastead I be copastatic means I´m to the good
Copper lead in my automatic when I´m in your ´hood
Wish you would try to flex dog pistol in my drawers
Hollywood North Memphis dog motherfuck the laws
Kept it real from the jump street still lookin´ up to me
Out your grill bustin´ wit´ the heat off of the concrete
Blow your toes bloody out your nose got the body cold
Guy´s will roll you to hospital full of hollow holes
Check ´em in with a sheisty grin you get out this cab
You gon´ hand me some damn ends break yourself for dad
Doin´ bad but I´m not for long my nigga it´s on
When I shoot with this fuckin´ tone you is gon´ be gone

[Hook 2x]

[Juicy J] {North North} [Repeated throughtout verse]
(Mmmhmm)
10 g´s will get your ass blown off
Have your mama boohooin´ and your daddy and your mother in law (mmmhmmm)
20 g´s will get your ass chopped up
By some rendevue barbecue tips we don´t give a fuck (mmmhmm)
30 g´s will get you thrown in a river
Splittin´ wit´ your nigga he´d probably ride wit´ her (mmhmm)
50 g´s will get you cold taken out
Niggaz mention your name they say "Man we don´t know what you talkin´
´bout" (mmmhmm)
You can get your ass pistolwhipped with a nine or a.45 or a henny dip
We fight dirty till we die nigga get your throat slit
Then we stomp you to the ground and then we throw your arm a clip
We don´t give a fuck

[Hook 2x]

[Crunchy Black]
You can talk about this you can talk about that
But if I catch you talkin´ I´ma beat you wit´ a bat
Do you something wrong nigga how you like that
I thought I saw a puttycat I thought I saw a cat
Peepin´ my goods try´na see my stash
But if I catch you peepin´ nigga that´s your ass
You the type of nigga that´ll keep coming back
So I´ma gon´ kill you leave you dead where you at

[DJ Paul]
I think they better call Bush ´cause it´s a national disaster
When I unleash my pistolgrip Bushmaster
Ring the alarm I got double charms
100 round spinnin´ you can´t hide you can´t run
I´m a sniper ridin´ in a blue Chevy
A trunk full of guns man you hoes ain´t ready
Kill a bitch like Freddy in the beddy in pajamas
In the middle of the night wake him up to red sights (Blaoow!)

[Hook 2x]





 

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