Three 6 Mafia lyrics

Three 6 Mafia lyrics

"Grab The Gauge lyrics"

A Song For Sleeping lyrics
Finally I've met you The day has come You're more than beautiful And you're my son I don't deserve this I never thought it could be Quite like the moment When you first smiled at me A toothless, wonderful feeling Like I'd never seen It's you, Noah, it's you And when you lie down to sleep I'll protect you From the demons of the night While I'm watching you grow I'll pray There's so much I could teach you If you only have the time Pray There's


[Hook: (4x)]

Grab my guage and then erase
Grab my guage and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]

Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit
This shit so funky comes way under nigga grounds are Triple 6
I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large,
I keep you hatas out my face
Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage
My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game
I'm chargin' niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid
You hoes can't fuck wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hata
Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later
Everybody wanna ride for he say she say they say next
You suckas need to grow up out that kiddy shit
Quit fakin' just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia
Coming nine-six, to two G bitch
Misses lady gangsta on that weed, chicken rib shit
Just to let you know my partner hoe come on the scenery
Scenery, fill
Held Der Arbeit lyrics
Arbeiter! Fasse dir an die eigene Nase und TANZ! Ein Wunsch wird wahr im Takt der Plaene Hammer Sichel Hobel Spaene Seit an Seit im Beat vereint wo keiner tanzt da steht der Feind Held der Arbeit Lohnempfaenger kleiner deutscher Mann Wer sagt? Wer hoert? Und was ist Trumpf? Und wer fliegt raus? Und wann? Arbeiter! Mit hei?em Herzen diene der Party! Dancefloorfragen sind Machtfraen Weitersagen! Weitersagen! Disziplin ist mehr als Drill zuerst "Ich muss" und dann "Ich will" Held der Arbeit Endverbrauche
ed wid red dots, infra red beams
Now where you gon' go?
You can't hide your life is over kid,
It's time for the killin'
Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch

[Hook 4x]

[Verse 2: DJ Paul & Juicy J]

[DJ Paul]
Man this nigga kill me
tellin' these people that he's about to go nationwide
When he gotta drop his tapes of his self
Plus he gotta call Kim, to get a ride

[Juicy J]
I saw the motherfucka standin' out in front ah Best
talkin' about, bout my tape
The nigga talk about the hard shit on that tape,
Knowin' he sweet as cake

[DJ Paul]
The type ah nigga to tell these hoes
that's he about to blow the fuck up
The only blowin' up bitch you doin'
Is when I stick the grenade in your butt

[Juicy J]
He say he smokin' so many blunts
I can't tell, ooh, he's a liar
I saw you for real,
Hit that ill shit,
You female buyer

[DJ Paul]
Juice man I know what you sayin'
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Razorblades lyrics
Yeeaaaahh, Yeeaaaahh Walking Example of you. Just wait for the silence. Talking backwards to you, it meant nothing to me. Watching the world fall on you, I'm keeping my eyes closed. Now I can see what this means to you, it meant nothing to me. This wasted so many nights and again, I've wasted so much time on a friend, Too young to proud to understand, so this is the end. Perfect timing for you to run until your legs break. So here's my reminder of you, it meant nothing to me. T
hese hoes be killin' me ever so softly,
But little bit a bitch boy know
I be sellin' his first cassette or tape offa me

[Juicy J]
Don't forget about the dope,
You enraged, after you got that page,
From a doctor from the health department
Tellin' you you are gettin' fatal wid AIDS

[DJ Paul]
This hoe boy holdin' card
Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it
Then he got fucked signed his contract
You bitch boy you's a fuckin' dummy

[Juicy J]
Lookin' tryna deal wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
Young nigga you'll never sell more than the Three 6, bitch please

[Hook (4x)]

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous & Koopsta]

Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian Arabic
I reckon I wreckin' ya South American
Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some, loop
Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of your neck
put your heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes
and straight to the head for the chief
and the blun
Forget That Day lyrics
(Jane Wiedlin) I remember that day Wind pushing birds around Trees crashing against the window Of a ghost hotel I kissed you and swore I'd never tell But you said it wasn't right I remember that day Rain pouring from the sky Dashing down the boulevard Watching the city from a tower My head felt light I knew I'd lost my heart But I just said I hate heights CHORUS Why'd you say you loved me That day, that day When you new you wouldn't have me on This day, this day Now you're fine, I'm not okay And I can
t of the Indicut down in my stash,
I reside in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em
on Infamous Island where there is no smilin'
the niggas buckwild and the weapons are silenced
there's nothing combine us,
Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
scarier, insanitarium, popper and carry 'em,
There's no merry love, only murder blood,
Till I take something worst out ah all ah these
hollow points burst and disperse going through
flesh and bone through the back of your shirt
you be burnt up and buried in dirt that'll work,
The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas for shit
they can't get wid these bitches they'll never compare,
I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 niggas still
sufferin' every day that I swear

[Koopsta Knicca]

I see them fucking pressin' on they brother man,
It happens everyday don't make me grab the guage,
Dangerously I play I best to kill wid guage
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet

[Hook ('til fade)]
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