Let`s Start a Riot lyrics

Artist  : Three 6 Mafia 
Song : Let`s Start a Riot
 


(Chorus starts off w/cuts and scratches)
Let's
start a motherfucking riot in this bitch!
Let's
start a motherfucking riot in this hoe!
(Repeat
4x)

[Verse One: DJ Paul]
Yeah, yeah,
yeah, fucker, yeah
You got to be the weakest
hoe in the world
You move all the way to
Memphis from *gunshots* (Atlanta)
'Cause you
were scared like a little girl
Little sorry
broke bitch ass nigga
You ran your mouth and
got into it with some real ass niggaz
You
landed in the "M" and saw your life was in
ruins
By the way nigga, how your collarbone
doing?
I thought you we really quick to kick
some ass down here
Memphis, Tenn. I'll take
the base out of it and say so clear
Then you
move back to *gunshots* (Atlanta) and got your
shot up
While you were driving you living a
life of hell
I guess you wanted to be so much
like your favorite rapper
That you even try to
die like your favorite rapper
At ninety pounds
you're too small
Look all the trouble you
found
You've done fuck around and find
yourself under the ground
I wanted to get in
that ass so I invite you to a show
But you's a
ho because your ass didn't show you ain't buck
bitch!

(Chorus 4x)

[Verse Two: Lord
Infamous]
This right here won't stay
quiet
It might strike up a riot
Everytime
we bump this shit somebody up in here die
The
dangerous Hypnotize is from the deadliest
Minds
We are the rowdiest of hypnotists out
here you will find
You better fuck with your
kind
You do not want none of mine
We're the
funkiest, bumpiest out on the grind
This is one
your sitting in your junk get ya crunk
We're
the specialist Triple six out on the funk
So
hit the floor and give me about one hundred
jawbreakers
We're causing pain up on this
thang you can't shake us
I'm pistol-whipping,
self-tripping furiously fast
Hit the gas, the
cash I'll give them a blast
In the past, Three
6 have you beating 'em bad
Just like the old
shit you holding niggaz up in a mask
Hit the
parking lot, pop the boys
Straight
Homicide
It be these killers man, these
killers man 'bout to

(Chorus
4x)

[Verse Three: Crunchy Black]
First,
I've had you niggaz get buck, get wild
Then I
want you niggaz to move the fucking
crowd
Three 6 in this bitch knock a nigga
down
My nigga on the right, get buck, get
wild
My nigga on the left, smack a bitch in
the mouth
My nigga on top turn it to the
ground
For all you hoes walk around with a
frown
We gonna play a game called "Beat a
bitch down"

[Verse Four: Juicy J]
Bitch
I know It's 'bout that cash when you selling your
ass
You done spent your whole check walking
around acting mad
Heard you be at ATL, Magic
City It's sad
To cover up it's just a flauge
like you ain't like the past
You say you down
with the goodbook
I think you read a
cookbook
I know you need some help you need to
go see Dr. Hoodshook
And please quit claiming
the low down dirty Three 6
When you telling
motherfuckers you ain't with it
bitch!

(Chorus 4x)