Barrin' you bitches lyrics

Artist  : Three six mafia 
Song : Barrin' you bitches
 
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be
barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be
barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards
stick them bitches for riches

DJ Paul-
My nigga silent night, deadly night
That's when I start when I start creepin' like a
hitman
Scope my man then I toss the dynamite
Bitches yall ain't got the guns
Bitches yall ain't got the funds
Fuckin' around with Three to Six I'll make you
niggas duck and run
Hoes this ain't no game I'm ???, I'm sad, I'm fed
up with you boys
Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he
still remeber them punks
Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga
Make his eyes close I drop you niggas like I drop
my hoes

Gangsta Boo-
I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we
packin'
Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with
rappin'
How you bumpin' our shit then you turn around an
you diss?
You wouldn't want to step with ?? and his shit
you rookie bitch
Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy 
I ain't sayin your name you know who you are Lil'
Boy
In my time I saw faces, people of shades and
races
People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you
satan

I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be
barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be
barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be
barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards
stick them bitches for riches

Juicy J-
Now I ain't fucked up bout these niggas dissin'
Cause a nigga givin these blessings
See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a
fuckin' weapon
Know your momma taught you better, never try to
diss a player
Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill
you later
Probably I should call the boys
Tell them to bring them toys
We gonna bust them bitches and fold them up like
aluminium foil
 
And keep loadin them guns
Takin em one by one
Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks until the job
is done

Lord Infamous-
Take em' on a lyrical holocaust
Infamous is just our mafia boss
Nigga walk around with his head blown off
Call me the wicked ass lord of farce
Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart
Infamous coke has got no heart
Coming through the hoe ain't no motherfuckin boss
Fall to the earth ???
Hoes be froze in a permanent dose
These bitches blow me outta their clothes
Call me the nigga with the dirty nose
That will unload a 44 up to the foes
Ain't no playin with you motherfuckin hoes
Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know
But the infamous know you
So and So and Toe and Toe I take the flow

I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be
barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be
barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be
barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards
stick them bitches for riches

Koopsta Knicca-
Ahh... ??? ??? dress up on my head see, heard
dat?
Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga hell yeah
Jumped up out the bed cause no sofa ??? ya heard?
??? ??? 4 clickas ain't going out like no bitch
Ain't no ??? out this place like that fog up in
my face
Ain't no rollin' like no sissy
Ain't no busta bitch, OK?
Grab that gat cocked and handle like they think
that I'm crazed
So hit in their the face like a third grader on
acid

I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be
barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be
barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be
barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards
stick them bitches for riches