M.e.m.p.h.i.s. lyrics

Artist  : Three 6 Mafia 
Song : M.e.m.p.h.i.s.



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DJ Paul (Crunchy Black)-
Finally, I got all
real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse
song
Niggaz that's down to cut some
muthafuckin' heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya,
ya) [*repeats through whole song*]
From hear to
ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And
you know what that mean bitch
Makin' easy
money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Makin'
easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious
nigga

Project Pat-
Call a nigga, drug
dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed
smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack
nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll
bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me,
holla at my Luger
Dro puffer, cheese come up,
when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head,
with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood
gushin', head rushin', act first, no
discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the
bullets start bustin'

Lord
Infamous-
First crime, we came with Mystic
Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep
don't fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men
embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the
Posse, we all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2
to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds,
CrazedNLazDayz
Heypno-tize, and blazed another
gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears,
evaporate

Juicy J-
I got a 357, a tec
with a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that
will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I
tell 'em they gon' get
A fiend wiolatin' the
business, I ain't wit'
And now in 2000 you
talkin' the same shit
And now in 2000 I'll
bust and I won't miss
They smoke is in the air
the liquor is still a fill
The grill is still
gold, and the curls they know kick
doors

MC Mack-
First one of us is done,
hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put
some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I
don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and
let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters
lettin' 'em know, WHOA!
Picture me, naked
face, to kickin' in your door
4, niggaz deep,
bandanas with black calicos
So, when we creep,
drop cause I'ma hit you nine times
Take your
nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind,
blow

Crunchy Black-
You can believe
this, you can believe that
And believe I got a
baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head
black
You believe I'm comin' strong, you
believe I'm all grown
You believe, that nigga,
I love to get it on
You half steppin'
I got
the weapon
Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your
mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I
love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body
parts in the field, nigga

La Chat-
No
no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no
time fo no shit
Got all my boys, don't make no
noise,
just throw that trick in the ditch
It
ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the
shit that you done
I got my piece for what I
do, to show you who the fuck number one
I shot
that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my
heart
It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep
that tone in my jaw
This ain't no crap, I speak
the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On
one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't
gone easy

Koopsta Knicca-
Man a
bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them
papers
Get the fuck away from me ho because the
crew can't stand them vapors
Take her, break
her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin' that
shit about this
man you'll get 10 slugs up in
your arm pits
Yeah we can do i,t take your
time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin'
chewin', I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight
about your friends see how them bitches gon'
start
See now that's that type of shit that
get my muh'fuckin' dick
hard

T-Rock-
Capital Mack-11's, and
load 'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's,
we pull and lock'em in the Expedition
No set a
niggaz got guns equivalent to what we
pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin'
automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle
the, butsa damager
Toss that bitch over the
banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points
into your battle troops, when I have to
shoot
Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you,
and trick be absolute

MC Mack-
I woke
up early Saturday morning,
suddenly your phone
was ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself,
man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them
robbers
Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm
stainin' for my dividends
And pay a livin',
neh nigga,
gon' bother my cheese gon' reach
the ceilling fan
You can catch my in that
president thing, on gizold when you see me
You
can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed
this evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the
treason,
time to get dirty nigga better I'll
pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all
I heard was Killa Klan Kaze

DJ
Paul-
Bitches think we playin', think this
killa shit a joke
Don't fuck around with HCP
and get you ass smoked, ho
Comin' with some
fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with
some hollow auto's, cause I
desp-iz-ise
Blastin' like some rondo batays,
for you miatays
Koop with double clicks and
duck tape, and wicked wizays
And I, perferin'
keepin' busin' in my freak time
Taught 'em in
that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
Give
you second thoughts about that businness, you
then finished right
Take you to the vault,
cash it in, all night flight
And I'm in a bad
mood, cocaine make it that
Plus, I gotta ease
on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with
that
Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga
HCP,
Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
What, what, it's CP
nigga
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga