They Don`t F**k Wit U lyrics

Artist  : Three 6 Mafia 
Song : They Don`t F**k Wit U
 
feat. Project Pat

(DJ Paul) [Intro Repeat 2X]
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate

(DJ Paul) [Verse 1]
I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to
rest
f**kin' wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X
Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like f**k 'em
up
In the beginnin' they could've survived but they
had no nuts
Bit*h where you graduated from, I said a school
of hoe-in'
Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin'
but hoe is showin'
Too f**kin' light, too f**kin' light to try to
fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and
take yo life

[Verse 2] (Juicy J)
Yea we know you niggaz are f**kin' scared cuz we
don't play around
Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the
ground
People say you buck but we all know that's just
that liquor bro
Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from
hittin' that snow
If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks
and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave
yo body cold
Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and
coward hide yo grill
High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might
get ya killed

(Chorus 2X)
They don't f**k wit you like ya f**ked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they
as* in

[Verse 3] (Project Pat)
Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I
split ya
Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so f**k
the rest
No understandin', Projects the greedy, ya could
be next
I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ???
 
No hesitatin', I come out buckin' so watch the
nine
Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness I know
you straight
I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the
ones I hate

[Verse 4] (Lord Infamous)
Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the
f**kin' air
Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin'
everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a
f**kin' player
I'm keepin' all of you muthaf**kas in my f**kin'
prayers
Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil
stares
I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthaf**kas in my
hair
All in my bizness, God is my witness I don't even
care
Cause all you bit*hes you get the *blaah* died
hell yeah

Repeat Chorus 2X

[Verse 5] (Koopsta Knicca)
Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm
seriously pimpin'
Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bit*hes than
London got bridges
Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well
Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me
in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've
lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it
Call Chris mane, sh*t dump 'em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six
riders

[Verse 6] (Crunchy Blac)
My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks
again
He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some
dividends
He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money
mane
And f**kin' wit him is like f**kin' wit somethin'
different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much
nigga
Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up

Repeat Chorus 2X

(Til fade)
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm
blown