We `bout To Ride lyrics

Artist  : Three 6 Mafia 
Song : We `bout To Ride
 


{DJ Paul: talking}
yeah nigga
the mother
fuckin two time two time motherfuckin champions
in this bitch
I got another motherfuckin gold
plaque on the wall now nigga
now tell me what
you think about that look me in my eyes
and
tell me nigga bitch bitch bitch bitch hoe hoe hoe
nigga

{Juicy J}
(background mixed
through various parts of whole song)
drop em
in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast you'll be
flying

{Crunchy Black}
we bout to ride
on these fools cock these nines on these fools
(x2)

{DJ Paul}
like
thisssssssssss
now in my city its so real in
my city its so fake
got some niggas that's
gone play got some niggas that gone hate
got
some niggas that's gone dis the treal niggas on
the tape
but them the ones who want the
streets so they start to evaporate
that's why
them niggas ain't around no more
cause them
niggas could sell no more
without the
Hypnotize or the Prophet nigga you is no
more
got plaques up on my walls
got
twenties on my cars
keep coming like you
coming and I'm gonna show you
I ain't fucked
up bout no charge nigga

{Juicy J}
can
you niggas feel my pain
catch me standing in
the rain
holding on a rusty 2
bout to act a
fuckin fool
is the 6 the devil though
make
you wanna powder your nose
have you smoking
hydro weed
satisfaction guaranteed
bucking
wild and throwing signs
knowing these niggas
done loss they minds
blame it on Coriddy and
Ooh
when we cock them thangs and
shoot
thinking somebody had seen my
face
now I'm gonna catch a murder case
just
gonna beat him round for round and leave him in
the river

{[DJ Paul] Crunchy
Black}
[They try to]
we bout to ride on
these fools cock these nines on these fools
(x4)

{DJ Paul: talking}
hahaha y'all
niggas still don't understand
nigga look
around motherfucker look the fuck around
you
and see who you see nigga all you see is
me
Hypnotized C-A-M-motherfuckin-P
bitch
come on come on keep it coming keep it
coming keep it coming

{Project Pat}
so
you wanna try a
nigga with the nine-a
creep
up from behind ya
like the macarena
shoot ya
in your spine-a
strap ya like a minor
patch
out your hizead
slug bloody rized
staying
on the low low
hating that's a no no
duck
taping trick up
in the trunk you go go
you
gonna shake and shiver
pain I
deliver
kidnapping fools throw they body in
the river

{Koopsta Knicca}
let get this
on
you think I just piss off them fuckin sluts
then a
the streets auto traffic gonna fuck you
up but now
I had to tremble quick cause he bump
with it
got some midgets in my clizick now I'm
pimping bitch
my friends have brand new
teams
twenties hundred ain't she motherfuckin
funny
North Memphis come we catching
everything and money
home at night keep my
motherfuckin eyes open
cause last night I'm
dealing with the fedz in the corner
store

{Crunchy Black}
yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo
I locked em in the trunk
and dropped they
bodies off
see cash in B.Z. you get that sawed
off funk
point to your head and then left
someone dead
then try that with thugs and be
half out your head
see messing with me is like
messing with the fedz
see messing with me is
like being halfway dead
most niggas don't walk
my path I done already laid
put 2 in the gun
and flex so I won't be in that resting
place

{Lord Infamous}
don't make me get
ignorant, feel the incisions
I shall make
fragments, daggerous dragon
poison and lashes,
2000 hazardous
can you imagine, me with the
Magnum
fire breathing dragon, blow away the
ashes
what the fuck happen, torture and trap
them
Satan is digging, Scarecrow
premonition
the world is ending, please make a
decision

{LaChat}
mayn fuck that
shit
go get that bitch and throw her ass in my
trunk
that infrared net be getting her
head
she make more sounds and she
dumped
where the fuck the evidence
bitch
only heat for my witness
you think
I'm playing what you saying
LaChat ain't bout
her business
I tote my glock I keep it
cocked
the .38 slug for a nigga
could be my
brother husband cousin
fuck him I pull the
trigger
got no remorse wont
sympathize
ain't got no love in my
soul
don't fuck with me know who I
be
LaChat that murdering
hoe

{T-Rock}
I got him running from my
slugs wrath
niggas get they mugs
snapped
licking shots from plastic
glocks
you marinate in blood
baths
ignorance leave my manner
silently
concealed with Anna
hoe I pugulize your
skull
and split it with the snipers
scanner
insert the capping glock
gunpoint
faster props
lock and load like master
lock
and hit you for an aftershock
I'm a
snake so meet your fate
compensate the paper
chase
Triple 6 is running shit
corroborate
and we make you wait

{Lil Pat}
you's
out there thinking we just bullshittin
about
this shit gone whined up being
the very
motherfucker with they wig split
laying there
in the corner
that you cant just see me come
out of
now you think a nigga still
playing
bitch what's up cuz
like I always
said
I'm gonna tell you once and ain't no
more
I think I done made it clear
enough
about how these ballers like the
road
I ain't you hoe
Lil P don't mess with
me when I get good and crunk
or you gonna find
yourself locked in the fuckin trunk

{Juicy
J}
(background mixed)
drop em in the trunk
lock em in trunk real fast you'll be flying