收聽Three 6 Mafia的They Don't Fuck With U歌詞歌曲

They Don't Fuck With U

Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat2014年8月29日

They Don't Fuck With U 歌詞

 

They Don't **** With U - Three 6 Mafia/Project Pat

Gangsta g g gangsta g g gangsta

Gangsta g g gangsta g g gangsta

 

Gangsta g g gangsta g g gangsta

 

Gangsta gangsta weak niggas perpetrate

Gangsta gangsta weak niggas perpetrate

 

Gangsta g g gangsta g g gangsta

 

Gangsta g g gangsta g g gangsta

 

Gangsta gangsta weak niggas perpetrate

Gangsta g g gangsta g g gangsta

 

I grab my swatter I swat this bug he laid to rest

F**kin' wit T R I P L E S I X

Niggas be talkin' but in the end I like f**k em up

In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts

B**ch where you graduated from I said a school of ho in

Cuz in yo face off in the streets ain't nothing but ho is showin'

Too f**kin' light too f**kin' light to try to fight

Stick you with knives s***t you with nines and take yo life

Yea we know you niggas 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

Niggas 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

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 it's time to get the strap and go and do they a** in

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 it's time to get the strap and go and do they a** in

Whachu doin' round hea my ni**a 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

Could it be me could it be somethin' in the f**kin' air

I'm seein' niggas them niggas 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 b**ches you get the blaah died hell yeah

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 it's time to get the strap and go and do they a** in

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 it's time to get the strap and go and do they a** in

Deep deep in them trenches of memphis where I'm seriously pimpin'

Da koopsta da knicca breakin' mo b**ches 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 a** will off it

Call chris mane sh*t dump em in a ditch

 

Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the six riders

My ni**a 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 ni**a ya gotta be rough

 

Like ash to ash ni**a and dust to dust

 

In gats we trust ni**a it really ain't much ni**a

 

Cuz talkin' to us ni**a we blowin' ya up

 

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 it's time to get the strap and go and do they a** in

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 it's time to get the strap and go and do they a** in

I'm smoked out snorted out drunken and I'm blown

 

I'm smoked out snorted out drunken and I'm blown

I'm smoked out snorted out drunken and I'm blown

I'm smoked out snorted out drunken and I'm blown

 

I'm smoked out snorted out drunken and I'm blown

 

I'm smoked out snorted out drunken and I'm blown

I'm smoked out snorted out drunken and I'm blown

 

I'm smoked out snorted out drunken and I'm blown

 

I'm smoked out snorted out drunken and I'm blown