Beatem To Da Floor (Explicit Album Version)

Beatem To Da Floor - Three 6 Mafia

So this is what I＇m a do man

You know what I＇m sayin＇

I＇m a get each of you niggaz

You know what I＇m sayin＇

From the bay by the b-ball piece

When you see this ni**a

You know what I＇m sayin＇

I want y＇all to whoop his b**ch a**

Man you know what I＇m sayin

Beat his motha f**kin a**

To the ground like a motherf**ker

Man f**k this b**ch a**

See this how a** kickin＇

Get down your boys get

(Beat down )

Your b**ches get

(Beat down )

Your brothers get

(Beat down )

Your mothers get

(Beat down )

Your cousins get

(Beat down )

And any ni**a that try to clown

We leavin＇ em on the ground

＇Cuz we stomp a hole

Until his a** throw up and after that

Them signs is gettin＇ thrown up

I＇m answer to the right

I＇m answer to the left we

Snatchin＇ your chain and check

Your pockets ＇till nothin＇ left

I＇m a crunk this ni**a

Though treat ＇em like a hoe

Ask these lil＇ b**ches what

The f**k they hittin＇ for

Crunchy ain＇t a hoe and

Crunchy can＇t go and

Crunchy ain＇t a ni**a that you

Wanna f**k with low

If you didn＇t know then ni**a

You can know then meet me

Down foo in the middle of the floor

I＇ma break it down slow

And fill you up with dro and

Smoke a little that ＇till I

Can＇t smoke no more

I＇m gon＇ whoop this ni**a

I＇m gon＇ whoop this ni**a

I＇m gon＇ take it outside

Click click (Boom ) with the trigger

I＇m gon＇ rob this boy

I＇m gon＇ mob this boy

I＇m gon＇ call the f**kin

Killers do a job on this boy

We gon＇ beat em to the floor

We gon＇ beat em to the floor

We gon＇ beat em to the floor

We gon＇ beat em to the floor

We gon＇ beat em to the floor

We gon＇ beat em to the floor

We gon＇ beat em to the floor

We gon＇ beat em to the floor

You don＇t know what just happened

You suffering from a fracture

You rebel let me catch you

I＇ll beat you belly bastard

You have a bad concussion

From tripple six bone rushin＇

You all beat up and busted

You shouldn＇t have pressed that button

You all bloody and bumy

You yellin＇ for you mommy

And people think its funny

Quit tryin＇ to out run me

Your eyes are blue and black and

Your clothes are ripped and tackin＇

You thought that you could hack it

You shouldn＇t have wore that jacket

＇Cuz I wreck it smith and west

And my weapon we steppin＇

To let the still meet your chest

And don＇t play with these killers

They come from those parts

The north where niggaz be pullin＇

The whole cart so mista big

Playa mista big time playa

You got the sh*t on lock why

You on my dick

Like a b**ch walkin＇ around

Like you stone high

Hollow tip bullets don＇t die

Ni**a they multiply

I＇m gon＇ whoop this ni**a

I＇m gon＇ whoop this ni**a

I＇m gon＇ take it outside click

Click (Boom ) with the trigger

I＇m gon＇ rob this boy

I＇m gon＇ mob this boy

I＇m gon＇ call the f**kin killers

Do a job on this boy