[Chorus starts off w/cuts and scratches]
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Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch!
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Let's start a motherfucking riot in this hoe!
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[Repeat 4x]
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[Verse One: DJ Paul]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, fucker, yeah
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You got to be the weakest hoe in the world
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You move all the way to Memphis from [gunshots] (Atlanta)
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'Cause you were scared like a little girl
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Little sorry broke bitch ass nigga
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You ran your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggaz
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You landed in the "M" and saw your life was in ruins
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By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing?
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I thought you we really quick to kick some ass down here
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Memphis, Tenn. I'll take the base out of it and say so clear
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Then you move back to [gunshots] (Atlanta) and got your shot up
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While you were driving you living a life of hell
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I guess you wanted to be so much like your favorite rapper
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That you even try to die like your favorite rapper
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At ninety pounds you're too small
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Look all the trouble you found
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You've done fuck around and find yourself under the ground
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I wanted to get in that ass so I invite you to a show
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But you's a ho because your ass didn't show you ain't buck bitch!
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[Chorus 4x]
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[Verse Two: Lord Infamous]
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This right here won't stay quiet
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It might strike up a riot
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Everytime we bump this shit somebody up in here die
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The dangerous Hypnotize is from the deadliest Minds
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We are the rowdiest of hypnotists out here you will find
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You better fuck with your kind
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You do not want none of mine
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We're the funkiest, bumpiest out on the grind
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This is one your sitting in your junk get ya crunk
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We're the specialist Triple six out on the funk
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So hit the floor and give me about one hundred jawbreakers
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We're causing pain up on this thang you can't shake us
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I'm pistol-whipping, self-tripping furiously fast
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Hit the gas, the cash I'll give them a blast
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In the past, Three 6 have you beating 'em bad
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Just like the old shit you holding niggaz up in a mask
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Hit the parking lot, pop the boys
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Straight Homicide
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It be these killers man, these killers man 'bout to
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[Chorus 4x]
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[Verse Three: Crunchy Black]
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First, I've had you niggaz get buck, get wild
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Then I want you niggaz to move the fucking crowd
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Three 6 in this bitch knock a nigga down
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My nigga on the right, get buck, get wild
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My nigga on the left, smack a bitch in the mouth
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My nigga on top turn it to the ground
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For all you hoes walk around with a frown
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We gonna play a game called "Beat a bitch down"
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[Verse Four: Juicy J]
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Bitch I know It's 'bout that cash when you selling your ass
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You done spent your whole check walking around acting mad
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Heard you be at ATL, Magic City It's sad
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To cover up it's just a flauge like you ain't like the past
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You say you down with the goodbook
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I think you read a cookbook
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I know you need some help you need to go see Dr. Hoodshook
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And please quit claiming the low down dirty Three 6
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When you telling motherfuckers you ain't with it bitch!
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[Chorus 4x]
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Let's Start A Riot
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Three 6 Mafia |