Artist: Three 6 Mafia f/ Project Pat
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Album: Choices The Album
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Song: They Don't Fuck Wit U
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Typed by: [email protected]
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(DJ Paul) [Intro Repeat 2X]
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Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
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Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
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Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
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Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
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Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
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(DJ Paul) [Verse 1]
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I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest
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Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X
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Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up
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In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts
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Bitch where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in'
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Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin'
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Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight
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Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life
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[Verse 2] (Juicy J)
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Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around
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Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground
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People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro
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Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow
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If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll
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Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
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Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
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High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed
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(Chorus 2X)
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They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
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Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
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You got no ends, now you got no friends
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Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
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[Verse 3] (Project Pat)
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Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya
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Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya
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Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest
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No understandin', Projects the greedy, ya could be next
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I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ???
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No hesitatin', I come out buckin' so watch the nine
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Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness I know you straight
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I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate
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[Verse 4] (Lord Infamous)
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Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air
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Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere
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You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player
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I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers
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Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares
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I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair
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All in my bizness, God is my witness I don't even care
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Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah
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Repeat Chorus 2X
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[Verse 5] (Koopsta Knicca)
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Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin'
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Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bitches than London got bridges
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Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well
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Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell
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This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it
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Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it
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Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch
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Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders
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[Verse 6] (Crunchy Blac)
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My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again
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He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends
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He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane
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And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different
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Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
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Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
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In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga
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Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up
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Repeat Chorus 2X
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(Til fade)
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I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown
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They Don't Fuck Wit U
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| Three 6 Mafia |
