Don't Violate

[Intro: DJ Paul, Crunchy Black] "How many, how many talk that shit" Three 6 Mafia Frayser Boy "How many, how many talk that shit" Yeah, yeah, it's going down You know what I'm sayin'? "How many, how many talk that shit" A lot of times we use the word bitch That goes for niggas and hoes "How many, how many talk that shit" Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullshit Here's what you do [Chorus: DJ Paul & (Juicy J)] Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep) And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep) And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep) And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep) And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate) [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Now niggas, mane, they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy You boys is fakers, nothin' but carbon copies When we step up in the club, niggas they play dead Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some motherfuckin' hugs Y'all niggas nicer than grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club I'll cut your head off like Al Qaeda in this bitch WHAT! [Verse 2: Juicy J] I ain't playin' wit' you niggas, I'll put my hands on you niggas My foot will stand on you niggas, I thought you knew we pull triggers So why you testin' me bitches, you must be tryin' to get stitches All on your forehead, you're cold dead, for fuckin' wit' pimpin' I'll take the back of a gun, hit you, you startin' to run Split you with two fuckin' halves, you mad runnin' your tongue I ain't no ho that be likin', bustin', and fightin', and bitin' I'm like a Tennessee Titan, tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin', bitch! [Chorus: DJ Paul & (Juicy J)] Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep) And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate) [Verse 3: Crunchy Black] See, I'm quick wit' the pistols, shootin' that missile If I catch you slippin', then I'm going to get you, mister I ain't gon' miss ya, I'ma go and split ya No evidence, witnesses, no picture Talk that shit, bro, told you I'ma get ya Hit you in the head with the tip of the pistol Yeah, I do it big, shit, I'm playin' wit' your sister Like Eskimos, leave you frozen in a blizzard [Verse 4: Frayser Boy] Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath Fuckin' wit' the Hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death Real niggas, yeah, we is, you can come and find out Frizzle's on the Bay, I can show you what a grind 'bout Three 6 got me on, now I got to keep a tone Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it's on Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy's ten toed Leave his ass in the past nigga like Nintendo, whoa [Chorus: DJ Paul & (Juicy J)] Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)