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)