[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah! (Yeah)
Three Six (Six)
Boogie Mane (Mane)
Hypnotize Mindz (Tize Mindz)
You know (You know)
Niggas get scared when they see these hard hittas (Hard Hittas)
Walk up in the motherfuckin' club we comin to repossess and shit (Possess and shit)
They start talking like girls and shit (And shit)
[Woman]
You can't touch me
Stand back
No! No!
[DJ Paul]
Yeah
[Hook: DJ Paul]
They got scared when these hard hittas came in
They got chains but they all tucked in
We got them thangs and we brought 'em all in
These niggas play dead when they hear we came in (Came in)
They got scared when these hard hittas came in
They got chains but they all tucked in
We got them thangs and we brought 'em all in
These niggas play dead when they hear we came in (Came in)
[Verse 1: Crunchy Black]
See, I'm a hard hitta, yes, I am
And I don't really nigga give a damn
About you and how you fuckin' rock shit
I put a 45 that make you bitches stop dead
You wanna cock it, go ahead and cock it
Don't make a nigga like me make you drop it
I'm ten toes, I'm from the M-fuckin'-Town
We gangster walkin', you hear the fuckin' gangster sound
It's ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The gats we trust, y'all don't really wanna bust
I see you and your crew nigga in the club
You tuck in yo' chains, you must be some sissy club
Do you wanna go to war nigga, and spit some blood
You talkin' that shit like a fuckin' slut
You talk shit, then you might as well bring shit
I shut this muthafuckin' club down for you bitch!
[Hook]
They got scared when these hard hittas came in
They got chains but they all tucked in
We got them thangs and we brought 'em all in
These niggas play dead when they hear we came in (Came in)
They got scared when these hard hittas came in
They got chains but they all tucked in
We got them thangs and we brought 'em all in
These niggas play dead when they hear we came in (Came in)
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Now, if you wonder why so many diss Hypnotize
It's 'cause them haters ain't eatin', they on some muthafuckin diets
A lot them is really sick, I think they got amnesia
'Cause on Sunday they diss ya
But come Monday, they need ya
Quit tellin' lies to the public, if you could rewind your life back
You probably be with me on this track
But I ain't come here my nigga for no sorrow no wounds
But I'ma stay bumpin' till I bump by head on my tool
Fo' real!
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Niggas wanna blame us cause they ain't famous
They wanna ride a new whip instead of catchin' the MATA bus
So why I gotta take the blame for lame ass niggas not havin things
Maybe you need to boost some clothes, get yourself some pocket change
I know you like them fairy tales say you make the Three Six sell
So while my pockets still on swoll you reachin in the garbage pale
Playa, I'm out the frame with it, name a price, and I'll spend it
Get yourself a nine-to-five and try your luck on a lottery ticket
[Verse 4: Boogiemane]
What's up nigga, wanna be bad as the next nigga
True facts you ain't gettin' shit but fuck nigga
Buck nigga catchin' the cut when I rush nigga
Jump nigga thinkin' you cool, you chump nigga
Fuck that, I'ma get nine to get mine
If you hood dog off in the club I'm on shine
Pine in my mouth fuck up your cloud, and get paid
With the same place to call our own and get away
What's the deal? Dawg, I be 'bout buckin' and getting crunk
And really, dog, I could care less about stunts
In my trunk, though, where you gon' ride after the show
Ain't no punk goes so I suppose you'll get throwed by some elbows
Fuck it, I'll fill his ass with holes on that funk blow throwin' high low
Like I'm a pro, get buck, dog, get crunk, dog
But actin' like a fuckin' fool gon' get you jumped, dog
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