First 48

Three 6 Mafia, Al Kapone, MJG, Project Pat, 8Ball, Spanish F.L.Y.

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Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia are a rap group originally from Memphis, Tennessee, signed to Sony Music Entertainment under the Columbia Records imprint. Formed in 1991 as Backyard Posse then later Triple 6 Mafia, by DJ Paul, Lord Infamous, Juicy J and Koopsta Knicca, the group later included two more members including; Crunchy Black and Gangsta Boo (who were both added shortly before the release of their debut album Mystic Stylez). The group has also collaborated with many rappers on their own label; Hypnotize Minds, where they have kick started the careers for many Memphis rappers, such as; Frayser Boy, Gangsta Blac, Lil Wyte and Indo G. The group frequently collaborates with Project Pat (Juicy J's older brother). Their 2005 song "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp" from the fil… more »


Year:
2008
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[Chorus: x2]
I'ma dedicate this to the real
All them hatin' ass niggas gettin' killed
F*ck a fake put 'em on the first 48
F*ck a fake put 'em on the first 48

Crack kill Apple Jack but I made a stack
Screamin' death to a rat, here and clickin' with the clack
40 bars bustin' at your ma, when I start 
Take a whole magazine clip till they body drop
In the city like pit bull chained up nigga, miss
Any who was near you, in bad predicaments
From the hood nigga, who heard, you can die to 
Round here with the flossin' herd, I'ma try you

Trick I ride for my city
I die for my city
Throw your hands up high, if you niggas ride with me
Where my south Memphis, north Memphis, 
West wood, orange bound, black have to the bay
Its all about the M-town
Yea I knew you never thought that we would come together hoe
Its a new day now we on another level hoe
? last of a dying breed
This for my pioneers, Memphis Tennessee 

DJ Spanish fly man, never ever givin' up
Still doin' that same flow that makin' you wanna get real buck
Get real buck and break your back, 
Like you havin' a heart attack
Shootin' in the club now you know you ain't goin' get no slack
Sweat it out, let it out, them devils they cant stop you
You be on that grab but them haters be like broke fools
Memphis ten baby and we known for that buck south
The whole world you better get you some or get on out

M game nigga, thats Memphis Tennessee game
Livin' real big 8 Ball MJG to blame
Hip hop boom slang, this ain't for the lame
Somethin' like rock n' roll, pimpin' let your nuts hang
Break the wall, Memphis walk, nigga thats the same thing
Takin' from the OG Orange mouth veteran in the game
We got the power to run things and make change
Flowed with green change, loud we can rearrange

I gotta get up, help the whole city do a sit-up
Drop down to push-ups till you spit up
Memphis Ten, this a brand new awakening
Everything's precisely planned ain't no mistakenin'
We ain't tryin' to stop now, ain't no way I'm giving in
Lapper luxury is what we living in
MJG gas through your ass hard
I'ma grown man, ain't nothin' soft I die hard
I met this lil' freak, from the street
A sexy fine white girl, that you keep
She had me up, all, every night
ATM, credit cards, swipe, if its plastic, I gott have it
The same, neighborhood, addict
Ain't no rehab that could stop me, 
She like a espresso, coffee
But once she in your system
She a keep it crunk and back it buck like
Goin' off in the back with guns out make 'em give it up
She keep your heart beatin' fast 
In bathrooms I make her holla
Every time you see her she be with me foldin' my dollar

See I wreck you haters like wreck these cars
Then go and trade it in like I trade these broads
Walk up out a scrap without a fuckin' scar
Lookin' like force, still shining like a star
Me sucka I'ma vet not a veterinarian 
Get rid of your flesh as if I was a vegetarian
F*ck 'em feed 'em bullets let the ball barrel, carry them
Take 'em to they fuckin' family, where I'm goin' burry 'em
When I told 'em I was the king but they didn't wanna believe me
Till them bullets hit 'em now they startin' to believe me
Boy you done left 'em not even a guesser
What you started lickin' off your shirt that is a guess'a
You realize that I wasn't playin iwth your clan
You realize that you had the wrong fuckin' man
Finally figured out you on the wrong fuckin' land
Take nine to the hoe, tell 'em one we ain't playin'

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Written by: ALPHONZO BAILEY, PAUL BEAUREGARD, MARLON GOODWIN, JORDAN HOUSTON, PATRICK HOUSTON, ANTONIO KIMBROUGH, PREMRO SMITH, PREMRO VONZELLAIRE SMITH

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