Three 6 Mafia, Hypnotize Camp Posse

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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 »


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Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the mothafuckin' "M"
Back in this bitch, nigga. H-see muthafuckin' P. Hypnotize camp muthafuckin posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this muthafucka
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town.
And it's goin' down- HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!

Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!

La Chat, with that gat
The other queen of MemphisHypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...

In the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris f*ck a glass
Nigga drink it out the bottle.

Don't be hatin' and shit
'Cause we gettin' paid and shit
Ain't no need be lyin' till I die
I'm gonna be lovin' this

The bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta
Ridin' nigga posted up
F*ck you bitches up when I come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers bust
Chat, you got my fuckin' back?

Yeah I got your fuckin' back
Buckin' bitches that be hatin'
Blow their chest up through their back
(Gangsta Boo)
High as hell can't you tell
'Cause my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to f*ck this nigga 
Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotize Minds be the label that pay me
F*ck you other rappers talkin' shit
You cannot faze me

So you heard it from the queens
HCP we be together
Fuckin' with my family bitch
It's gonna have to be whatever

Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!

How can you relate to this
Niggaz they be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin' dividends
Burn it man, half in
Better known as "assed in"
All I want is money man
Can't you niggaz comprehend?
Lock and fuckin' load fool
Break the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no attitude fool
This is what we came to do
With them bodies in the bag
Put that dope in the bag
Put that money in the bag
Let's go fool, rat tat tat

They call me Juicy gigolo
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you bitches
To beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you niggaz
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Put her on the house
I got my dick sucked 
When I was on the couch
My nigga walked in 
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My nigga took her mouth

By love real my nig
Let blood spill my nig
Shoot to kill my nig
If ya real my nig
Project Pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
Hang with macks my nig
Who tote gats my nig
It's blast or be left
Baller in your blood
White girl up your nose
Ya high off that bud
A slug in the lot
Your car and no strap
Blew your goddamn brains
In your partner's lap

Choose your weapons
But boy choose them carefully
Each of my poisons 
Are deadlier melodies
I am the doctor
And this is your therapy
You can have one
So you must get a pair of these
Beat, bound and gagged
Bump off bounty
Place all his pieces
All over county
The shit's very lethal
That I place in the needle
Prepare you for your last trip
To the Cathedral

I seen how TV can hurt
And plus platinum plaques to match
And add them twenties and vogues
And Gucci jackets on backs
We got them Bentlys and Benzes
And all them Lexus on lock
The picture gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them bitches hot
You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'
And wanna rise in the hood
It's cold I'm crankin' up heat
And you wish you could
Y'all wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you wish you was
And get off the grind
I'm keepin' one in the chamber
Because I'm filled up with anger
And when I see yo little hoe 'n'
You knowin' your life's in danger
I do a show y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of shit
Is that the best way that you know
To get attention lil bitch
I understand how they feel
They feelin' that they left out
And we the ones movin' on
So we the ones talked about
But niggaz keep it your best
And one day then you'll get a crown
But until then do a hit of coke
And keep feelin' down
'Cause suckaz, that's real

Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!

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