Body Parts 3

Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis Cock 'em up Hypnotized minds, HCP, hypnotized camp posse We finna do this for all you thievin' ass Wanna be us ass niggaz out there Stealin' motherfucker, take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga Make this money like we makin' it nigga, throw it down Ain't never been a motherfuckin' bitch Hypnotized here just to get that grip Y'all niggaz talk 'cause ya talk like a bitch Y'all niggaz walk 'cause ya walk like a bitch Now ain't that some shit ya hatin' on this click You gon' make a nigga get up with cha kid Split yo wig oh yes, I did I told you, you don't want it with a hard hitta kid I done warned the glock spot to spot hit the locks Hit a nigga for his stash spot Took the rock nigga was got that was the plot Dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop Open it up for closin' it up I don't give a fuck On a daily basis I be postin' it up Smokin' it up choppin' it to match it wit dub Give us a club six mane tearin' it up These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin' getcha merked hoe Chop it yeah, I hope folk money what I work fo' Paul and Juicy sent me gotta put you in the dirt bro Comin' with the pistols is easy we can get you guys Frayser boy bizzle or beezy it's the hypnotize HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low If you know what I know run that shit to my doe We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker But ya'll know ya'll done heard all that befo' Y'all done seen the fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk Lights out next to the Mississippi river plumped Duck tape hog tied wrong place wrong time Hypnotized minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already know I'm the truth and out the booth never been a hoe Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya through the doe You ain't know I'm a young rich gangsta nigga Never been one of them old type wanksta niggaz I'm a smart muhfucka ask my mama who made me A lotta niggaz mad 'cause they know they can't fade me I'm Chrome Carleone Paul and Juicy who pay me Well it's ya boy grandaddy call me Mr. Man Fuckin' ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies See I could give a fuck about ya tossin' all ya tough talkin' You don't like me nigga hit me in my mouth Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across then Candy ass nigga boy you softer than cotton Fight me or squash it 'cause I ain't 'bout the spit boxin' Hootin and hollerin' like a cheerleader squadron You can't be like me slangin' D 'cause I'm hurtin' ya No competition with the juice 'cause it's curtains It ain't nothin' shakin' but some pimps in this bizitch That's why you muggin' and yo face lookin' pizzissed Stay flippin' cars ballin' out like to shizine You stay askin' questions how the hell them niggaz do that We smoke the best of dro while she down with some jack-jack My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went platinium Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at 'em Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam Niggaz rob, kill, murder steal for that ghetty green U.S. marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head I'm was like, "I ain't did shit why you hatin' this?" Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this I been doin' this too long to still be strugglin' livin' like this Fuckin' off with major labels slayed me like a bitch And these got cheese and ride on rolls it mean hoes But still on the road doin' free shows Tryna get a few spins in a few spots I growed up back in the day I wouldn't use my glock I hear a lotta corny shit on the radio That's because they record company wouldn't spend dough Yeah, my label got a hook up with MTV But they just keep forgettin' to tell 'em 'bout me They try to play like its love and it's family But all my marketin' dollars goin' to, shh Tear da club up was the first crunk fight song I made that in 92 a lil' not long That it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on That's why three 6 is the most known unknowns