Three 6 Mafia lyrics
Three 6 Mafia lyrics
"Testin My Gangsta lyrics"
Breeding The Spawn lyrics
Eulogy inscribed in the scrolls of humanity. Ancient scriptures of predicted demise. A world encased in the womb of it's ignorance. = Extinction will be swift, relentless butchery. The structure collapses, spewing forth mutation. Plague bathes the earth from infected skies. Chaotic saturation into the pores of existence. Breeding the spawn. Effigy awake in it's mummified region. Silent t
Eulogy inscribed in the scrolls of humanity. Ancient scriptures of predicted demise. A world encased in the womb of it's ignorance. = Extinction will be swift, relentless butchery. The structure collapses, spewing forth mutation. Plague bathes the earth from infected skies. Chaotic saturation into the pores of existence. Breeding the spawn. Effigy awake in it's mummified region. Silent t
[DJ Paul Talking]
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and they hate the shit
They try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it
But yall ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
I'ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin' world rock
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and carrying plastic glocks
And please don't try to test us cuz you know we'll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us
Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us
I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis)
H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others
Pathetic lyrics
Here's another speech you wish I'd swallow Another cue for you to fold your ears Another train of thought too hard to follow Chugging along to the song that belongs to The shifting of gears Please forgive me for my distance The pain is the evident in my existence Please forgive me for my distance The shame is manifest in my resistance To your love, to your love, to your lovegone be less
Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team
Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you
That ain't what they really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement
Nigga
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Why yall Test My Gangsta
These bitches Test My Gangsta
[Repeat 8x]
Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now
[Repeat 4x]
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking
Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun
Blow out ya lungs
Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
When you see me coming, better run for fucking cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44, Tre-8
This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the ground bro', with your fuckin' shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a nigga out his clothes
Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and test the waters
You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
Why you niggaz wanna test my gangsta?
Don't make a nigga run up and shan
Or put some cement in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you shoot yourself and then I'm thankin' ya
Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya cuz
Get nothing from me, but gangsta love
No testin' me my nigga, have you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya bitch ass up
[Verse 4: Juicy-J]
(Yeah Hoe!) [repeated throw the verse]
You niggaz be trying to test, I ain't no slouch
I squeeze my fuckin' fist, my nig', I break the law
I call out a hit my nig', I make the fall
The handle with the bloody trig', is all they saw
'Fo yo ugly face was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at your frown, with hollow rounds
I bet ya wanna run and shit, it's too late now
You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!
[Chorus]
Here's another speech you wish I'd swallow Another cue for you to fold your ears Another train of thought too hard to follow Chugging along to the song that belongs to The shifting of gears Please forgive me for my distance The pain is the evident in my existence Please forgive me for my distance The shame is manifest in my resistance To your love, to your love, to your love
Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team
Don't let the shit talkin' on them CD's fool you
That ain't what they really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement
Nigga
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Why yall Test My Gangsta
These bitches Test My Gangsta
[Repeat 8x]
Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now
[Repeat 4x]
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking
But Life Goes On lyrics
Entombed - "But Life Goes On" from the "Left Hand Path" album 1989 (These words taken from the "But Life Goes On" demo) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A rotten stench Surrounds another ended life Maggots infesting the rotten flesh Is that the way you want to die? Decomposed Don't want to live in a decaying shell But why should I go to heaven And who
with the bestEntombed - "But Life Goes On" from the "Left Hand Path" album 1989 (These words taken from the "But Life Goes On" demo) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A rotten stench Surrounds another ended life Maggots infesting the rotten flesh Is that the way you want to die? Decomposed Don't want to live in a decaying shell But why should I go to heaven And who
Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun
Blow out ya lungs
Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
When you see me coming, better run for fucking cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44, Tre-8
This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the ground bro', with your fuckin' shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a nigga out his clothes
Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and test the waters
You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
Why you niggaz wanna test my gangsta?
Don't make a nigga run up and shan
Beautiful Food lyrics
* [Intro] It's not, it's not coming in the other ear... okay, it's good now [Verse One] I'm talking about chicken a la king Mango and Garbanzo Tabooli Grilled potatoes and vegetables With roasted garlic and basil Zucchini ziti Granola fruit bar Jerk, cucumbers, spinach, soup Spiced oatmeal with fruit and nuts Lemon garlic dressing Zucchini crab cakes Vegetarian fillet of fish over ric
k ya* [Intro] It's not, it's not coming in the other ear... okay, it's good now [Verse One] I'm talking about chicken a la king Mango and Garbanzo Tabooli Grilled potatoes and vegetables With roasted garlic and basil Zucchini ziti Granola fruit bar Jerk, cucumbers, spinach, soup Spiced oatmeal with fruit and nuts Lemon garlic dressing Zucchini crab cakes Vegetarian fillet of fish over ric
Or put some cement in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you shoot yourself and then I'm thankin' ya
Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya cuz
Get nothing from me, but gangsta love
No testin' me my nigga, have you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya bitch ass up
[Verse 4: Juicy-J]
(Yeah Hoe!) [repeated throw the verse]
You niggaz be trying to test, I ain't no slouch
I squeeze my fuckin' fist, my nig', I break the law
I call out a hit my nig', I make the fall
The handle with the bloody trig', is all they saw
'Fo yo ugly face was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at your frown, with hollow rounds
I bet ya wanna run and shit, it's too late now
You shouldn't have been runnin' ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!
[Chorus]