Triple 6 Mafia lyrics

Triple 6 Mafia lyrics

"Barrin' You Bitches lyrics"

I Am Your Child lyrics
I'm your child, and I give my life to you Wholly available, faithful and true. And in my life, let your life be seen So that the world may know I am your child. Take me Lord, I am your child. Send me Lord, set my heart on fire. Words and Music by Geoff Bullock. Copyright ? 1991 Hillsongs Music. All rights reserved.
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches

[DJ Paul]
My nigga silent night, deadly night
That's when I start when I start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man then I toss the dynamite
Bitches yall ain't got the guns
Bitches yall ain't got the funds
Fuckin' around with Three to Six I'll make you niggas duck and run
Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys
Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga
Make his eyes close I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes

[Gangsta Boo]
I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin'
Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin'
How you bumpin'
Feel lyrics
Come and hold my hand I wanna contact the living Not sure I understand This rope I've been given I sit and talk to God And he just laughs at my plans My head speaks a language I don't understand I just wanna feel Real love fill the home that I live in Cos I got too much life Running thru my veins Going to waste I don't wanna die But I ain't keen on living either Before I fall i
our shit then you turn around an you diss? You wouldn't want to step we been in this shit you rookie bitch Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy I ain't sayin your name you know who you are Lil' Boy In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches [Juicy J] Now I ain't fucked up bout these niggas dissin' Cause a nigga givin these blessings See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a fuckin' weapon Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later Probably I should call the boys Tell the
20 Tongues lyrics
run your mouthbrothers, sisters watch your backknives are coming down from the mouths of familyput down, let down, let die through these liesbroken i stand unreconciledsubmissive resistance amputation of a helping handgossip, gossip, gossippride comes before your fallwho do you think of when you're running your mouth?your friends, they tell me every word that you saygood thing i have you to tell my
to bring them toys We gonna bust them bitches and fold them up like aluminium foil And keep loadin them guns Takin em one by one Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks until the job is done [Lord Infamous] Take em' on a lyrical holocaust Infamous is just our mafia boss Nigga walk around with his head blown off Call me the wicked ass lord of farce Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart Infamous coke has got no heart Coming through the hoe ain't no motherfuckin boss Fall to the earth ? Hoes be froze in a permanent dose These bitches blow me outta their clothes Call me the nigga with the dirty nose That will unload a 44 up to the foes Ain't no playin with you motherfuckin hoes Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know But the infamous know you So and So and Toe and Toe I take the flow I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm ple
Cheater's Road lyrics
Down a dirt road in southern Louisiana Flew a white Continental with the top laid back Pretty blonde sittin' on a seat of red leather Dust blowin' outta those well wore tracks She goin' back Moss hangin' down like beards in the bayou Old folks watchin' from a rockin' chair Ain't no place for a girl of her state She's gonna ruin her reputation She don't care cause he's waitin' there She's gonna say
nty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches [Koopsta Knicca] Ahh... ? dress up on my head see, heard dat? Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga hell yeah Jumped up out the bed cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard? ? 4 clickas ain't going out like no bitch Ain't no ? out this place like that fog up in my face Ain't no rollin' like no sissy Ain't no busta bitch, OK? Grab that gat cocked and handle like they think that I'm crazed So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches