Triple 6 Mafia lyrics
Triple 6 Mafia lyrics
"Jealous Ass Bitches lyrics"
Get'cha Head In The Game lyrics
Coach said to fake right And break left Watch out for the pick And keep an eye on defense Gotta run the give and go And take the ball to the hole But don't be afraid To shoot the outside "J" Just keep ya head in the game Just keep ya head in the game And don't be afraid To shoot the outside "J" Just keep ya head in the game U gotta Get'cha get'cha
Coach said to fake right And break left Watch out for the pick And keep an eye on defense Gotta run the give and go And take the ball to the hole But don't be afraid To shoot the outside "J" Just keep ya head in the game Just keep ya head in the game And don't be afraid To shoot the outside "J" Just keep ya head in the game U gotta Get'cha get'cha
[DJ Paul] Jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous ass bitches! Jealous ass bitches! Jea, Jea, jealous ass bitches! jealous ass bitches! [Chorus - repeat 4X] Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho! [DJ Paul] My killas and playas We gotta hear the speaker upon a certain subject tho These niggas hatas so they talk shit bout us to our hoes They talk shit tryna put salt in our peeing These niggas being Some hating bitches but not seein We goin after you enemies Anger is all in me Graspin another clip Infared and feel these Cross outs Or get tossed out On that pizzacks Slammed to the pavement For a fizz (JEALOUS!) Never really cool wit me Hoes ya gotta put em up Backstabbers and downers hold ya down but bitch im bout some commers Puttin them guns up For ya laAnnalillia lyricsme Take no charges for ya man Toe to toe witcha hoe No problem man we can swang bang Bitch! [ScareCrow] Well I be damned Its ScareCrow, and Goddy Cally, Tomontana and Hafa We choppin off ones on these fuckin ass bitches cuz they ain't got shit else to offer, Baraka I'm only 5"5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa I can't get a post, the copper so close Less evil down here by tha dock cuz they think they some coners But in a lil while you fuck niggas gone need some blood doners We ridin through India launcher Put dirt in they launcher They dead on the corner we comin real loca I tell ya the nigs in my click man we comin real loca They stayin real blow on tha snow Always Coca Cola... but not the kind in the can The kind in the drank cooler or in the drink stand These niggas got faith in they strap like a crucifix Run on there knees like the pu
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(with Zee Carling) Heaven blesses those who wait, patience is a virtue, son Keep your toe on the line, keep your foot on the brake No sense jumpin' the gun But girl I'm tired of waitin', you know life's too short Lemme kiss ya 'til the night is done Ain't no doubt about it, you're my favourite sport, God I wanna jump the gun Chorus: Feel like jumpin' the gun, tonight I'm gonna jump the gun No cBlack Horses lyricstin richer and richer I love the almighty dollar [Juicy J] Back when I was broke didnt nobody wanna fuck wit me hangin wit my nigga D. Magic in this property snipers gaurdin niggas wit them triggers slangin nuttin but fruit making junkies flip into a zone like they on that screw those was my itles Dan and J. said stick to rap cuz if you die in that shit ima get tha gat 3 years past and I finnaly got a fuckin break 3-6 Mafia missed the styles niggas start to hate fo i started makin cheese sellin tapes underground players stay down now they frown when I come around but im maintaining still drankin hatin I cant destroy every time I ride All I hear is fuck witcha boy [Chorus 2X] Draped up and dripped out Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho Draped up and dripped out Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!
I'll never believe A word you say You gave something to me Then you threw it away The end of the street The station waits for me I'll get my train And you'll be history [chorus] Ten black horses Made of stone Ten black horses Standing on the road I'll never believe A word you say You gave something to me Then you threw it away The end of the street The station waits for me I'll get my train And