Intro: DJ Paul
Yeahhh….3 6, Boogieman, Hypnotize Minds, ya know, n****s get scared when they see these hard hitters, we walk up in the muthaf***in club, we come repossessing s***, they start talkin like girls and s*** **lady screams***…….YEAH!!!
Chrous:2x
They got scared when these hardhitters came in, they got chains
But they all tucked in, we got them thangs and we brought em all in
These n****s play dead when they heard we came in (came in)
Crunchy Black:
See imma hard hitter Yes-I-Am, and I don’t really n**** give a damn, about you or how you f***in rock s***, I pull this 4 5 and make you b****es stop it, you wanna cop it then go head and cop it, don’t make a n**** like me make ya drop it, I ten toes I’m from the M f***in town, we gangsta walkin ya hearin this f***in gangsta sound, its ashes to ashes dust to dust ya’ll don’t really wanna buck, I see you and ya crew n**** in the club, ya tuck in ya chains you must be some sissy cuz, you wanna n**** and spit some blood, talkin that s*** like a f***in slut, ya talk s*** then ya might as well bring s***, I SHUT THIS MUTHAF***IN CLUB DOWN FOR YA B****!!!
Chrous:2x
DJ Paul:
Now if you wonder why so many this hypnotize, its cuz them haters ain’t eaten they on some muthaf***in diets, a lot of em is really sick I think they got amnesia, cuz on Sunday they dis ya becuz Monday they need ya, quick tellin lies to the public, if you could rewind ya life man ya probably be with me on this track, but I ain’t come here my n**** to be no salt on no wound, but I’m stay bumpin till I bump mah head on mah tomb, FA REAL
Juicy J:
N****s wanna blame us cuz they fam-ous, they wanna ride a new whip instead of catchin the Matta Bus, why I got to take the blame for lame a** n****s not havin thangs maybe you need to re some clothes, or get cho self some pocket change, I know you like the fairy tales, you said you made that 3 6 sell but why my pockets still so swoll, you reachin in a garbage pail, n**** knock a frame with, name a price and J’ll spend it, get yo self a 9 to 5 or try yo luck on lottery tickets
Boogieman:
Wussup N****, wanna be bad as the next n****, true facts you ain’t get s*** but f***ed n****, buck n**** catchin a cut when I rush n****, jump n****, think ya cool chump n****, f*** that I’m get 9 and get mine,in ya hood dawg off in the club I’m gon shine, lying in my mouth ya get paid with a safe blade, took all our own and get away, what the deal dog got me buckin and getting crunk and really dog I could careless about stunts, in my trunk though we gon ride after the show, ain’t no punk though, so I suppose ya get throwed by some elbows, f*** it I feel his a** went over, on that funk blow throwing how low like imma pro, get buck dawg, get crunk dawg, but actin like a f***in fool gon getcha jump dawg
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