| Whassup nigga?
|
| Crunchy bust on that hoe!
|
| Koop bust on that nigga!
|
| Whats up now niggas?
|
| Lord bust on that nigga!
|
| Boo grab that hoe, nigga!
|
| (DJ Paul, J-Green, Shawty Trap on track)
|
| Y’all know what the fuck it is nigga
|
| Mafia 6ix up in this motherfucker
|
| Guns out, blazin'
|
| Light your whole motherfuckin' hood up hoe
|
| Y’all already know what it is
|
| Bitch
|
| Nigga say it, that’s how we gon' play it
|
| (?) chop the bullets at yo motherfuckin' head
|
| And if you talk about it; |
| I hope you be about it
|
| Cause I won’t hestitate to hit a nigga like that (?)
|
| This a kick door
|
| Rowdy, rowdy pistol
|
| Koopsta, Scarecrow
|
| Y’all hoes don’t know yo
|
| Bitch tagged too
|
| Sippin' lean don’t make 'em hard
|
| Ripped his ass apart
|
| Left 'em dead from the start bitch
|
| Murder’s in my mind
|
| Seein' dead bodies dancin'
|
| How … bitch when nobody never asked me
|
| Now scar on leg (?) we (?)
|
| RedruM, bodies numb, this song, Vietnam
|
| I got that mask to my fucking face; |
| I’m fiendin'
|
| I’m 'bout to click up on that bitch without a reason
|
| Hey, what you bitches wanna do?
|
| Since you out here talking shit
|
| If you wanna run into this click come get yo wig split
|
| This ain’t what you want my nig
|
| I need that dope, I need to smoke
|
| Crazy lady never barrin' bitches
|
| When she full of coke
|
| (Did she say she full of coke?)
|
| Yea that’s what I said young nigga
|
| (?) finger (?) the trigger and ready to put it up in ya
|
| YA! |
| What the fucks up nigga?
|
| We got guns out
|
| Change the motherfuckin' beat up
|
| Yeah
|
| I stay comin' with that hard shit, but I don’t start shit
|
| These niggas wanna be with this icon how I run it
|
| Bitch I got a click thick as hell
|
| All my niggas goin' to hell, but it’s okay
|
| Havin' them came from there any-fucking-way
|
| Got some niggas from the M with cases on first 48
|
| Got some killas from L.A. that’ll gun down your whole face
|
| We don’t give a motherfucking fuck about your fucking race
|
| … is all it take of your fucking face, fucker!
|
| BLAY!
|
| Step into my domicile
|
| Throw your body on the pile
|
| Scarecrow from the bloody nile
|
| Vicious, wicked reptile
|
| Rabid werewolf on the prowl
|
| Make this millimeter growl
|
| Ready for my murder trial
|
| Lyrical black belt, tap 'em out
|
| Sick sadistic mojo
|
| Madness in the dojo
|
| Blow yo chitlins out your 'fro
|
| Shoot you in the goddamn throat
|
| Put you in the pine box
|
| Strong as an iron ox
|
| Carbin burnin' red hot
|
| Knock you out your fuckin' socks |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How We Gone Play It , by - Three 6 Mafia. Song from the album 6ix Commandments, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп