Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where Da Killaz Hang, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Album song The End, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.03.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Prophet Entertainment
Song language: English
Where Da Killaz Hang |
The ganja I’m chokin' |
The laws’ll get broken |
The pussies are open |
The killas is scopin' |
The (?) is smokin' |
Is bloodily soakin' |
The Scarecrow |
The sicker |
The Snizote I’m locin' |
We up in the attic |
My victim in panic |
They try to get franic |
Got blowed off the planet |
They don’t understand it Soldiers can’t stand it That’s how I planned it Fuck you goddamnit |
My automatic |
Ready for static |
Blastery tragic |
Have you in plastic |
Way my mind be twisted |
Got me itchin’gotta have it Niggas want to approach Lord Infamous |
But I am loco I will blow |
Your head off your shoulders |
(Project Pat) |
Mister murderer robbers |
Niggas with some charges |
You fake mothafuckas |
We gonna finish what you started |
Yo heart is a nigga set |
Bitch you best ah have a gat |
Smoke a nigga |
With that trigga |
Memphis nigga Project Pat |
I’m down like the Kamakaze souldier on a killin’spree |
Once we get into it dog |
You gonna have to murder me Who I be |
I’m hidin’in the bushes layin' |
Push us to the ground |
Ghetto clown |
Off your blood you shall drown |
(Koopsta Knicca) |
Too dim not today |
Now the koopstas off the streets |
Only real G’s close to me He’s (?) |
People sayin’folks |
Tryin’to take me as a joke |
But this pimp shit bitch |
Can’t go I ti-zook all of you hoes |
Loadin’up my mind |
Daily fuckin’my patience |
Runnin’from my visitations |
Just the coo fool can ya face me Claim to be my friend |
When ya takin’a second look |
I guess it’s on then |
Big bizness bitch |
No money on my book |
Manne this shit is hectic |
So I’m callin’up to got |
Me and my charge partna booga |
He’s a rapper down with us Party (?) 17's where I dwell |
Stale (?) on my shelf |
I’m fellin’as if I’m in hell |
Yea soon I be bailed |
Pale well if it’s swell |
Triple platinum with the (?) |
Deja Vu fuck when I left |
Oh me isn’t this a binitch |
Please excuse me for my frenech |
But you writin’all these lyrics |
If ya hear me then ya feel me |
(Crunchy Black) |
In the hood where I dwell |
And I dwell real well |
For you playa hatin’ass bitches |
Manne you might as well burn in hell |
When you smell the aroma |
>From them blunts when I hit corners |
Don’t you duck |
Don’t you dodge |
Cuase it’s only gonna be Murder murder on my mind |
Leavin’blank in the pass |
When you drop that fuckin’glass |
Manne I bet’cha I kill yo ass |
Nigga pop with the glock |
In a pine fuckin’box |
Don’t you try to call the fuckin’cop |
Cause a nigga ain’t gonna stop |
(Project Pat) |
Shootin', cappin', jack and chill |
Lettin’you so calleds know the deal |
Hollow tips yo ass gonna feel |
Roll yo dice bitch and you real |
Fuckin’with the click, the crew, the clan |
You gon’recognize |
G’s swangin’out they trees |
Have you stankin’with the flies |
Cries comin’up out yo mouth |
But they muffled by the tone |
When I pull the trigga back |
You enter the enternal zone |
Southside killas |
Always stayin’strapped with them thangs |
Project Pat |
Memphis, Tennessee |
Where them killaz hang |