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Chorus x3 I keep on havin' these flashes Murder by the masses Sick off human ashes Hatas passion (dj paul) We motherfuckin' whole mothas Glock huggas Rob till we rob each other, facked on any motherfucka nigga .40 cal's got me dangery Like jj fad icredible hoe don't make me anga-ry We prophet posse got you in the cross We done gotcha In the motherfuckin' scope We done shot cha We get more wilder than a chicken with his head cut off Three 6 mafia hypnotizin' don't make me set it off (gangsta boo) Screamin' notha fuckin' murder, murder, murder on my mind Gettin' wild with these hella fied rhymes on ya mind Never the on be mistaken Never the one takin' a loss I always be the fuckin' one who to be the damn doubt Watcha say, nigga what SongtexteYou wanna get up in my shit Shit gonna get your ass in trouble Shit gonna get your head split Stay focused stay rollin' when i'm ridin' dirty nigga Gettin' twisted off some nigga Dedicated to you killa Chorus x3 (juicy j) Guess who was scared Niggas stalkin' in the memphis streets The triple 6 them mafia niggas you don't wanna meet Creep up on your ass and let the barrel sweep Sweep and let the blast take you from off your feet And to your family and your friends i know them hoes will miss you You should have warned them that the three 6 mafia out to get cha Would you walk to his house with a pistol Could you let the heat go like you shouldn't have missed him (koopsta knicca) It's the blue lights in the night When i go for ridin' I'm seein' headlights on the right creepin' up from behind Ran that trick hit the d Fuckety-fuck with the hennessy Leavin' that third, need reserve Droppin' on the curve to by to my (??) See by a chance that he may touch me it's a hint that he gonna miss Cause i will take some plastic man and rip this skin up off this Motherfuckin' piece So now he diss me No one can play hey, now tell me wha'ts next Come here play he say (??) Chorus...till fade Aus Songtexte Mania