[Verse 1 : Kingpin Skinny Pimp] I got one life to live You see, I'm stayin' up off the stress weed Heineken drinkin', that Louis 13, it keeps a major league Playa on that hustle type, big baller with so much clout Keys in my lap, police in the rearview Put 'em on a high speed, then bail out I'm not afraid, 'cause I got heart Runnin' through the woods to the graveyard Helicopters on my trail, I slipped and fell, plus, it's gettin' dark Now what do ya know I heard two barrels cocking on my shoulders They found the dope I was laying on when they turned me over I'm mad as fuck 'cause the cuffs tight on my hands I'm takin' an ass whoopin', dreamin' for the ambulance I'm in the squad car, depressed cause I'm caught with dirt They finna hide my ass, I wonder is it worth it I called on God, but his phone must be off the hook I feel a evil spirit tellin' me to go out like a crook And kick the window out the pecker-wood he gone shoot to kill I'm out of patience, I got one life to live [Verse 2 : DJ Paul] Stayin' on my fuckin' shoes, livin' by them Three Six rules Keepin' all Atlanta down, bustas what you tryna prove? Smokin' green by the P's, fuck what you sayin' punk Prophet Posse get my back, Cristale is gettin' me drunk Thangs still the same, ain't gon' change, like you Foster's beez Niggas down one day and not the next nothin' but hoes to me Playa brought you in this game, a playa take you out this thang Stayin' real wit' you homies, mane, It'll always bring a thang [Verse 3 : Juicy J] I only got one life to live but now I gotta get it straight Tryna make a livin' in my city, so don't playa hate If you got a question how a Memphis nigga money flow Shootin' crap, selling dope, kicking in niggas doors Ballin' down the strip with a trunk full of hot shit Talkin' on the burner phone, bumpin' hutch, sweatin' the bitch That's how we do it in the M-town, niggas frown Im all about my hustle, if you got no cheese don't come around [Verse 4 : Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Yeah, and like that 2Pac I feel death around the corner sometimes I'm placed in perfect, Im' spooked as fuck if I ain't packing my nine I'm in that strip with my niggas I just made bond When I was locked up, I got hooked up on a lumpsum of game From a Cuban, how to get my ass in Help me feed my children That drought got me selling that dope again I'm boomin', I'm tryna think of some legit to wash my money off I'm gonna miss these streets, my back against the wall Damn it feels good to be a Kingpin I got a hook up from my cuz, nigga what, blow it up, No cut A playa hater trippin' wit' that bull shit The bird on my triple beam always weight thirty-six My word is bond, man to man, face to face I'm on my way to incarceration with Fed time to squash my case I fronted my homies hoping that they can see that I was real Years, it's some motherfucker with one life to live

[Chorus: Project Pat] Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip [Verse 1: Pimp C] I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinching and bargaining You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shit You got the funny Geneva watch with the Ferrari kit Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us I got the red promethazine, thick orange, and yellow Tuss' Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome If you got sixteen, you can get a bizzerd I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizzurp [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Some niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas, they want it, want it Some niggas, they jon'ing, jon'ing, but I be fucked up, up on it We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't 'bout that bullshit If we gon' get high, we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitch Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass And plus, that syrup have a nigga dick hard all night, and she cool with that She popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice And just when you thought she was freaking, she done got super loose Niggas come in by threes and deuces, all in circles like duck-duck-goose All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie-fruit Forty dollars for just one ounce, Tussionex is how it's pronounced Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man, I'm 'bout all out [Chorus: Project Pat] Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip [Verse 3: Juicy J] People always asking me, "Is the Three 6 high on that?" Rolling on them X pills, stuttering, pup-pup powder packs Wh-wh-where the weed at? Ain't like that, we need that NyQuil will slow me down, something that keep me easy Nothing like that yella-yella, that'll have you itching, man Talking like, "What's up, fool?" Vocal cords sounding lame In my days, all we did was chief out on a quarter-pound Gone on coke, eyes all bucked, this here shit'll knock you down Knock you out, make you fall asleep when you're on them wheels Ain't no doubt, hit me when I beep for this refill Once again, on my weekly high, gotta have that drank Yeah, my nig', y'ain't know? I feel like I'm gon' fucking faint [Verse 4: Bun B] Nigga, tell me what you know 'bout Frank, Nito, and Young Guido Paul and Vito, we play a tune that's sweeter than Pedito With my Three 6 niggas pouring up, that's my Southern credo Quick, fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Bido 'Cause you fronting rap singers, be creamy like a Zinger (Zinger) You ain't from the manger, boy, but you gets the middle finger (Finger) Humdanger, rum-dranker Occasionally take your bitch to the telly and be a dick-and-cum slanger When Big Bun come, danger, nigga, ring your alarm Sexy thing on my arm, cup of drank in my palm And that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitches Something that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom For the most, I'm steady sipping on some, sipping on some [Chorus: Project Pat] Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip

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[Intro: DJ Paul & Juicy J] Yeah! It's goin' down (Y'all know what time it is) (Lil Jon) Lil Jon! Three 6 Mafia! (Mafia) It's what the world been waiting on, man It's going down We gon' let 'em know how we hit the club For real [Chorus: Lil Jon & DJ Paul] Goose got me loose (Aye) Gone off patron (Aye) Money in my pocket (Aye) And I'm all up in the zone like (Aye) (Oooh, I'mma act a damn fool, yep) (Oooh, I'm 'bout to act a fool, yep) Goose got me loose (Aye) Gone off patron (Aye) Money in my pocket (Aye) And I'm all up in the zone like (Aye) (Oooh, I'mma act a damn fool! Yep) (Oooh, I'm 'bout to act a fool, yep) [Verse 1: Lil Jon] I'm crunk tonight, just got paid Pocket full of motherfucking money, okay I'mma ball till I fall (What?) Drank till I can't (What?) Runnin up my black card I got money in da bank Patron on the table (Yeah), crunk n goose (Ohh) Drank what you want bitch gon' get loose (Oooh) Act a fool till the cut the lights on And we still ain't goin' home Till all the liquor gone (Yep) I just don't give a fuck (Aye) Standin' on the table with the weed fired up (Aye) Drankin' out the bottle motherfuck a cup I'll pour it in your mouth Lean back, open up (Oooh) Crunk ain't dead bitch You see the chain And I'm the king fool you know my name Party like a rockstar fuck like a pornstar I don't give a damn I'll buy the whole bar [Chorus: Lil Jon & DJ Paul] Goose got me loose (Aye) Gone off patron (Aye) Money in my pocket (Aye) And I'm all up in the zone like (Aye) (Oooh, I'mma act a damn fool, yep) (Oooh, I'm 'bout to act a fool, yep) Goose got me loose (Aye) Gone off patron (Aye) Money in my pocket (Aye) And I'm all up in the zone like (Aye) (Oooh, I'mma act a damn fool! Yep) (Oooh, I'm 'bout to act a fool, yep) [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Yes sir a nigga on tonight I got my money lookin' right But I ain't tryin' to fight But if a sucka touch me Best believe it's on Get cracked crush your dome With a bottle of patron Right here right now Quick, fast in a hurry Hit the sucka so hard I'll make his vision get blurry I'm too clean for this I'm too lean for this Figured it would happen So I brought my team for this [Verse 3: Juicy J] Yes sir I'm the realest playa trapstar Sellin the biggest bricks I'm the realest playa rap bars Smokin' purpleish Step up in the club I got love cuz a nigga rich Girl between my legs Doin' me up like a licourish 25 stacks at the bar Ice on my wrist Step up to this pimpin' Get your braided hair wig split Back up off in my chevy Brains blown out peanut butter Ridin' high stay high I'm talkin' like st-st-stutter [Chorus: Lil Jon & DJ Paul] Goose got me loose (Aye) Gone off patron (Aye) Money in my pocket (Aye) And I'm all up in the zone like (Aye) (Oooh, I'mma act a damn fool, yep) (Oooh, I'm 'bout to act a fool, yep) Goose got me loose (Aye) Gone off patron (Aye) Money in my pocket (Aye) And I'm all up in the zone like (Aye) (Oooh, I'mma act a damn fool! Yep) (Oooh, I'm 'bout to act a fool, yep) [Verse 4: Lil Jon] Get crunk in this motherfucker throw yo' hood up (Aye, aye, aye, aye) Get crunk in this motherfucker throw yo' hood up (Aye, aye, aye, aye) Get drunk in this motherfucker hold ya dranks up (Aye, aye, aye, aye) Get drunk in this motherfucker hold ya dranks up (Aye, aye, aye, aye) Lean back in this motherfucker turn that bottle up (Aye, aye, aye, aye) Lean back in this motherfucker turn that bottle up (Aye, aye, aye, aye) Throw them stacks up bitch make it rain nigga what (Aye, aye, aye, aye) Throw them stacks up bitch make it rain nigga what (Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) [Chorus: Lil Jon & DJ Paul] Goose got me loose (Aye) Gone off patron (Aye) Money in my pocket (Aye) And I'm all up in the zone like (Aye) (Oooh, I'mma act a damn fool, yep) (Oooh, I'm 'bout to act a fool, yep) Goose got me loose (Aye) Gone off patron (Aye) Money in my pocket (Aye) And I'm all up in the zone like (Aye) (Oooh, I'mma act a damn fool! Yep) (Oooh, I'm 'bout to act a fool, yep)

[La Chat talking] Mayne look uh hurr, I'm tired of all these micrphone killin' ass hoes Yah know wha I'm talkin' bout'? Da type of hoes das gon' run they mouth behind the muthafuckin' mic But ain't gon' kill shit and ain't gon' let shit die These studio gang-style hoes Talkin' all dat muthafuckin' shit Bitch bring dat shit on to tha doe' come on hoe Come on let's go [Chorus] Don't sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now don't be sangin' hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate You think you know me bitch (bitch) But you don't know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe' Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate [Verse 1] Da stout bitch, but I'm packin' da fat ass beer belly Niggas wanna get in my shit, but they ain't ready If it's somethin' you wanna get den go get it If I'm not strapped den I'm packin' da mesheti I don't give a fuck cut chu' bitches up like spaghetti Shootin' off 70 rounds so don't test me I'm out hurr just doin' my thang, you gon' let me I'ma keep keepin' it real, so don't sweat it Fight a bitch over a nigga I ain't petty Put em' in da trunk wit' da bump of da chevy Holla at my brother Big Steady das so heavy He be droppin' pounds of dat shit wit' no waitin' See yo' gurl den pushed it and she ridin' da big boi Expy Hooked up wit' da Hypnotized Camp so don't hate me Shall not play no games when it come to dat ghetty I don't love none of you bitches, you ain't steady [Chorus] Don't sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now don't be sangin' hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate You think you know me bitch (bitch) But you don't know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe' Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate [Verse 2] I got a fake smile, fake style for you bitches think you wild Let me see you do some thangs, while you over hurr talkin' loud Yeah, I hurr you talkin' bitch But to me dat talk ain't shit Who gon' do da talkin' at yo' funeral when you in da ditch? See I be roastin' hoes, but I will (?) fa sho Hate to see yo' bitch to draw a crowd, I ain't gon' do nothin' doe' For dat shit I got some manners to take it to da highest level We can fight or we can shoot dem thangs mayne its wudeva I be lookin' innocent waitin' for a incident Soon some shit go down you betta know La Chat gon' be in it I'm gon' gather up my crew, den we comin' after you If my crew don't come dat mean I'm comin' wit' grenades fool Ain't no need in watchin' me you betta watch yo' back hoe Tell yo' mammy to lock da doe' and keep da fuckin' curtains closed Push rewind and listen good again before you get done in Know'z you a hata in descise tryin' to be my friend [Chorus] Don't sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now don't be sangin' hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate You think you know me bitch (bitch) But you don't know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe' Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate [Verse 3] I'm talkin' shit cuz' it's you hoes dat always be hatin' You think you know me, guess again cuz' you got me mistakin' I keep my crew mayne it's some cheese dat I gotta be makin' Can't go to jail den it's my freedom dem bastards be takin' You think you slick with it, you bitches I'm seein' you fakin' And for you niggas I don't love you, your pockets I'm breakin' You wanna war I got a friend dat I'm bringin' and datin' A 9 rhuga with tha handle wrapped up in da tapin' So tell me why you bitches always be tryin' to diss If you ain't heard dat I'm a bitch dat be handelin' fist I hope you think before you think about fuckin' wit' dis I know you wanna go and snuggle up wit' cha dick No disrepect da way I tell it that's always gon' be I got my book dat tell yo' address and where you gon' sleep Go to yo' house I'm one of the bitches that be climbin' da beat I'm tired of bitches startin' shit, hopin' they fuckin' wit' me [Chorus] Don't sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now don't be sangin' hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate You think you know me bitch (bitch) But you don't know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some shit den bring it to da doe' Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate

[Verse 1: Mac T-Dog & Killa C] Murdah in the first degree Murdah in the first degree Madman killah on the run with the gun G Pick my time, time to do a crime, on a sissy bitch I got the Tech-9 in my hand, banging up the tenth up in the clip Clicked up on the trick, I got the chicken in my brain cell Blow a nigga ass off and send that sissy ho to hell Glock in my motherfuckin' hand finna spray a bitch Knock his head off, kicking it with my nigga down on McLemore Pimpin nigga on the for real-ah, bitch I am too grown bitch For yo motherfuckin' ass while yo punkass be in a fuckin' ditch Murdah in the first degree, leave a ho on the side lane You can't front, you sissy bitch cause I creep like a fuckin' snake 5-0 on my ass, gotta get away G Fuck this shit, I never go to jail for murder in the first degree One time tryna do a creep up on the Killa C Thought they figured that a nigga did a murdah in the first degree I ain't goin, got a bitch doin fuck confessing myself to the feds Got a sign, dead or alive, I guess they gon have to take me dead Then I heard a knock up at the door, my mind was gone so Better make yourself well known, I'm gonna pop this chrome It's my nigga Mac T, what's up have you heard G Word on the other side that I did a homicide Man I'm having flashback Did you pop em with the gat? All I remember that I had the Glock and standing on the track Did you do it? I don't know House of blink? Probably so But I know a nigga on the run from the 5-0 Bagging my chrome by my dick Jump in the chevvy ballin quick Gotta get off my killing cause I need some cash trick Spot a nigga on a track should I rob him? Na I can't He tryna get his ass in, I might as well rob a bank Runnin' with mac, stuck em up and got the cash Jumped into the chevy fast, Mac T-Dog punch the gas He ain't shit to me because I'm down about my killing G Don't fuck with C, I'm down for the murdah in the first degree [Verse 2: Princess Loko] Princess Loko's on a mission to pull a scheme upon a trick Cap the weapon, then I'm steppin' out the door to commence that killing bitch M.A.C.T.D.O.G got the tone so hoe you know it's on Violating this pimpin left a hole up in yo fucking dome Chiefed a couple of sacks before we fell up on the killing site Going through the back so we won't get picked up by the motion light Dodging bullets, ducking and diving, running and gunning, sneaking and creeping Look behind my back, I saw the motherfucking neighbors peak Hearing the sirens, watching the timing, it's coming in real short Killing my victim, 5-0 wrapped it, three days later I'm up in court When the session was over the judge found the nigga not guilty But I ain't fucked about it 5-0 trying to hunt me down see On a rampage out to kill another nigga on my path Shanked that boy and took his shit and split the coward boy in half The cops were knockin' at my door and windows lookin for my ass Try to hit the back door, got caught slipping and didn't get away fast Got one right behind me and another one coming at me quick Ran the other way, I jumped the fence, Loco ain't barrin' that shit Ran to the corner liquor store And held them hostage for a while Killed the baby bitch by suffocating her with a fucking towel By the time I vamped the scene they was outside with they fuckin' tone Went back in the store and tried to use the motherfuckin' phone The line was dead damn my nigga I guess them (?) So now they got pinned up for murder in the first degree [Verse 3: Tommy Wright III] Tommy Wright, I creep at night Posse deep is how I creep Popping slugs, selling drugs I ain't nothing but a thug, selling dope I can't cope, with my life, so I fight Each and every day to get paid money's gotta get made Got a gun, by my side, duck If you see my ride Last motherfucker that wanted to jump Mane That nigga died I ain't got no feelings, I be killin' with my Glock cocked Neighbors peepin' while I'm creepin', fuck a neighborhood watch Suicidal, homicidal nigga pass me my lighter Blaze the laser, check my pager, put that bitch on vibrate Gotta be quiet while I'm creepin' cause this shit is dangerous If I get caught slipping I might end up dead as an angel So just stop anything from happening to me mane I watch my back closely to prevent a murdah in the first degree [Outro] Murdah in the first degree Murdah in the first degree Madman killah, on the run with the gun G Murdah in the first degree Murdah in the first degree Madman killah, on the run with the gun G Murdah in the first degree Murdah in the first degree Madman killah, on the run with the gun G Murdah in the first degree Murdah in the first degree Madman killah, on the run with the gun G Murdah in the first degree Murdah in the first degree Madman killah, on the run with the gun G Murdah in the first degree Murdah in the first degree Madman killah, on the run with the gun G Murdah in the first degree Murdah in the first degree Madman killah, on the run with the gun G Murdah in the first degree Tommy Wright fucked up see Laughin' ass nigga you need to quit playin' G