DJ Paul & Juicy J - Smoked Out, Loced Out
[Chorus: Lord Infamous, ]
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Woke up early Tuesday mornin', on that devil shit
Time to hit the track, I got a sack, now where is Triple Six?
Ridin' through the park, tryin' to find a nigga at the store
Cheese is what I'm makin', 'cause I'm wakin' up all on the floor
If you think I'm lyin', or you think that you can test nuts
Paul, with the .45, shoot 'em in his fuckin' guts
Killer goin' insane in the brain, all aboard on the train
Funky Town, Funky Town, gotta' stop, get a Tanq
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
South Park, Gangsta Blac, Triple 6, smoked out
()
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
It seems, the X to the X Triple times, a six thousand degrees
The Triple 6 Mafia droppin' the weight on yo' ass, like a million OZ's
You see, the J, the O, the I-N-T
Lord Infamous smokin' these niggas
Like a fuckin' terrorist from third world countries
I need to break down a pound, and go load up the C-L-I-P
A buster a buster, could never
Could never come fuck with, fu-fuck w-with me
Lord the G, that's slippin' up, chief up on the ganja trees
They wish to approach the Scarecrow in the smoke, but they can't face fatality
See the movies, Scarecrow, Gotti, Carlito, Montana, and Hoffa
All of us, down with the Triple 6 Mafia, bitch
[Chorus: Lord Infamous & ]
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
[Verse 3: Project Pat & ]
Murderer, robber
Niggas with some charges
Niggas you don't underestimate
'Cause we don't bar this Bullshit
The Triple 6, bitch, I got a sawed-off
Walk up to yo' house, knock on yo' door, and blow yo' ass off
Tear it off, fool, that's yo' head with these buckshots
Ridin' in your neighborhood, bitch, with the Glock cocked
Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body lit up like a fuse (*gunshots*)
Head back to the hood, then, watch you on the news
Confused as hell, when you fall in the click
But that's what you get when you fuck with the Triple 6, bitch!
[Verse 4: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & ]
Triple sizznix, all you trizznicks wanna' front my style
Bloody Glock handled to yo' face, it's time to buck 'em down
I don't love hoes, meanin' aimin' at yo' skull
Dickity duckin' from bullets won't help
When I pull out the twelve gauge, releasin' the slugs ()
You brand new groupies better catch up with yo' kind
You was slippin', now see, Triple 6 in my mind
[Verse 5: Juicy J]
North Memphis niggas, Triple 6 niggas
Real ass killers, quick to pull the trigger
And not barin' no bitch, and not takin' no shit
Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
Click up on yo' ho ass, leave you lyin' in the grass
Khaki suits, black mask, nigga, I'm about to blast
On these mothafuckas thinkin' that Juice Manne is a joke
Tryin' to test my pimpin', fuck around, and get yo' ass smoked
Claim you with that Devil shit? Come and join the Triple Six
Don't cross the line, bitch
And get yo' wig split
[Verse 6: DJ Paul]
First I grab the pump, and pump shoot a punk nigga down
Clown like a fuckin' psychopath to them triple six sounds
M-Town, down killas love to squeeze on them triggers
Trigger the Killa Man answers within the mind of another figure
Figure out, what form will the Devil confront you in
Transform into a friend, and note takin', life is at the end
Ends of the earth, hide secrets of your birth
How you live is how you die, but in the end, we all afraid
You pussy bitch motherfuckers, rumors startin' trick
Sissy ass side busters, suck a nigga dick
Dick deep in the mouth of a talkin' ass coward
Nigga, you a duck, your named boughta be Howard
And how would a regular nigga survive against them Sixes?
You fool makin' bitches, don't get dumped in ditches
Lord Infamous bust, biggidy-bust on these bustas
Take 'em out, we smoked out, we loced out
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out
[Outro: DJ Paul]
Yeah, you know I'm sayin'
You niggas can't fuck with the Triple Six!
Bitch!
[Beavis & Butthead]
Haha, you dumb ass
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Woke up early Tuesday mornin', on that devil shit
Time to hit the track, I got a sack, now where is Triple Six?
Ridin' through the park, tryin' to find a nigga at the store
Cheese is what I'm makin', 'cause I'm wakin' up all on the floor
If you think I'm lyin', or you think that you can test nuts
Paul, with the .45, shoot 'em in his fuckin' guts
Killer goin' insane in the brain, all aboard on the train
Funky Town, Funky Town, gotta' stop, get a Tanq
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
South Park, Gangsta Blac, Triple 6, smoked out
()
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
It seems, the X to the X Triple times, a six thousand degrees
The Triple 6 Mafia droppin' the weight on yo' ass, like a million OZ's
You see, the J, the O, the I-N-T
Lord Infamous smokin' these niggas
Like a fuckin' terrorist from third world countries
I need to break down a pound, and go load up the C-L-I-P
A buster a buster, could never
Could never come fuck with, fu-fuck w-with me
Lord the G, that's slippin' up, chief up on the ganja trees
They wish to approach the Scarecrow in the smoke, but they can't face fatality
See the movies, Scarecrow, Gotti, Carlito, Montana, and Hoffa
All of us, down with the Triple 6 Mafia, bitch
[Chorus: Lord Infamous & ]
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
[Verse 3: Project Pat & ]
Murderer, robber
Niggas with some charges
Niggas you don't underestimate
'Cause we don't bar this Bullshit
The Triple 6, bitch, I got a sawed-off
Walk up to yo' house, knock on yo' door, and blow yo' ass off
Tear it off, fool, that's yo' head with these buckshots
Ridin' in your neighborhood, bitch, with the Glock cocked
Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body lit up like a fuse (*gunshots*)
Head back to the hood, then, watch you on the news
Confused as hell, when you fall in the click
But that's what you get when you fuck with the Triple 6, bitch!
[Verse 4: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & ]
Triple sizznix, all you trizznicks wanna' front my style
Bloody Glock handled to yo' face, it's time to buck 'em down
I don't love hoes, meanin' aimin' at yo' skull
Dickity duckin' from bullets won't help
When I pull out the twelve gauge, releasin' the slugs ()
You brand new groupies better catch up with yo' kind
You was slippin', now see, Triple 6 in my mind
[Verse 5: Juicy J]
North Memphis niggas, Triple 6 niggas
Real ass killers, quick to pull the trigger
And not barin' no bitch, and not takin' no shit
Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
Click up on yo' ho ass, leave you lyin' in the grass
Khaki suits, black mask, nigga, I'm about to blast
On these mothafuckas thinkin' that Juice Manne is a joke
Tryin' to test my pimpin', fuck around, and get yo' ass smoked
Claim you with that Devil shit? Come and join the Triple Six
Don't cross the line, bitch
And get yo' wig split
[Verse 6: DJ Paul]
First I grab the pump, and pump shoot a punk nigga down
Clown like a fuckin' psychopath to them triple six sounds
M-Town, down killas love to squeeze on them triggers
Trigger the Killa Man answers within the mind of another figure
Figure out, what form will the Devil confront you in
Transform into a friend, and note takin', life is at the end
Ends of the earth, hide secrets of your birth
How you live is how you die, but in the end, we all afraid
You pussy bitch motherfuckers, rumors startin' trick
Sissy ass side busters, suck a nigga dick
Dick deep in the mouth of a talkin' ass coward
Nigga, you a duck, your named boughta be Howard
And how would a regular nigga survive against them Sixes?
You fool makin' bitches, don't get dumped in ditches
Lord Infamous bust, biggidy-bust on these bustas
Take 'em out, we smoked out, we loced out
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out
[Outro: DJ Paul]
Yeah, you know I'm sayin'
You niggas can't fuck with the Triple Six!
Bitch!
[Beavis & Butthead]
Haha, you dumb ass
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