Triple 6 Mafia lyrics
Triple 6 Mafia lyrics
"Big Mouth, Big Talk lyrics"
Hot To Death lyrics
We're gonna be breakin' it down (Yeah!) You gotta know the feel You gotta know the life You know what I'm sayin' (Hey!) I said what's goin' wrong You know it just ain't right Tell me who be loud When the spark ignite Now from the break daylight To
We're gonna be breakin' it down (Yeah!) You gotta know the feel You gotta know the life You know what I'm sayin' (Hey!) I said what's goin' wrong You know it just ain't right Tell me who be loud When the spark ignite Now from the break daylight To
[Chorus 4x] What's up, big mouth, big talk, big game Teacher pet, taking aim, pump the tech, I'm taiking aim [Pastor Troy] Triple six 99 a bitch but fuck it Creep up on them pussy niggaz hit the lights and the button Don't you love it shit Pastor Troy DSGB I represent it with my nigga from what (Tennessee) The enemy of the state I'm keeping nothing but weight I top grind on these niggaz quit actin like it's straight And niggaz fake but I tell them niggaz fuck ya'll I dump your pussy ass and flip it with my nigga Paul Who can you conversation you see me pacing And you can run and run but I'll be waiting And you can bet I represent it for the southeast Until death on the motherfucking beat triple six [Chorus 4x] [Pastor Troy] I started rolling at the early age I heard it paid So I made an investment, all my money was spent on buying drugs And giving hugs to broads checking for bud Because I'm dodging the law I never saw and may I kept a kind the rest was raw I had a proper ass (?) I stole the show I didn't know I'd be judged That's on the low and Pastor Troy praise God CauBodyfly lyricse I concealed and my intentions to spill who ever will Please step up and be killed Don't think I'm real just to show that blood is red Ain't no way till you finished just 16 shots in ya head Ya'll scared [Chorus 4x] [T-Rock] In the land of ATL, run shelves, crack sells for clientele Brutally your head swell all who oppose get sent to hell Midrange make ways to stay paid with AK's Sin folks reload or enter heavy scapeways We probably get robberies wit 12 gauge technology So I kill blood spill I show no local modesty Drop em G pay a fee doing combat kill
(Written by Beppe Savoni Eddie Cumana) where are you tonight? Now my mind is craving Energy to fly through a darker side of love (Never lets me fall) Where are you tonight? Are you still the one who brought me to the light? There isI Own You lyricsng enemies Shot heads with infa reds so much death fuck a injury I specialize and funeralize all the guys my clique despise Full clip busted in between your eyes symbolize that its surely mine When I bust my shells hoe leave you stuck like velcro Throwing blows and elbows them tie that trick to the railroads Bruise the bitch then shoot the trick now who's the snitch to get crucifixed Clips and shit be super thick to inform you we ain't new to this Blaze weed my tendencies bury MC's with jealousy Assign to kill and steel I keep Pastor preaches eulogy
Don't tell me that I'm not yoursCause I am of courseAnd you know it dosen't matter,But you want it toYou know exactly, you know exactly what to sayCause I own you,Yes I made youAnd I'd leave you if I wanted toAnd I'll break you,Ye