Lirik Lagu Where Da Killaz Hang - Three 6 Mafia
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ChorusI represent where them killaz hang
(Lord Infamous)The ganja I'm chokin'The laws'll get brokenThe pussies are openThe killas is scopin'The (?) is smokin'Is bloodily soakin'The ScarecrowThe sickerThe Snizote I'm locin'We up in the atticMy victim in panicThey try to get franicGot blowed off the planetThey don't understand itSoldiers can't stand itThat's how I planned itFuck you goddamnitMy automaticReady for staticBlastery tragicHave you in plasticWay my mind be twistedGot me itchin' gotta have itNiggas want to approach Lord InfamousBut I am loco I will blowYour head off your shoulders
(Project Pat)Mister murderer robbersNiggas with some chargesYou fake mothafuckasWe gonna finish what you startedYo heart is a nigga setBitch you best ah have a gatSmoke a niggaWith that triggaMemphis nigga Project PatI'm down like the Kamakaze souldier on a killin' spreeOnce we get into it dogYou gonna have to murder meWho I beI'm hidin' in the bushes layin'Push us to the groundGhetto clownOff your blood you shall drown
Chorus
(Koopsta Knicca)Too dim not todayNow the koopstas off the streetsOnly real G's close to meHe's (?)People sayin' folksTryin' to take me as a jokeBut this pimp shit bitchCan't go I ti-zook all of you hoesLoadin' up my mindDaily fuckin' my patienceRunnin' from my visitationsJust the coo fool can ya face meClaim to be my friendWhen ya takin' a second lookI guess it's on thenBig bizness bitchNo money on my bookManne this shit is hecticSo I'm callin' up to gotMe and my charge partna boogaHe's a rapper down with usParty (?) 17's where I dwellStale (?) on my shelfI'm fellin' as if I'm in hellYea soon I be bailedPale well if it's swellTriple platinum with the (?)Deja Vu fuck when I leftOh me isn't this a binitchPlease excuse me for my frenechBut you writin' all these lyricsIf ya hear me then ya feel me
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(Crunchy Black)In the hood where I dwellAnd I dwell real wellFor you playa hatin' ass bitchesManne you might as well burn in hellWhen you smell the aroma>From them blunts when I hit cornersDon't you duckDon't you dodgeCuase it's only gonna beMurder murder on my mindLeavin' blank in the passWhen you drop that fuckin' glassManne I bet'cha I kill yo assNigga pop with the glockIn a pine fuckin' boxDon't you try to call the fuckin' copCause a nigga ain't gonna stop
(Project Pat)Shootin', cappin', jack and chillLettin' you so calleds know the dealHollow tips yo ass gonna feelRoll yo dice bitch and you realFuckin' with the click, the crew, the clanYou gon' recognizeG's swangin' out they treesHave you stankin' with the fliesCries comin' up out yo mouthBut they muffled by the toneWhen I pull the trigga backYou enter the enternal zoneSouthside killasAlways stayin' strapped with them thangsProject PatMemphis, TennesseeWhere them killaz hang
Chorus
(Lord Infamous)The ganja I'm chokin'The laws'll get brokenThe pussies are openThe killas is scopin'The (?) is smokin'Is bloodily soakin'The ScarecrowThe sickerThe Snizote I'm locin'We up in the atticMy victim in panicThey try to get franicGot blowed off the planetThey don't understand itSoldiers can't stand itThat's how I planned itFuck you goddamnitMy automaticReady for staticBlastery tragicHave you in plasticWay my mind be twistedGot me itchin' gotta have itNiggas want to approach Lord InfamousBut I am loco I will blowYour head off your shoulders
(Project Pat)Mister murderer robbersNiggas with some chargesYou fake mothafuckasWe gonna finish what you startedYo heart is a nigga setBitch you best ah have a gatSmoke a niggaWith that triggaMemphis nigga Project PatI'm down like the Kamakaze souldier on a killin' spreeOnce we get into it dogYou gonna have to murder meWho I beI'm hidin' in the bushes layin'Push us to the groundGhetto clownOff your blood you shall drown
Chorus
(Koopsta Knicca)Too dim not todayNow the koopstas off the streetsOnly real G's close to meHe's (?)People sayin' folksTryin' to take me as a jokeBut this pimp shit bitchCan't go I ti-zook all of you hoesLoadin' up my mindDaily fuckin' my patienceRunnin' from my visitationsJust the coo fool can ya face meClaim to be my friendWhen ya takin' a second lookI guess it's on thenBig bizness bitchNo money on my bookManne this shit is hecticSo I'm callin' up to gotMe and my charge partna boogaHe's a rapper down with usParty (?) 17's where I dwellStale (?) on my shelfI'm fellin' as if I'm in hellYea soon I be bailedPale well if it's swellTriple platinum with the (?)Deja Vu fuck when I leftOh me isn't this a binitchPlease excuse me for my frenechBut you writin' all these lyricsIf ya hear me then ya feel me
Chorus
(Crunchy Black)In the hood where I dwellAnd I dwell real wellFor you playa hatin' ass bitchesManne you might as well burn in hellWhen you smell the aroma>From them blunts when I hit cornersDon't you duckDon't you dodgeCuase it's only gonna beMurder murder on my mindLeavin' blank in the passWhen you drop that fuckin' glassManne I bet'cha I kill yo assNigga pop with the glockIn a pine fuckin' boxDon't you try to call the fuckin' copCause a nigga ain't gonna stop
(Project Pat)Shootin', cappin', jack and chillLettin' you so calleds know the dealHollow tips yo ass gonna feelRoll yo dice bitch and you realFuckin' with the click, the crew, the clanYou gon' recognizeG's swangin' out they treesHave you stankin' with the fliesCries comin' up out yo mouthBut they muffled by the toneWhen I pull the trigga backYou enter the enternal zoneSouthside killasAlways stayin' strapped with them thangsProject PatMemphis, TennesseeWhere them killaz hang
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