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They Don't F..ck Wit U Lyrics

Album Name : Choices - The Album
Release Date : 2001-11-06
Song Duration : 4:06

Three 6 Mafia They Don't F..ck Wit U
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate

Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate

I grab my swatter, I swat this bug, he laid to rest
Fuckin' wit' T R I P L E S I X
Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like f..ck 'em up
In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts

Bitch, where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in
'Cuz in yo face, off in the streets ain't nothin' but hoe is showin'
Too f..ckin' light, too f..ckin' light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with nines and take yo life

Yea, we know you niggaz are f..ckin' scared 'cuz we don't play around
Never wanna step 'cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro
Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow

If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
Foo, this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed

They don't f..ck wit u like ya f..cked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

They don't f..ck wit u like ya f..cked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

Whachu doin' 'round her', my nigga I gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya
Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so f..ck the rest
No understandin', projects the greedy, ya could be next

I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a [unverified]
No hesitatin', I come out buckin', so watch the nine
Off in east Memphis transactin' bizness, I know you straight
I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate

Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the f..ckin' air?
I'm seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a f..ckin' player
I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my f..ckin' prayers

Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares
I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair
All in my bizness, God is my witness, I don't even care
'Cuz all you bitches you get the, died hell, yeah

They don't f..ck wit u like ya f..cked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

They don't f..ck wit u like ya f..cked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

Deep, deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin'
Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bitches than London got bridges
Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well
Touch me and you'll die, see you can burn wit' me in hell

This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-i for you niggas that've lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will [unverified] off it
Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the six riders

My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends
He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane
And f..ckin' wit' him is like f..ckin' wit' somethin' different

Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash, nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga
'Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up

They don't f..ck wit u like ya f..cked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

They don't f..ck wit u like ya f..cked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in

I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown
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