Mr. Bigg
Yeah I Rob
[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah, mafia! Three 6 Mafia!
This is for you muthaf**kin hoes in the muthaf**kin club
Runnin round here clowning, frowning, mugging
Like ya'll some muthaf**kin gangstas
N***a, ya'll some muthaf**king hoes
A n***a know you from the hood n***a
And we gon' show wus really real n***a, for real for real B*T*H!

[Chorus: Crunchy Black]
Yeah I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go b*t*h n***a, f**k wit me
(F**k wit me)
Now here I go b*t*h n***a, f**k wit me
(F**k wit me)
Yeah I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go b*t*h n***a, f**k wit me
(F**k wit me)
Now here I go b*t*h n***a, f**k wit me
(F**k wit me)

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Now 3 6 we representin thugs
We reppin for the gangs
And the n***as using drugs
We reppin for the gangsta a** gals in the club
We reppin for the headbussaz keepin mean mugs, i'ma keep me a slug
For 1 of you fakers
I got 100 rounds its 100 imitaters
So many wannabees folks wit beefs in the industry, n***as claimin killa but they scared of these f**kin streets believe
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Walk up in the club like a thug get yo a** kicked, step up off in the parkin lot and leave in a casket
Actin like a scary b*t*h you giggling and laughing, let me hit that f**kin weed hurry up and pa** it
Yeah they call me Juicy j the 3 6 mafia bandit
Gotta ride on 24s or something wit a candy
Pounds of dat weed yeah a n***a keep it handy
A real bad b*t*h and a 5th of dat brandy

[Chorus: Crunchy Black]
Yeah I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go b*t*h n***a, f**k wit me
(F**k wit me)
Now here I go b*t*h n***a, f**k wit me
(F**k wit me)
Yeah I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go b*t*h n***a, f**k wit me
(F**k wit me)
Now here I go b*t*h n***a, f**k wit me
(F**k wit me)

[Verse 3: Mr. Bigg]
Now when I pull up at the club, I'm looking so clean
77 cut dogg painted lime green
The hoes got quiet when I pull up on the scene for all u ugly a** hoes I gotta fake wedding ring
Today I'm married and my wife don't play
So if you want me to cheat ugly bitck you gotta pay
Its gon' cost 1000 dollars if you wanna see me play
I'll f**k you sideways bout 30 minutes straight
Then clean off my d**k cuz, a gotta kill the smell out
Holla at ya later I got mo d**k to sell I got mo pussies to swell and mo dreams to tell and tell ya old man I ain't going back to jail
I'm the last Mr. Bigg and I always keep it real
I'ma Alabama n***a representing Mobile
And I live in the mall I stay dressed to kill and I got so many diamonds it dont even look real n***a!
[Verse 4: Crunchy Black]
I got 6 different ways to kill ya shawty
Got 6 different spots to put ya body
Got 6 different ways to cut ya up
And I even got 6 n***as in it ya bro
Now how the f**k n***as gon' talk that stuff
When n***as like us come shoot the club up
And if you keep talking we gon' make you what
You b*t*h a** n***as gon' catch that cut

[Verse 5: Lord Infamous]
Back up in the club, dollar on swole
Sippin on eight ozs, residue in my nose
In dat b*t*h 12 deep, freak b*t*hes in my fleet
Hoe quit actin like you never seen a n***a on TV
Got my uzi and my face in a bird-like Fontana
I pray one of you b*t*hes try step to me with ana (Blah)
I pioneered this Memphis sh*t, lord the living legend
Still making n***as drop like 3-time felons

[Chorus: Crunchy Black]
Yeah I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go b*t*h n***a, f**k wit me
(F**k wit me)
Now here I go b*t*h n***a, f**k wit me
(F**k wit me)
Yeah I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go b*t*h n***a, f**k wit me
(F**k wit me)
Now here I go b*t*h n***a, f**k wit me
(F**k wit me)