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Three 6 Mafia

"Barrin’ You b*tches"

[Hook: DJ Paul]
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you b*tches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you b*tches
These boys ain't wild I'll f*ck them cowards stick them b*tches for riches

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
My n*gga silent night, deadly night
That's when I start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man then I toss the dynamite
b*tches yall ain't got the guns
b*tches yall ain't got the funds
f*ckin' around with Three to Six I'll make you n*ggas duck and run
Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys
Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
Straight ho n*gga, flat broke n*gga
Make his eyes close I drop you n*ggas like I drop my hoes

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin'
Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin'
How you bumpin' our sh*t then you turn around an you diss?
You wouldn't want to step we been in this sh*t you rookie b*tch
Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy
I ain't sayin your name you know who you are Lil' Boy
In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan

[Hook]
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you b*tches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you b*tches
These boys ain't wild I'll f*ck them cowards stick them b*tches for riches

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Now I ain't f*cked up bout these n*ggas dissin'
Cause a n*gga givin these blessings
See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a f*ckin' weapon
Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player
Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later
Probably I should call the boys
Tell them to bring them toys
We gonna bust them b*tches and fold them up like aluminium foil
And keep loadin them guns
Takin em one by one
Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks until the job is done

[Verse 4: Lord Infamous]
Take em' on a lyrical holocaust
Infamous just a mafia boss
n*gga walk around with his head blown off
Call me the wicked ass lord of farce
n*gga run up get his ass ripped apart
Infamous cold 'cause he got no heart
Coming through the ho, ain't no motherf*ckin bar
Fall to the earth, all cubs get scarred
Hoes be froze in a permanent dose
These b*tches blow me outta their clothes
Call me the n*gga with the dirty nose
Then I unload a .44 up them foes
Ain't no playin' with you motherf*ckin' hoes
Better slow that row, 'cause you hoes don't know
But the Infamous know you
So and So's and Toe and Toe I take yo soul

[Hook]
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you b*tches
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you b*tches
These boys ain't wild I'll f*ck them cowards stick them b*tches for riches

[Verse 5: Koopsta Knicca]
Ahh... Stack these verses up on my head see, heard dat?
Ask me if I'm motherf*ckin' scared, n*gga, hell yeah!
Jumped up out the bed cause ain't no sofa bed in this ya heard?
This sounds, man, no 4 clickas
I ain't going out like no b*tch
Ain't no exit out this place like that fog up in my face
Ain't no rollin' like no sissy
Ain't no busta b*tch, OK?
Grab that gat c*cked and handle like they think that I'm crazed
So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid

[Hook]

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