They Don’t Fuck Wit U

Crunchy Black, Koopsta Knicca, Lord Infamous, Project Pat, DJ Paul, Juicy J

Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggas perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggas perpetrate

I grab my swatter, I swat this bug
He laid to rest fuckin' with T-R-IP-L-E S-IX
Niggas be talkin'
But in the end I like fuck 'em up
In the beginnin' they could've survived
But they had no nuts
Bitch, where you graduated from? I
Said a school of hoein'
'Cause in your face, off in the streets
Ain't nothin' but ho is showin'
Too fuckin' light
Too fuckin' light to try to fight
Stick you with knives
Shoot you with nines and take your life

Yea we know you niggas are fuckin'
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
Niggas 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 your block and close up
Shop and leave your body cold
Fool, this ain't no game, so
Tuck your chain and, coward, hide your grill
High cappin' and dissin' in your rappin'
Just might get you killed

They don't fuck with you like
You fucked with them
Your 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 fuck with you like
You fucked with them
Your 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

What you doin' round here? My nigga
I gotta get you
Fresh out of jailin', my mind on bailin'
So I split you
Head to the meeting, give to the needy
So fuck the rest
No understandin', Project's the greedy
You could be next
I'm robbin' victims with a bare face
Super swift 'bout mine
No hesitatin', I come out buckin'
So watch the nine
Off in East Memphis transactin' business
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 fuckin' air?
I'm seein' niggas
Them niggas bodies flyin' everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is
Mackin' or a fuckin' player
I'm keepin' all of you motherfuckers
In my fuckin' prayers
Everywhere that I go I'm gettin'
All these evil stares
I'm sick of all of these
Hatin' motherfuckers in my hair
All in my business, God is my witness
I don't even care
'Cause all you bitches, you
Get the blam, died, hell yeah

They don't fuck with you like
You fucked with them
Your 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 fuck with you like
You fucked with them
Your 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'
The Koopsta
The Knicca breakin' more bitches
Than London got bridges
Send this to you niggas
So you best to listen well
Touch me and you'll die, see
You'll burn with me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you
Niggas that've lost it
Spli-zat ya-zo iz-ass, will? 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 fuckin' wit him is like
Fuckin' 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 fuck wit you like
Ya fucked 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 fuck wit you like
Ya fucked 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
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
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
I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blown

Curiosités sur la chanson They Don’t Fuck Wit U de Three 6 Mafia

Sur quels albums la chanson “They Don’t Fuck Wit U” a-t-elle été lancée par Three 6 Mafia?
Three 6 Mafia a lancé la chanson sur les albums “We Never Sleep, Volume 2” en 2000 et “Choices: The Album” en 2001.
Qui a composé la chanson “They Don’t Fuck Wit U” de Three 6 Mafia?
La chanson “They Don’t Fuck Wit U” de Three 6 Mafia a été composée par Crunchy Black, Koopsta Knicca, Lord Infamous, Project Pat, DJ Paul, Juicy J.

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