[fatal]
1 - (oh no) when at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
(oh no) when at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
(oh no) when at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
(oh no) when at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
[gangsta boo]
Oh no, you cant
Misses gangsta boo comin atcha
Wit niggas guaranteed to wet your fuckin coochies, watered up
We be the roughest, my team be the buckest, my team be the quickest
Makin you say what the fuck was it? !
Who that be? where she at? we besta get her, yo!
Triple 6, gangsta boo, why dont you come & get me ho? !
Bet yall niggas on the payroll, ready to swat you baby
Slice & dice your ass like some fruit wit a chrome machetti
I hope you ready to see freddy in your fuckin dreams
Make believe shit come true, know what I mean nigga?
Im outta control like a fucked up roller coaster ride
Let me get high, thought you mothafuckas died (nigga)
I be the mindless, shoot bitches, when I flow
I dont give a fuck cause ya hatin
What the fuck for?
You do not pay me
Neither do you break me
Hypnotize comin for real
We paper chasin
Repeat 1
[fatal]
(oh no) Im sick & tired of playin wit these fuckin hoes
All my life I seen friends turned another fuckin foes
If a nigga out to sea, what the fuck you get back?
A group of niggas sellin ? dolo? caine
Talkin bout how you back
I make the bullets that ? like...
Dont believe me? test me jack
*brrap, brrrrap brrap brap*
You better be nimble, you better be quick
When this fuckin forty click
Its gonna be cold in your partnas house
Wit hoes in your doors bitch
Aint a killa, aint a nigga, by the scrilla
But a hustla, Im by the struggle
Keepin the trouble, kickin doors
Guns to brang
Slangin caine
In the snow, or in the rain
Im gon maintain
In the street, or on the strip
Im makin grips
Shakin dice
The cheese, I flip
I pimp a bitch
Runnin combs, on cellular phones
Im in your home
Put them toes, up in your face
So now its on
Repeat 1
Ha, I got ? ? flicks
Yes, on the c-b set cassette
Make you deaf, ? ha, if you bitches wanna flex
Catch a neck ? bent
Like some missed up out your chest
>from the ? chest
Many bitches I been sexed
By the lord & this ?
Rock a mic up off stage, if its cordless
Yes, love the gangsta way I test
Take three thousand x
I smoke the dope up in my chevy
Hit the head rest
Kill em all, by the three 6 multiplicity, no sympathy
Namin startin from the c-b-q
Be from this infa-mee
I rip it ?
? ya pretty styles & sympathies go mentally?
Make a believer ? ? , put it on the show, they called it rippley
So picture the
Sucka who chuckles wit buckles will really catch the knuckles
Cuz hoes will duct tape you with ? you aint got the muscle
I leave you stiffened on the curb, make ya head like ? ?
You dont want no posse ? ? ?
They dont want it
Fatal put the pump to your stomach
Hittin you up wit shots
Give you reasons to run with
The dumbest, aint nothin these cats get game from
Its the verbal verdict
Its venom, Im dissin em by the hundreds
Train gas, tryin to seal you in the rep-tain gap
Hussein foul
Put it in that apple
Shit, you playin now?
>from memphis to your city
My fo-fo pretty
Lil gold from sheezy
Put the ? to your kitty
Fuck wit hussein & thugs
Thats your brain on drugs
I bring the pain wit slugs
Dont get slain then plug
Youll get popped off
Block wit hot shots, and dropped off
I spot yall, when I popped mines off
Its them outlaws in three 6, yall cant do shit with
That slick shit, sheisty, nasty, new brick, mix shit
Im tellin you, you my man, Im holdin back from shellin you
Screw my plans
And imma be pourin out liquor, smokin an l for you
Shuttle control, shuttle control...
