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Three 6 Mafia Chapter 2 World Domination

havin' thoughts Thoughts about a nigga I remember what that trick had bought Kept that visine in my purse Get a rental car from Hertz Call my niggas from the Three 6

the cross We done gotcha in the motherfuckin' scope, we done shot cha We get more wilder than a chicken with his head cut off Three 6 Mafia hypnotizin

again Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend I'll do your ass in Yeah, I ain't ya fuckin' friend You do your ass in nigga Three 6 Mafia comin' at your ass

Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe Three 6 Mafia, M-Child a whole bunch of mothafuckas And ready to do this shit you

juice man stayin' Gotta have a lady that wanna do what I do Likes skippin' work or love cuttin' high school Servin' all the playas in the three 6 mafia

check to take a look and then fired back I realized I was out numbered in a deadly trap Three 6 Mafia, Prophet Posse, Killa Kaze With the shotties Leave

nobody's mind These smiles turn to frowns When they see a playa on the rise on top of the world Just a lookin' down and laughin' at'cha I'll never be popular like that 2

like to be droppin' (Droppin') Juicy with the two nine, Paul with the forty Motherfuckers on a paperchas, yeah Killa from Three 6, K-Roc, don't play

jump With them doubts somebody hear shots Got you shakin' Call the cops When the cops got on the scene all they heard was cries and screams Triple 6