Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy
This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit You believe, that nigga, I love to get it onīoom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe thatĪnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown You can believe this, you can believe thatĪnd believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black
Take your nine lives, bump up and Hypnotize your mind, blow So, when we creep, drop cause I'ma hit you nine times
Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your doorĤ, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it goĪnd 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA! Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doorsįirst one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' getĪ fiend wiolatin' the business, I ain't wit'Īnd now in 2000 you talkin' the same shitĪnd now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporateĪ 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mineĭa End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crackīlood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussionĬome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'įirst crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime If you got a problem with me, holla at my Lugerĭro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack niggaĬane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious niggaĬall a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) įrom hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads Hypnotize Camp Posseįinally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song “Hard Out Here For a Pimp” earned them an Academy Award (!!!) for Best Original Song in 2006, as the world woke up to their impact.M.E.M.P.H.I.S."(feat. A string of party-starting, genre-defining singles would follow, as well as arguably their biggest legacy: the rise of trap music, which would spread from the Deep South across the country. They became progenitors of hip-hop’s blinged-out crunk phase, defined by the trunk-rattling When the Smoke Clears: Sixty 6, Sixty 1. As the group entered the new millennium, the murky, horror-inspired sound that began with their 1995 underground classic, Mystic Stylez, would reach a global audience. Even before the Backyard Posse linked up with Koopsta Knicca, Gangsta Boo, and Crunchy Black, they all were already dynamic MCs, producers, and DJs with a deep catalog of locally distributed cassettes. The throughline among them? A dedication to the art and science of rap music. But like supervillains, each of the six Mafia members has an origin story worth its own book. Their story as a collective traces back to 1991, when Memphis-based brothers DJ Paul and Lord Infamous formed the Backyard Posse with Juicy J. Their blood-curdling, progressive proto-trap and machine-gun flows have soaked into and defined the contemporary consciousness of hip-hop and pop.
It’s hard to imagine what music would sound like today without Three 6 Mafia.
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