Triple 6 Mafia lyrics

Triple 6 Mafia lyrics

"Put Ya Signs lyrics"

The Fake Sound Of Progress lyrics
Somebody told me that I always have to bow if that was true I would have fallen apart by now The more u think, the less u act their ways so can u hear this, the fake sound of progress Never reason with a fool, but is that unkind, looks like I lost my mind once again I know it all sounds so contrived, but its got to me u know I've got to be more t
[Hook: x2]
Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight

[Gangsta Boo]
If you bitches ain't scared put a bitch right to the floor
Tell her she belong below under shoes where roaches go
Hoe I'm ready if you ready tell me what you wanna do
To the lovely Gangsta Boo, buck as fuck I thought you knew
Put my sign up in ya face
Leave ya stape without a trace
You ain't buck 'cause bitch I saw ya stankin' ass yesterday
Talk ya ? hoe ya ? 'cause I'm comin' in the crowd boy
With niggas and I'm out slammin' bitches to the ground

[Lord Infamous]
I see ya from the stage ya angry face is fig
Artemis lyrics
by Gerard Nerval The Thirteenth returns... Once more she is the first; And she is still the only one, or is this the only moment; For you are surely queen, first and last? For you are surely king, O first and last lover?... Love the one who loves you from the cradle to the grave; The one alone I love loves me dearly still: She is death - or the dea
hting in the corner Full of marijuana niggas in the middle in a trauma While they throwin 'bo's they snatchin' hoes that stuck in a coma Any thick lil' fine bitch come on through a nigga all up on her Some trick done got mad and ran to the wagon and grabbed a 12 gauge pump Probably full of that numby numb that coke and rum and getting dumb Cars are barrelin' through the nigga shootin' runnin to the Rover Niggas catchin the heat from slugs Negroes gettin trampled over [Hook x 2] [Juicy J] Now I got you bitches hot Platinum out and on the spot Mad becuase they take your cell So they stop at slangin rocks Bring yo ass to North Memphis Killas hang and niggas pimpin Playas on them cards flippin Choppin dope up in the kitchen And I always keep it real Way bef
Power Moves lyrics
[SPM talking] Eh he he he he Hustle Town my city maan! Born and raised baby Yo I dedicate this jam to all the single mothers Raisin' men in a big city I know it's hard Let 'em know what's up Filero [Verse 1: Filero] I sell drugs with thugs Hittin' licks off tricks Workin' two jobs a dope deala and a p
ore a record deal So my nigga don't hate on me 'cause Juicy J be gettin his bills Clean that mug from off ya face unless you want a casket case Nigga fuck what you end, who you clean, and fuck ya friend [DJ Paul] Nigga you claimin set, throwin', showin' signs You ain't no one look inside your face is plain as day Another hoe is showin' Bitch I'm down with the same game you claim but I will fuck you up Hoe it ain't the same off in them flames I don't give a fuck Put some in your liver you so ? in the studio Nigga all but the liver watch you run like bitch was stealers that I let you know Packing automatics full of that static that you stressin' for Actin' like you want some but it seems you scared to go [Hook] [Koopsta Knicca] Hey don't call me for swe
Ain't Nothing Wrong lyrics
[Verse 1] You comin off innocent actin all nervous and Girl I can tell that you been here before By the way that you block you ears and the way that you bite your lip Girl you a trip [Hook] And I know that your lovin when hittin it feels like forever when we're doin it ooh ooh aah aah Damn i like it and it dont really matt
et songs Ain't no ? Ain't no funky smilin' faces Ain't no grins up on this man It's the ? that keeps me cool Social security breaking news Shit could fight up all night with mo henny wait that's how I (breath) Do you feel it? Is it rare? Smack that bitch up with that chair When you see me over there Raise your hands up in the air 'Cause bitch this ain't no Rosewood Nigga take another round Slipped up, chopped up, fucked, lights out [Crunchy Black] Claim where I claim, hang where I hang Burn where I burn, nigga ain't no thing Do what I do, hanging with my crew (What, what, what, what) nigga I thought you knew Ain't no hood, throwin our sets Me fucking more nigga no disrespect Get out our way, gun will spray Easy come nigga anyday [Hook until fade]