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Three 6 Mafia - "Bodyparts 2"
Lyrics to Bodyparts 2 : (dj paul) 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 wanna fuck a hoe Then wait until youre back When the wars gone bitch You better recognize you motherfuckin suckas Thinkin that im for the 9-7 Once again, its on Bout to pull yo motherfuckin ass in bitch Woow, woow, woow woow woow woo (dj paul) Now when they comes to the hood I be like black in my zone Now when it comes to parts of the body I got more ('') In the middle of fashion i got to keep it like rockin And people callin it green That smoke how much i like it Again its up to him I need to let some shots off >>and dj paul with teflon also take that bulletproof off But when they jump, i pump To put some murderin punks And then i dump all his bodyparts into my trunk Scarecrow Play Ima terror from the end Ill watch that body explode If they retaliate i blast I think about you wont find them bloody clothes Kill em though Dont you know I want to get rid of those faked up hoes Its the city of memphis Watch me witness how this nigga unload Rage make me regularly, force me blood I feed ya hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge Im nuts You got no crips You got no heart You niggas from the start I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts (gangsta boo) Wussup mista trick Do you wanna get with this Pimp type ass bitch down with the triple 6 My lexus trunk or viper Prophet posse nothin nicer In this fuckin body parts through the air Fuck you playa hatin punks I was layin on the top Look at the billboard charts Prophet posse takin over Nigga now we got you high (m-child) (m-child) I dont know you, Why the fuck you all in my grill, Im stayin, buck on you Niggaz say you so so treal, You aint no killa, My lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep, Sleepin with the lights on, Hoe you contious of me,me and about 80 mo muthafuckaz who comin, 4 and 5 vans deep, while ya bitch ass runnin, We be the prophet devilish and meanin click so tight, M-child orange mound, Smokin out evey night...bitch!!!! (juicy j) I met this fool last week Who said he slangin double keys Also had a group of bustin all tall and some like, green ink What you think I was tryin to plan a robbin spree So i drove a low key car Tryin to fool the streets Curve after curve I return tryin not to swerve Knowin by the hour i be chippin up my bag of herbs ('') herb aks all kinds a guns Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run (scanman) >>please dont test these murderers Slugs i will pump at your gut Scan from the killa klan kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk Lets go ride then play a game Whats the game The game of names Now which, which one would you choose Which ever you choose you lose, you lose (droopy drew dog) First time on the maximum, dont be a trick To see them hatas talk shit but they dont know the deal Dope sella B h ps while i dwella They looked into the barrel of my chin black barretta Ratta tatta is all you heard To see you niggas comin up In the (''') But watch the game Cause you dont got no friends Droopy drew dog self made to the end (crunchy blac) Check this here Niggas will, rob and steal, mob and kill And it feel They dont feel What i feel, then i fill Them buck will Bullet lead two to the head Then i lay them in graves That i dig Just for them Yes it is (project pat) Slammin bones, throwin leaks Puttin bitches in there clicks Kaze in this motherfuck Down we prophet click Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas Mossberg slug to your grill You can feel this Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it dont you see me Project pat is down But aint no fuckin damn fool We ridin drinkin dankin bodies stankin i can smell them well And if the police pull us over Im the first to bail (indo g) Jackin and packin and takin those fakin ass bitches That thinkin that all of us is red instead While i drop this track I flack ('') im straight from very bone To the motherfucka filin out Im the first See triple 6, its`on Bitch every mud up in a source bone I dont wanna kill a motha, betta get a motherfucker for talkin that Shit Huh, i dont wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker for Crossin my click bitch Boogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brains On the motherfuckin wood grain nigga Pullin the trigga like uhh die nigga uhh die nigga (k roc) Motherfucker K roc i dump but what i see in my trunk See me after killa klan Seein that k roc solo burn Makin up in my green Prophet posse my niggas Gimme that forty glock In my ('') pullin that trigga I see traitors lookin at playa hatas Fakin while we blast our gat I dont know where youre at But hata i better witness a ('') If a nigga dont believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car To that ditch I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk [ Bodyparts 2 Lyrics ]
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