Body Parts 3 (feat. Juicy J, DJ Paul, Crunchy Black, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Chrome, Boogieman, Project Pat & Grandaddy Souf) - Explicit Album Version

Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome
 Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the King of Memphis
 Cock 'em up
 Kill 'em and rob 'em and beat 'em and
 Dump all these body parts into my trunk
 Hypnotized Minds! HCP! Hypnotized Camp Posse!
 We finna do this for all you thievin ass wanna be us ass niggas out there!
 Stealin motherfucker! Take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga
 Make this money like we makin it nigga! Throw it down!
 Ain't never been a motherfuckin bitch
 Hypnotized here just to get that grip
 Yall niggas talk cuz ya talk like a bitch
 Yall niggas walk cuz ya walk like a bitch
 Now ain't that some shit ya hatin on this click
 You gon make a nigga get up wit cha bitch
 Split yo wig oh yes I did
 I told you you don't want it with a Hard Hitta kid!
 I done warned the Glock spot to spot hit the locks
 Hit a nigga for his stash spot
 Took the rock nigga was got that was the plot
 Dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop
 Open it up for closin it up I don't give a fuck
 On a daily basis I be postin it up
 Smokin it up choppin it to match it wit dub
 Give us a club Six mane tearin it up
 These niggas misleaded I'mma throw the first blow
 Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha merked ho
 Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I work fo
 Paul & Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro
 Comin wit the pistols is easy we can get you guys
 Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy its the Hypnotize
 HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low
 If you know what I know run that shit to my doe
 We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers
 If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker
 But yall know yall done heard all that befo
 Yall done seen the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe
 You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk
 Lights out next to the Mississippi River plumped up
 Tape hog tied wrong place wrong time
 Hypnotized Minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind
 All my muhfuckers you niggas should already know
 I'm the truth and out the booth never been a ho
 Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya through the doe
 You ain't know I'm a young rich gangsta nigga
 Never been one of them old type wanksta niggas
 I'm a smart muhfucker ask my mama who made me
 A lotta niggas mad cuz they know they can't fade me
 I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & Juicy who pay me
 Well its ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) call me Mr. Man
 Fuckin all ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies
 See I could give a fuck about ya tossin all ya tough talkin
 You don't like me nigga hit me in my mouth
 Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across then
 Candy ass nigga boy you softer than cotton
 Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't bout the spit boxin
 Hootin and hollerin like a cheerleader squadron
 You can't be like me slangin D cuz I'm hurtin ya
 No competition with the Juice cuz its curtains
 It ain't nothin shakin but some pimps in this bizitch
 Thats why you muggin and yo face lookin pizzissed
 Stay bflippin cars ballin out like to shizine
 You stay askin questions how the hell them niggas do that
 We smoke the best of dro while she down wit some Jack-Jack
 My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side
 They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num
 Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at them
 Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam
 Niggas rob kill steal for the ghet-ty green
 U.S. Marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead
 Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head
 I'm was like "I ain't did shit why you hatin this?"
 Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this
 I been doin this too long to still be strugglin livin like this
 Fuckin off with major labels slayed me like a bitch
 And these got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean hoes
 But still on the road doin free shows
 Tryna get a few spins in a few spots
 I growed up back in the day I wouldn't use my Glock
 I hear a lotta corny shit on the radio
 Thats because they record company wouldn't spend dough
 Yeah my label got a up wit MTV
 But they just keep forgettin to tell 'em bout me
 They try to play like it's love and its family
 But all my marketing dollars goin to {}
 Tear Da Club Up was the first Crunk fight song
 I made that in 92 a lil not long
 That it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on
 That's why Three 6 is the MOst Known Unknowns...