Three 6 Mafia - Grab The Gauge lyrics

Grab my guage and then erase

Grab my guage and then erase

Ride up on the street

And put some niggas in the front page

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]

Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit

This shit so funky comes way under nigga grounds are Triple 6

I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large,

I keep you hatas out my face

Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage

My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game

I'm chargin' niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid

You hoes can't fuck wit me

I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hata

Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later

Everybody wanna ride for he say she say they say next

You suckas need to grow up out that kiddy shit

Quit fakin' just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia

Coming nine-six, to two G bitch

Misses lady gangsta on that weed, chicken rib shit

Just to let you know my partner hoe come on the scenery

Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red beams

Now where you gon' go?

You can't hide your life is over kid,

It's time for the killin'

Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch

[Hook 4x]

[Verse 2: DJ Paul & Juicy J]

[DJ Paul]

Man this nigga kill me

tellin' these people that he's about to go nationwide

When he gotta drop his tapes of his self

Plus he gotta call Kim, to get a ride

[Juicy J]

I saw the motherfucka standin' out in front ah Best

talkin' about, bout my tape

The nigga talk about the hard shit on that tape,

Knowin' he sweet as cake

[DJ Paul]

The type ah nigga to tell these hoes

that's he about to blow the fuck up

The only blowin' up bitch you doin'

Is when I stick the grenade in your butt

[Juicy J]

He say he smokin' so many blunts

I can't tell, ooh, he's a liar

I saw you for real,

Hit that ill shit,

You female buyer

[DJ Paul]

Juice man I know what you sayin'

These hoes be killin' me ever so softly,

But little bit a bitch boy know

I be sellin' his first cassette or tape offa me

[Juicy J]

Don't forget about the dope,

You enraged, after you got that page,

From a doctor from the health department

Tellin' you you are gettin' fatal wid AIDS

[DJ Paul]

This hoe boy holdin' card

Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it

Then he got fucked signed his contract

You bitch boy you's a fuckin' dummy

[Juicy J]

Lookin' tryna deal wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs

Young nigga you'll never sell more than the Three 6, bitch please

[Hook (4x)]

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous & Koopsta]

Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian Arabic

I reckon I wreckin' ya South American

Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some, loop

Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of your neck

put your heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes

and straight to the head for the chief

and the blunt of the Indicut down in my stash,

I reside in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em

on Infamous Island where there is no smilin'

the niggas buckwild and the weapons are silenced

there's nothing combine us,

Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the

scarier, insanitarium, popper and carry 'em,

There's no merry love, only murder blood,

Till I take something worst out ah all ah these

hollow points burst and disperse going through

flesh and bone through the back of your shirt

you be burnt up and buried in dirt that'll work,

The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas for shit

they can't get wid these bitches they'll never compare,

I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 niggas still

sufferin' every day that I swear

[Koopsta Knicca]

I see them fucking pressin' on they brother man,

It happens everyday don't make me grab the guage,

Dangerously I play I best to kill wid guage

And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet

[Hook ('til fade