Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia - I Ain't Goin' lyrics

[Lord Infamous]

Sound the alarm

Infamous comes

From the slums

Lookin' them done

Within' they pump

Cough the thoughts

Bitches are numb

Niggas they run

All of my guns

Droppin' a fuss

Filish the wound

Bitches are doom

At high noon

Billy the Kid

Splatter his wig

Without a clue

Niggas get blue

Off they shoes

What's up dead fool

I got my tools

Don't get the rules

It's up to you

What will you do

Here comes the rat

Here comes the tat

Hit 'em with bats

Chop off they ass

Blow up the gats

Don't hit a mack

Infamous packed

Down for a jack

Ready to buck

Wantin' to fuck

Testin' my nuts

You will get stuck

Down in the rut

Fillin' the slugs

Empty your gut

All on the rug

[?] dug

All on my mug

They will pay

When I'm comin' with the shanks

And my dank

And the chains

[Koopsta Knicca]

Fallin' up and down the street

Lookin' for some shit to creep

Niggas knowin' my bogus tags

And they pull up they gangsta setts

They knowin' bout my roll

Part of robbin' niggas who thinkin' they hard

And dumpin' trick in a ditch

That's my hobby cause I ain't ready

In the bushes where I hang

But you want to be a wild thang

And throw yo ass up in my face

Now I got your little monkey ass

No I'm not a scapula

So try to break it off with the rest of your dough

[?] the rest of yo bag

[???]

Which will die or bleed elite

Watch yo body hit the street

[?] they say where you lay

No one knows your damn face

But I do and that's a fact

Come play the game of pitty pat

I thought you on the railroad track

Slice yo head and leave you dead

[Chorus]

I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business

I ain't goin' bitch

Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be...

[Juicy "J"]

Ain't no fuckin' negotiatin'

When the nines cocked

Don't get yourself in a situation

Straight to a pinebox

I think it's time for meditation

To all this crime stop

Three 6 known for demonstratin'

For makin' bodies drop

Sometimes it's like I'm in a movie

Like the movie Scream

These niggas don't say nothing to me

Cause I be lookin' mean

And if you stick a knife right through me

Cut through my bloodstream

You hoes ass niggas better kill me

Cuase fool this ain't no dream

I'm comin' for you like I'm crazy

Straight out the institution

Like a mafia member pay me

They know there nothin' to it

To leave my house lazy

And throw her in a sewer

The 97 you can't fade me

When I got something to do with it

[DJ Paul]

Now we got some killas in the house

When you claim you couldn't tell

Do I need to leave it here?

(buck, buck, buck)

To leave your ass convinced

Or do we need to put some kick dose on you fucky hoes

Mack 10's and 12's rebel

WE got this under control

And when we call this type of deal

It's a splash party

When them brains paint the wall

It's Dj Paully all off of ya'll

Watch me blas

Watch me grasp for this stash

Rip off this mask

I done got hotter hope it's all cash

And the n we hopin' in this essense

But throw them gats

The mask and sacks of cash in Juicy's Lexus

And now we goin' out own separate ways

We got six hundred and sixty-six ways to get paid

[Chorus]

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