Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia - Let's Start A Riot lyrics

[Chorus starts off w/cuts and scratches]

Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch!

Let's start a motherfucking riot in this hoe!

[Repeat 4x]

[Verse One: DJ Paul]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, fucker, yeah

You got to be the weakest hoe in the world

You move all the way to Memphis from [gunshots] (Atlanta)

'Cause you were scared like a little girl

Little sorry broke bitch ass nigga

You ran your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggaz

You landed in the "M" and saw your life was in ruins

By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing?

I thought you we really quick to kick some ass down here

Memphis, Tenn. I'll take the base out of it and say so clear

Then you move back to [gunshots] (Atlanta) and got your shot up

While you were driving you living a life of hell

I guess you wanted to be so much like your favorite rapper

That you even try to die like your favorite rapper

At ninety pounds you're too small

Look all the trouble you found

You've done fuck around and find yourself under the ground

I wanted to get in that ass so I invite you to a show

But you's a ho because your ass didn't show you ain't buck bitch!

[Chorus 4x]

[Verse Two: Lord Infamous]

This right here won't stay quiet

It might strike up a riot

Everytime we bump this shit somebody up in here die

The dangerous Hypnotize is from the deadliest Minds

We are the rowdiest of hypnotists out here you will find

You better fuck with your kind

You do not want none of mine

We're the funkiest, bumpiest out on the grind

This is one your sitting in your junk get ya crunk

We're the specialist Triple six out on the funk

So hit the floor and give me about one hundred jawbreakers

We're causing pain up on this thang you can't shake us

I'm pistol-whipping, self-tripping furiously fast

Hit the gas, the cash I'll give them a blast

In the past, Three 6 have you beating 'em bad

Just like the old shit you holding niggaz up in a mask

Hit the parking lot, pop the boys

Straight Homicide

It be these killers man, these killers man 'bout to

[Chorus 4x]

[Verse Three: Crunchy Black]

First, I've had you niggaz get buck, get wild

Then I want you niggaz to move the fucking crowd

Three 6 in this bitch knock a nigga down

My nigga on the right, get buck, get wild

My nigga on the left, smack a bitch in the mouth

My nigga on top turn it to the ground

For all you hoes walk around with a frown

We gonna play a game called "Beat a bitch down"

[Verse Four: Juicy J]

Bitch I know It's 'bout that cash when you selling your ass

You done spent your whole check walking around acting mad

Heard you be at ATL, Magic City It's sad

To cover up it's just a flauge like you ain't like the past

You say you down with the goodbook

I think you read a cookbook

I know you need some help you need to go see Dr. Hoodshook

And please quit claiming the low down dirty Three 6

When you telling motherfuckers you ain't with it bitch!

[Chorus 4x]

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