Don't Stand So Close '2001' F/ Three 6 Mafia Lyrics - Gangsta Boo

[Chorus 8X] 

Don't stand, don't stand so close to me 

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo] 

Rip you bitches mugs off 

Lookin at me fire hot 

Rollin wit my brother E 

Take me to your stash spot 

Queen of Memphis reppin 

Crazy lady steppin 

Comin wit tha automatic chrome tone weapon 

Nigga yah you know the biz 

What you in my face for 

Add teeth gold bracelet wit tha fuckin bezzle 

Cruisin wit tha limo 

Tint on my window 

Pop a half X 

Now I'm ready to get felt on 

On my way to New York 

Get the latest fashion 

Head on back to Memphis 

Hit the Pure Passion 

Shake it shake your ass bitch 

Sexy fine thang you 

Mad hoes always got something about the Gangsta Boo 

Catch me at the Grammy's 

Wit a blunt, runnin shit 

Fuck you sissy bitches 

Ya'll can't fuck wit me, I'm runnin shit 

Everybody know 

All my niggaz do just what I say 

Nowhere close to me 

Check the fuckin resume 

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[Repeat Chorus 8X] 

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous] 

Don't stand much closer 

I can't focus 

On the snow ????????????? 

This automatic 

Start to splattin 

Cappin, fuck the police 

My millimeter 

Like my peter 

Keep em rippin apart 

Evaporate em 

On this caper 

Sissy boy wit no heart 

A lot of punks 

They talk that junk 

Up on that fuck the Scarecrow 

I'm super cool 

You act a fool 

You coward you gotta go 

I'm mega ?????? super pimp 

?????????? to the grave 

But if I'm trippin off that hay 

That be the end of the day 

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[Verse 3: Crunchy Blac] 

Don't stand so motha fuckin close to me 

If you stand too close you get the elbow G 

Go on young nigga 

Tryna start some shit 

If you start some shit 

Nigga this what you get 

I'm a rock and roll 

I'm a lock and unload 

I'm a lay your weak ass down on the floor 

In this gotdamn club 

Cause i told you bro 

Don't stand so motha fuckin close to me 

[Repeat Chorus] 

[Verse 4: Juicy J] 

Let me be me 

Let you be you 

Let me smoke my weed 

You can do what you do 

If I'm ridin in the Bentley 

Don't be mad at me 

Your baby momma 

Wanna holla 

Know she glad to see 

A classy playa from the North 

Wit a bag of good 

Fifth of hen 

Pint of gin 

Rollin through the hood 

If i seem a little hot 

I can't help myself 

You betta catch up witcho kind 

And fuck wit somebody else 

[Verse 5: DJ Paul] 

Now I'm a lock you in the fuckin trunk 

While i hit the fuckin funk 

Now I'm goin crazy boy 

All i see is blood boy 

Shoot you in the fuckin arm 

Pop you in the fuckin leg 

Sit back 

Sip syrup 

And watch your snitchin ass beg, bitch 

Stay away from Lil Craig 

Claimin you his friend hoe 

All up in my brother's face 

Knowin you wanna be him hoe 

Niggaz don't fuck wit you 

Niggaz tryna kill you 

Everybody know you the police 

So we gon peel you 

The real don't feel you 

(Scratching till end) 

Don't stand, don't stand so close to me