Body Parts 3 Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome 

Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis 

Cock 'em up 

Hypnotized minds, HCP, hypnotized camp posse 

We finna do this for all you thievin' ass 

Wanna be us ass niggaz 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 

Y'all niggaz talk 'cuz ya talk like a bitch 

Y'all niggaz 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 with cha kid 

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 niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow 

Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin' getcha merked hoe 

Chop it yeah, I hope folk money what I work fo' 

Paul and Juicy sent me gotta put you in the dirt bro 

Comin' with the pistols is easy we can get you guys 

Frayser boy bizzle or beezy it's 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 ya'll know ya'll done heard all that befo' 

Y'all 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 

Duck tape hog tied wrong place wrong time 

Hypnotized minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind 

All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already know 

I'm the truth and out the booth never been a hoe 

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 niggaz 

I'm a smart muhfucka ask my mama who made me 

A lotta niggaz mad 'cuz they know they can't fade me 

I'm Chrome Carleone Paul and Juicy who pay me 

Well it's ya boy grandaddy call me Mr. Man 

Fuckin' 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 it's curtains 

It ain't nothin' shakin' but some pimps in this bizitch 

That's why you muggin' and yo face lookin' pizzissed 

Stay flippin' cars ballin' out like to shizine 

You stay askin' questions how the hell them niggaz do that 

We smoke the best of dro while she down with some jack-jack 

My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side 

They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went platinium 

Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at 'em 

Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam 

Niggaz rob, kill, murder steal for that ghetty 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 

That's because they record company wouldn't spend dough 

Yeah, my label got a hook up with MTV 

But they just keep forgettin' to tell 'em 'bout me 

They try to play like its love and it's family 

But all my marketin' dollars goin' to, shh 

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