Body Parts 4 Lyrics - Last 2 Walk - Three 6 Mafia

(DJ Paul) 

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

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

Cock 'em up 

(Hook) 

Kill 'em and rob 'em and beat 'em and 

dump all these body parts into my trunk 

(DJ Paul) 

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! 

(Crunchy Blac) 

Ain't never been a motherfuckin bitch 

Hypnotized here just to get that grip 

Yall niggaz talk cuz ya talk like a bitch 

Yall niggaz walk cuz ya walk like a bitch 

Now aint that some shit ya hatin on this click 

You gon make a nigga get up wit cha bitch 

Split yo wig oh yes I did 

I told you you don't want it with a Hard Hitta kid! 

(Boogie Mane) 

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 

(Frayser Boy) 

These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw the first blow 

Leave a nigga shirt soaked playin get cha merked ho 

Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I work fo 

Paul & Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro 

Comin wit the pistols is easy we can get you guys 

Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy its the Hypnotize 

HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low 

If you know what I know run that shit to my doe 

(Lil Wyte) 

We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers 

If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker 

But yall know yall done heard all that befo 

Yall 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 up 

Tape hog tied wrong place wrong time 

Hypnotized Minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind 

(Lil Chrome) 

All my muhfuckers you niggaz should already know 

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

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 muhfucker ask my mama who made me 

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

I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & Juicy who pay me 

(Granddaddy Souf) 

Well its ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) call me Mr. Man 

Fuckin all 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 

(Juicy J) 

You can't be like me slangin D cuz I'm hurtin ya 

No competition with the Juice cuz its curtains 

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

Thats why you muggin and yo face lookin pizzissed 

Stay bflippin 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 wit some Jack-Jack 

My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side 

(Project Pat) 

They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num 

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

Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam 

Niggaz rob kill steal for the ghet-ty 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 

(DJ Paul) 

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 

Thats because they record company wouldn't spend dough 

Yeah my label got a hook up wit MTV 

But they just keep forgettin to tell 'em bout me 

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

But all my marketing dollars goin to {****} 

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...