Fuck Y'all Hoes Lyrics - When The Smoke Clears - Three 6 Mafia

If you ain't claiming G-D 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming V-L 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Crips Then 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Bloods Then 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming BHZ 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming North Memphis 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Orange Mound 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Southpark 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

Bitch we are entertainers 

We warfare trainers 

We ain't gangbangers 

But we will make you famous 

I show you falling hoes 

I show you slippin' slopes 

I show you swiss I knows 

I dangling from the rows 

You top that Tokeo 

Up in the studio 

But in the streets they ho 

You cool they diff but so 

But if he eat the coke 

And wanna go for broke 

Let's get them guns out ho 

I thank you fucking former ho 

I can fight this nigga 

I can whoop this nigga 

I can 

(Gun loading) 

(Gun Shots) 

Boom, with the trigger 

I can rob this boy 

I can mob this boy 

I can call a fucking killer 

Do a job on this boy 

I can make this fool 

I can rape this fool 

I can get them off my five o'clock 

Or ten o'clock news 

I can lend a helping hand 

I can be your fucking friend 

I can leave his body stankin' 

In a croquer garbage can 

If you ain't claiming Hollywood 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Walker Homes 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Foot Home 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Walter Simmons 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Smokey City 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Evergreen 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming LMG 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Dixie Homes 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

Don't play with the Hypnotize C A M P 

(A C) 

Blowin' small balls nigga feel me 

Maybe I be what chu' call the first lady 

Triple Six put me through the doors getting money 

Now you 

Jelous ass bitches in my face 

Tryin' take my shit out of place 

(You be steppin' bitch) 

I be on some Hennesy 

Mixed with some Alizae 

Smokin' on some hay 

On my way, on that plat, "A" 

("A") 

I'm hittin' on some small niggas 

(That rob niggas) 

Smoke coke 

(With big mob figures) 

That star niggas 

In P-Agg ya 

Get 'em recorded they own pictures 

I'm takin' puss, and dankin' drankin' 

Drank wit' warning niggas 

I poke them stagged up 

And round wit' trick a heavy niggas 

I'm talkin' ski-mask 

Engage up out of the back seat niggas 

Pull the triggers and I keep a tone, world-rone 

Dangers on, hustle grown 

Sippin' on, burn a post 

Papers on, but still I'm home 

If you ain't claiming New Chicago 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Roxy Brown 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Pussy Valley 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Fowler Homes 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Douglas then 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Trig then 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Mclemore 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Bunker Hill 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

No issues 

You think this kid fucked up the fucking problem 

Bitch you don't know that Koopsta Knicca is a murder robber 

Got yo motherfucking brother in the back seat 

Sweat drippin' off his neck, son of bitch you don't know me 

"Kopsta" 

I kinda hear the whispers in his fucking bed 

"Knicca" 

And you think you got that strip than why don't you get with him 

And if you wanna stress me grab my 8.0 is you dead 

Say, "Mister, cum a dress ya" 

Koopsta got 'em scared 

If you ain't claiming Hyde Park 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Ridge Grove 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Ridge Crest 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Bartlett then 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming Germantown 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't claiming 

(Fuck y'all hoes) 

If you ain't naming 

Fuck y'all hoes 

Fuck y'all hoes 

Fuck y'all hoes 

Fuck y'all hoes 

Fuck y'all hoes 

Fuck y'all hoes