Land Of The Lost Lyrics - Chapter 2: World Domination - Three 6 Mafia

Deep down south in da hood niggas slang 

Hustlin' and game, tryin' ta stack some change 

Land of the lost full of gangstas 'n' killas 

Niggas all about they damn scrilla 

Deep down south in da hood niggas slang 

Hustlin' and game, tryin' ta stack some change 

Land of the lost full of gangstas 'n' killas 

Niggas all about they damn scrilla 

To start it off I'm the motherfuckin' lady about her cheese 

While you other Herman Benz out there leavin' fo' free 

Kinda quick to tell you what I'm gonna get and it be true 

At the end of the rainbow, nigga, I thought you knew 

'Cuz I'm sayin' all my hustlas don't forgot I'm on the green 

Got a pocket full of money not no stones, know what I mean? 

Don't get mad 'cuz yo ass livin' broke 

Fuck that, get up off yo lazy ass 

Get about yo fuckin' scratch 

I'm chasin' Franklin wit' my Triple 6 thugs 'cuz we was sinners 

I get deeper, I'm still comin' up with lint 

Livin' in a tent, some trick gotta change, it ain't the same 

And it's plain to see I ain't the same man 

Beat a bitch, Rob a hoe, kick in does from doe to doe 

Prophet posse never sloppy, clean you out from roof to flo' 

I'm startin' to stinkin', raisin' my heartbeat to never be rich 

Rather trade a hoe for mackers dis predemption 

Deep down south in da hood niggas slang 

Hustlin' and game, tryin' ta stack some change 

Land of the lost full of gangstas 'n' killas 

Niggas all about they damn scrilla 

Deep down south in da hood niggas slang 

Hustlin' and game, tryin' ta stack some change 

Land of the lost full of gangstas 'n' killas 

Niggas all about they damn scrilla 

It's on, why you shakin'? Whatcha wanna do? 

I gotta 357 brand new shootin' holes through 

Niggas skulls fool, let's get da dope and drop it off 

And count them G's and smoke some cheese 

It pays to brake the law 

My cousin creepin' all them graded boys gonna hook us up 

To make a grip on that white shit that we don't see or touch 

Fuck what you talkin' about? We slangin', nigga 

By any means you wanna stop the team we pull the trigga 

Red, red, go away 'cuz a nigga wanna play 

Leave me here, chiefin hey, standin' till the last day, you can 

Let me wear a briefcase in my situation 

So many smilin' faces about the devil that's in me racin' 

Place in here's a motherfucker my nigga I tell ya what 

When I was in the jail while my killa was in da cut 

All because of this high powered, coward 

Bustin' that I heat up, musta been in love, wanna fill me with slugs 

It's crunchy black, crunchy black on da creep, nigga 

How you niggas out here gonna laugh and fuckin' giggle? 

When I'm gettin' bigga and bigga, bigga den a fuckin' picture 

Picture me in yo dreams when I'm out, ta fuckin' getcha 

Hit ya fo' ya dividends and fled from da fuckin' case 

Don't drop no pieces so I, want catch a case 

Make a mistake in dis game and man you'll hafta pay 

Deep in the jail cell or holy cell, never see the day 

Deep down south in da hood niggas slang 

Hustlin' and game, tryin' ta stack some change 

Land of the lost full of gangstas 'n' killas 

Niggas all about they damn scrilla 

Deep down south in da hood niggas slang 

Hustlin' and game, tryin' ta stack some change 

Land of the lost full of gangstas 'n' killas 

Niggas all about they damn scrilla