M.e.m.p.h.i.s. Lyrics - When The Smoke Clears - Three 6 Mafia

Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song 

Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads 

From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga 

And you know what that mean bitch 

Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch 

Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga 

Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga 

Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga 

Cane slangier, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya 

If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger 

Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack 

Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack 

Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion 

Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin' 

First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime 

You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine 

Da End, the souls of men embedded inside 

The Posse, the Prophet, the Posse, we all collide 

We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase 

Our mind, in crime reminds, Crazed N Laz Dayz 

Hypnotize, and blazed another gold plate 

Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate 

I got a 357, a tec with a black clip 

A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips 

Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get 

A fiend violatin' the business, I ain't wit' 

And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit 

And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss 

They smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill 

The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors 

The first one to bust his gun, hollow tips come by the ton 

Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb 

I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go 

And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, whoa 

Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your door 

4 niggaz deep, bandannas with black calicos 

So, when we creep, drop 'cause I'ma hit you nine times 

Take your nine lives, bump up and hypnotize your mind, blind 

You can believe this, you can believe that 

And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black 

You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown 

You believe that nigga I love to get it on 

You half steppin', I got the weapon 

Boom, boom, I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that 

I love to kill, I love the thrill 

And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga 

No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time for no shit 

Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch 

It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done 

I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one 

I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart 

It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw 

This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me 

On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy 

Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers 

Get the fuck away from me, ho because 

The crew can't stand them vapors 

Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch 

Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your armpits 

Yeah, we can do it take your time and do it right 

You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night 

Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start 

See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard 

Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition 

Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock 'em in the expedition 

No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack 

Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats 

How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager 

Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters 

Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot 

Plus, I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute 

I woke up early Saturday morning 

Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger 

Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers 

Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends 

And pay a livin', neh nigga, gon' bother my 

Cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan 

You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me 

You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin' 

Fuck the reason, and the treason, time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it 

You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze 

Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke 

Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho 

Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's 

Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, 'cause I despise 

Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays 

Koop with double clicks and duck tape and wicked wizards 

And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time 

Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why 

Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right 

Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight 

And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that 

Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that 

Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga 

HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga 

What, what, it's CP nigga 

HCP, Hypnotize