They Don't Fuck Wit U Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta 

Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta 

Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta 

Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate 

Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate 

Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta 

Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta 

Gangsta, g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta 

Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate 

Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate 

I grab my swatter, I swat this bug, he laid to rest 

Fuckin' wit' T R I P L E S I X 

Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up 

In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts 

Bitch, where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in 

'Cuz in yo face, off in the streets ain't nothin' but hoe is showin' 

Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight 

Stick you with knives, shoot you with nines and take yo life 

Yea, we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared 'cuz we don't play around 

Never wanna step 'cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground 

People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro 

Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow 

If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll 

Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold 

Foo, this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill 

High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed 

They don't fuck wit u like ya fucked with them 

Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb 

You got no ends, now you got no friends 

Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in 

They don't fuck wit u like ya fucked with them 

Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb 

You got no ends, now you got no friends 

Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in 

Whachu doin' 'round her', my nigga I gotta get ya 

Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya 

Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest 

No understandin', projects the greedy, ya could be next 

I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a [unverified] 

No hesitatin', I come out buckin', so watch the nine 

Off in east Memphis transactin' bizness, I know you straight 

I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate 

Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air? 

I'm seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere 

You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player 

I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers 

Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares 

I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair 

All in my bizness, God is my witness, I don't even care 

'Cuz all you bitches you get the, died hell, yeah 

They don't fuck wit u like ya fucked with them 

Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb 

You got no ends, now you got no friends 

Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in 

They don't fuck wit u like ya fucked with them 

Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb 

You got no ends, now you got no friends 

Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in 

Deep, deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin' 

Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bitches than London got bridges 

Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well 

Touch me and you'll die, see you can burn wit' me in hell 

This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-i for you niggas that've lost it 

Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will [unverified] off it 

Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch 

Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the six riders 

My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again 

He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends 

He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane 

And fuckin' wit' him is like fuckin' wit' somethin' different 

Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough 

Like ash to ash, nigga, and dust to dust 

In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga 

'Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up 

They don't fuck wit u like ya fucked with them 

Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb 

You got no ends, now you got no friends 

Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in 

They don't fuck wit u like ya fucked with them 

Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb 

You got no ends, now you got no friends 

Now it's time to get the strap and go and do they ass in 

I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown 

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