Last Man Standing Lyrics - Gangsta Blac

Chorus (4x): You don't know me 

My weapon's here to tell ya 

[Lord Infamous] 

Torture til they gone never stay alone killas laser chrome 

Hunting in the zone where the enemies roam 

Massacre the town fire all yo rounds make em all fall down 

Please don't make a sound hear the Devil growl 

Please don't go to sleep never go to sleep 

You may not awake cause I'm goin to take you deep down beneath 

The Scarecrow's in the woods, creeping through the woods 

Creeping through yo hood, please don't be so scared 

Go and take a look 

I got behind the steel, may I be forgived, I didn't mean to kill 

Now I wipe your bone and blood off my windshield 

I'm sitting in the park, fire on the lost, watching body parts 

Burning into sparks, bloodied on my saw 

Lord Infamous is me, psychpathically, driven in the mind 

Seek and you shall find my evil is blind 

Cause I give a fuck less, color of your flesh, I just want to mess 

Up your fuckin chest with my jet black tech 

Chorus 4x 

[Gangsta Boo] 

Playa what you know about the south side? 

Not a damn thing, but yo ass do not realize 

South is takin over, nigga, squashin all this bullshit 

North, east, west, it's all good, gotta represent 

Comin with the quickness, oh my goodness, it's this gangsta bitch 

Never solo only roll with niggaz down with Triple 6 

What you gettin jealous fo? 

Nigga you don't know me so 

Bustin so Mafia World, Mafia makin money ho 

[Juicy J] 

Yeah, this Triple 6 Mafia click it's real 

Fool it ain't nothin fake 

We tote them glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitate 

You wanna run up to this click and talk that ?flodge? and shit 

And have yo ass tied up and thrown away off in a ditch 

Or see me bitch, drop to yo feet while you flow 20 deep 

Deep in the Mississippi River wrapped up in a sheet 

And then ya know the Last Man Standin can't be you or me 

How could fuck with this and my fuckin N-i-n-e? 

BEEYATCH! 

Chorus 4x 

[D.J. Paul] 

The Last Man Standin'll never be part of the B.O.N.E 

Comin from that ? 4-0, searchin for my enem-eny 

Niggaz tryin to come quick, shut it up you fixin to die trick 

40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya to the brains, you fixin to die, bitch 

Huh, in the Mid-south we cannot see ya, may never wanna be ya 

When you come up out that Chevy with yo draws off 

Sawed-offs we be aimin, never with yo games-es 

Automatic my brains is, shootin yo fuckin brains in 

Three 6 mutha fuckin Mafia, fools we gon rocket ya 

Wanna after party ain't no stoppin us 

Comin from the M, ain't no love for her or him 

Here's a blast from that blast 

Man I doubt ya even last in the past 

You thought you had some characters, fuckin the wrong click 

6 niggaz gonna carry ya, I bury ya 

Bitches alive after the rest of demands 

The Three 6 Mafia, the last to stand 

After the war is over 

Chorus 4x 

[Gangsta Blac] 

Deuce, deuce down, drinkin crown with the Texas thugs 

Scrugs, ain't no love, catch me slummed of them fuckin drugs 

Boys Club bound, lost and found, biggest man around 

Never try to break me down, ?tre 8? though, gon fuckin clown 

You don't know this nigga 

What, malt liquor got you thinkin strange? 

Rico with that fo-fo through the d-z-oor, you don't know this man 

G-a-n-g-s-t-a, bitch, glorified shit, trick 

Ain't no need for this cause a man will kill you quick 

Nigga! 

[M-Child] 

It's almost nightfall, let me slip on my murderer mugs 

A smile to a frown make a nigga think that I'm on drugs 

Orange Mound where I be, Mackin Child is who I be 

A young to arrested got you stressin to my mystery 

Psycho kids split yo wig, all over the mighty dollar 

Fuckin with my Devil this ho let this beam up out yo collar 

Comin deep, Mafia deep, puttin you niggaz to fuckin sleep 

A bomb in yo pager, now watch it blow when the Child beep 

BITCH! 

Chorus