Barrin' You Bitches Lyrics - When The Smoke Clears - Three 6 Mafia

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk 

I can't be barrin' you bitches 

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk 

I can't be barrin' you bitches 

These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards 

Stick them bitches for riches 

My nigga silent night, deadly night 

That's when I start, when I start creepin' like a hitman 

Scope my man then I toss the dynamite 

Bitches y'all ain't got the guns, bitches y'all ain't got the funds 

Fuckin' around with Three to Six 

I'll make you niggas duck and run 

Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin' 

I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys 

Crunchy catch that trick back on that 

Ways he still remember them punks 

Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga 

Make his eyes close 

I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes 

I say we marchin' and steppin' 

Plenty weapons we packin' 

Why you haters be lackin'? 

Always dissin' with rappin' 

How you bumpin' our shit 

Then you turn around an you diss? 

You wouldn't want to step 

We been in this shit you rookie bitch 

Let me see who it be, shh psych boy 

I ain't sayin' your name, you know who you are Lil' Boy 

In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races 

People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus, you Satan 

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk 

I can't be barrin' you bitches 

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty fucked 

I can't be barrin' you bitches 

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk 

I can't be barrin' you bitches 

These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards 

Stick them bitches for riches 

Now I ain't fucked up 'bout these niggas dissin' 

'Cause a nigga givin' these blessings 

See you like a dog you fetching 

Starin' at a fuckin' weapon 

Know your momma taught you better 

Never try to diss a player 

Maybe I can kill you now 

Or stall around and kill you later 

Probably I should call the boys 

Tell them to bring them toys 

We gonna bust them bitches 

And fold them up like aluminium foil 

And keep loadin' them guns 

Takin' 'em one by one 

Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks 

Until the job is done 

Take em' on a lyrical holocaust 

Infamous is just our mafia boss 

Nigga walk around with his head blown off 

Call me the wicked ass lord of farce 

Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart 

Infamous coke has got no heart 

Coming through the hoe, ain't no motherfuckin' boss 

Fall to the earth [unverified] 

Hoes be froze in a permanent dose 

These bitches blow me outta their clothes 

Call me the nigga with the dirty nose 

That will unload a 44 up to the foes 

Ain't no playin' with you motherfuckin' hoes 

Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know 

But the Infamous know you 

So and so and toe and toe, I take the flow 

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk 

I can't be barrin' you bitches 

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty fucked 

I can't be barrin' you bitches 

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk 

I can't be barrin' you bitches 

These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards 

Stick them bitches for riches 

Ah, [unverified] dress up on my head see 

Heard dat? Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga 

Hell yeah, jumped up out the bed 

'Cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard? 

[Unverified] 4 clickas 

Ain't going out like no bitch 

Ain't no [unverified] out this place 

Like that fog up in my face 

Ain't no rollin' like no sissy, ain't no busta bitch, okay? 

Grab that gat cocked and handle 

Like they think that I'm crazed 

So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid 

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk 

I can't be barrin' you bitches 

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty fucked 

I can't be barrin' you bitches 

I'm staying crunk, I'm plenty drunk 

I can't be barrin' you bitches 

These boys ain't wild, I'll fuck them cowards 

Stick them bitches for riches