I Ain't Cha Friend Lyrics - Chapter 2: World Domination - Three 6 Mafia

Yeah, ya'll thought that underground shit wouldn't gon' work in ya 

Yeah, for the Ouijas of sin is death 

For the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord 

Roman 6-23 nigga, read it and weep, biatch 

Hit a man bustin' up in my door, so I grab my 44 

Now them bustas on the floor, covered up by pillows, oh no 

I'm lookin' for them trizicks tryin' to put a group up in they clizick 

I'm comin' up quick 

I'm takin' no shots bustin' these caps off in these bitches 

So why you wanna mess with this? 

So why you wanna take off this piece? 

Fool, I'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech [unverified] fatality 

You'll be fled, I'll be glad when I make you hit that grass 

I ain't showin' no mercy, goddamn it, I'm bustin' that ass 

I'm havin' cisions of flesh [unverified] like that roozer tech 

That mess in my head, if the constantly teachin' this evil shit 

You hear some laughin', who's that in the window gaspin' 

Now if you feel me tell me whose that creepin' for your head 

This goes out to all of you suckas 

Includin' you crossers, includin' you bustas 

This shit is so fucked up, I can't even trust ya 

This lady is tried of you motherfuckers 

I'm bumpin' so hard, it's like, oh my God 

Gangsta Boo is rippin' the mic all apart 

If your ass wasn't so full of that fart 

Never would you have tasted me from the start 

I'm trying to tell you hoe, let me tell you bitch 

You ain't my fuckin' friend 

Prophet Entertainment member known as Boo 

Had to tell your ass time and time again 

Ride with my click, bitch Triple 6 

Is all I need, plus my weed and the N I N E 

To keep you frilly hoes off of me 

Come into my face with that pimpin' ass shit 

Watch you see this gangsta bitch get scandalous 

You friendly ass hoes I scratch off my list 

I don't need you, don't want you bitch 

Friends like foes in these hoes, keep on talkin' that shit 

Actin' like they bad as fuck but they ain' really talkin' 'bout shit 

Keep on dissin' this click and we gon' hurt one of you tricks 

Put your body in a ditch or dig a grave for that shit 

Don't you ask who like it, Crunchy Blac did it bitch 

Keep on talkin' all that noise and I'ma get big like big business 

I have to tell these niggas time and time again 

Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend 

I'll do your ass in 

I have to tell these niggas time and time again 

Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend 

I'll do your ass in 

I have to tell these niggas time and time again 

Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend 

I'll do your ass in 

I have to tell these niggas time and time again 

Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend 

I'll do your ass in 

Smiles can be deceivin' even if it's your friends 

And hoes that know we can't be even Steven 

Should not believe in, too late one of them slip, it's my foes 

You already got my glock to the back of your head 

Prayers already said, done consider yourself dead 

Your family and friends might be sayin' that I crossed you out 

But nigga you was fake from the beginning 

So I had to toss you out, friend I'm no more, I kill all you foes 

Step in my trunk and I give it to a stroll back 

The hammer release and leave your chest with holes 

All in the club with that buck ass tube and pot 

It's kind of hard, you can't beat us 

And you can't join us 'cuz we ain't gonna stop if you don't stop 

Some of the superior astronomical bends 

From that of my mystical dreams of the many scenes 

Mighty, manipulative, mercilous, multiple murderers 

Sit back in dangerous, hittin' and strippin' and critical injury 

Misery, seriously witness to the tremory 

Tragedy, agony, infamy, agony brutal mentality 

Assassatain my voodoo tribe 

If you don't want to be fried, put on a feary disguise 

Lord Infamous takn' no prisoners 

Forget the begging, pleading, and the cries 

Your reservation revaluation a satanic nation 

Has be prophesied 

I can look in your eyes and tell that there is fear 

From the eternal burning of each of your lies 

Flights of headlights, black clothes and limos 

Another negro startin' to decompose 

From his casket the Scarecrow shall place a bloody black rose 

Who knows that hate that goes behind closed doors 

With corpses froze in six foot holes 

Wicked throws, evil flows and torturing of foes 

I have to tell these niggas time and time again 

Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend 

I'll do your ass in 

I have to tell these niggas time and time again 

Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend 

I'll do your ass in 

I have to tell these niggas time and time again 

Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend 

I'll do your ass in 

I have to tell these niggas time and time again 

Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend 

I'll do your ass in 

Yeah, I ain't ya fuckin' friend 

You do your ass in nigga 

Three 6 Mafia comin' at your ass for the 9-7 bitch 

Yeah, watch your back niggas 

You know who you are motherfucker 

That brown shit would [unverified]