Where Da Killaz Hang Lyrics - The End - Three 6 Mafia

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I represent where them killaz hang 

(Lord Infamous) 

The ganja I'm chokin' 

The laws'll get broken 

The pussies are open 

The killas is scopin' 

The pistol is smokin' 

This blood it be soakin' 

The Scarecrow 

The sicker 

The Snizote I'm locin' 

We up in the attic 

My victim in panic 

They try to get franic 

Got blowed off the planet 

They don't understand it 

Soldiers can't stand it 

That's how I planned it 

Fuck you goddamnit 

My automatic 

Ready for static 

Blastery tragic 

Have you in plastic 

Way my mind be twisted 

Got me itchin' gotta have it 

Niggas want to approach Lord Infamous 

But I am loco I will blow 

Your head off your shoulders 

(Project Pat) 

Mister murderer robbers 

Niggas with some charges 

You fake mothafuckas 

We gonna finish what you started 

Yo heart is a nigga set 

Bitch you best ah have a gat 

Smoke a nigga 

With that trigga 

Memphis nigga Project Pat 

I'm down like the Kamakaze souldier on a killin' spree 

Once we get into it dog 

You gonna have to murder me 

Who I be 

I'm hidin' in the bushes layin' 

Push us to the ground 

Ghetto clown 

Off your blood you shall drown 

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(Koopsta Knicca) 

Too dim not today 

Now the koopstas off the streets 

Only real G's close to me 

He's my (?) 

People sayin' folks 

Tryin' to take me as a joke 

But this pimp shit bitch 

Can't go I ti-zook all of you hoes 

Loadin' up my mind 

Daily fuckin' wit my patience 

Runnin' from my visitations 

Just the coo fool can ya face me 

Claim to be my friend 

When ya takin' a second look 

I guess it's on then 

Big bizness bitch 

No money on my book 

Manne this shit is hectic 

So I'm callin' up to god 

Me and my charge partna booga 

He's a rapper down with bars 

Party sells 17's where I dwell 

Stale pastrys on my shelf 

I'm fellin' as if I'm in hell 

Yea soon I be bailed 

Pale well if it's swell 

Triple platinum with the (?) 

Deja Vu fuck when I left 

Oh me isn't this a binitch 

Please excuse me for my frenech 

But you writin' all these lyrics 

If ya hear me then ya feel me 

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(Crunchy Black) 

In the hood where I dwell 

And I dwell real well 

For you playa hatin' ass bitches 

Manne you might as well burn in hell 

When you smell the aroma 

>From them blunts when I hit corners 

Don't you duck 

Don't you dodge 

Cause it's only gonna be 

Murder murder on my mind 

Leavin' blank in the pass 

When you drop that fuckin' glass 

Manne I bet'cha I kill yo ass 

Nigga pop with the glock 

In a pine fuckin' box 

Don't you try to call the fuckin' cop 

Cause a nigga ain't gonna stop 

(Project Pat) 

Shootin', cappin', jack and chill 

Lettin' you so calleds know the deal 

Hollow tips yo ass gonna feel 

Roll yo dice bitch and you real 

Fuckin' with the click, the crew, the clan 

You gon' recognize 

G's swangin' out they trees 

Have you stankin' with the flies 

Cries comin' up out yo mouth 

But they muffled by the tone 

When I pull the trigga back 

You enter the enternal zone 

Southside killas 

Always stayin' strapped with them thangs 

Project Pat 

Memphis, Tennessee 

Where them killaz hang 

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