D.J. Paul - Don't Violate lyrics

[Intro] ("How many, how many talk that sh**" repeated throughout the intro) Three 6 Mafia Frayser Boy Yeah, yeah it's going down You know what I'm sayin'? A lot of times we use the word b**h That goes for n***as and hoes Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullsh** Here's what you do [Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)] Put your foot up they a** (what) foot up they a** (what) If these b**hes actin' bad put your foot up they a** (yep) Put your foot up they a** (what) foot up they a** (what) If these b**hes actin' bad put your foot up they a** (yep) And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate) [x4] [DJ Paul] Now n***as man they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy You boys is fakers, nothin' but carbon copies When we step up in the club, n***as they play dead Cause of raps and all that bullsh** that they said It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some motherf**in' hugs Y'all n***as nicer than grandmas and f**in' ladybugs Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this b**h WHAT! [Juicy J] I ain't playin' wit' you n***as I'll put my hands on you n***as My foot will stand on you n***as I thought you knew we pull triggers So why you testin' me b**hes You must be tryin' to get stitches All on your forehead, you're cold dead For f**in' wit' pimpin' I'll take the back of a gun Hit you, you startin' to run Split you wit' two f**in' halves You mad runnin' your tongue I ain't no ho that be likin' Bustin' and fightin' and bitin' I'm like a Tennessee Titan Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' b**h! [Hook] [Crunchy Black] See I'm quick wit' the pistols Shootin', ain't missin' If I catch you slippin' then I'm going to get you mister I ain't gon' miss ya I'mma go and split ya No evidence, witnesses, no pictures Talk that sh** bro Told you I'mma get ya Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol Yea' I do it big, sh** I'm playin' wit' your sister Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard [Frayser Boy] Pick his a** up, drop him off on his last breath f**in' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast d**h Real n***as, yeah we is, you can come and find out Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what my mind 'bout Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it's on Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy's ten toed Leave his a** in the past n***a like Nintendo, whoa [Hook]