Dj Paul - Grab the Gauge lyrics

Hook: (4x) Grab my guage and then erase Grab my guage and then erase Ride up on the street And put some n***as in the front page [Verse 1: Gangsta Boo] Naughty naughty motherf**ers Get the feelin' of this sh** This sh** so funky cause we underneath The grounds of Triple 6 I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large I keep you hataz out my face Yo life is over motherf**a, when I grab ahold that gauge My n***as from the Three 6 click They keep me hooked up on that game I'm chargin' n***as daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid You hoes can't f** wit me I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hata Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later Everybody wanna gossip, he say, she say this and that You s**as need to grow up out that kiddy sh** Quit fakin' just cause da Three, Six, Mafia Coming nine-six, to two G's b**h Misses lady gangsta on that weed, kickin real sh** Just to let you know my partner ho come on the scenery Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red beams Now where you gon' go? You can't hide your life is over kid It's time for the k**in' Cause you have f**ed up wid the wrong a** b**h Hook 4x [Verse 2: DJ Paul and Juicy J] [DJ Paul] Man this n***a k** me Tellin' these people that he's about to go nationwide When he gotta drop his tapes of his self Plus he gotta call drunk to get a ride [Juicy J] I saw the motherf**a standin' out in front ah Best Talkin' about, bout my tape The n***a talk about the hard sh** on that tape Knowin' he sweet as cake [DJ Paul] The type ah n***a to tell these hoes That's he about to blow the f** up The only blowin' up b**h you doin' Is when I stick the grenade in your bu*t [Juicy J] Since Im smokin them mega blunts I can't tell, fool, who's a liar I saw you for real Hit that ill sh** You Primo buyer [DJ Paul] Juice mane I know what you sayin' These hoes be k**in' me ever so softly But little bit a b**h boy know I be sellin' his verses ca**ette or tape afterly [Juicy J] Don't forget about the day You enraged, after you got that page From a doctor from the health department Tellin' you are infected wid AIDS [DJ Paul] This ho boy holdin' card Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it Then he got f**ed signed his contract You b**h boy you's a f**in' dummy [Juicy J] Lookin' tryna deal wid big time cars, still put 'em on dem CDs Dumb n***a you'll never sell more than the Three 6 b**h please Hook (4x) [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian-Arabic- Iraqie-Iranian-South American Cuban-guerilla-colombian-m**m or subgroup maniac Comin' to rip your damn head off your neck Put your heart in a bag, then I sprinkle yo ashes Headin' straight to tha headquarter Chief on the blunt of the Indica down in my stash I reside in the insane asylum The bodies I pile 'em On Infamous Island Where there is no smilin' The n***as buck-wildin' The weapons are silenced There's nothing but violence Military barbarian, buck 'em and bury 'em f** with the scarier insanitarium, pallbearer carry 'em There's no merry love, only murder blood Then I take something worst Out of all of these hollow points burst in disperse Going through flesh and bone through the back of your shirt You be burnt up and buried in dirt that'll work The Scarecrow be smokin' these n***as for sh** They can't get wid these b**hes they'll never compare I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 n***as Still sufferin' every day man, I swear I see them f**in' press, oh no they better lay It happens everyday don't make me grab the guage Dangerously I play, I blast out yo rib cage And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet Hook ('til fade)