Dj Paul - Body Parts 3 lyrics

[DJ Paul] Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the King of Memphis co*k 'em up [Hook] k** 'em and rob 'em and beat 'em and Dump all these body parts into my trunk [DJ Paul] Hypnotized Minds! HCP! Hypnotized Camp Posse! We finna do this for all you thievin a** wanna be us a** n***as out there! Stealin motherf**er! Take ya fake a**es on n***a keep it real n***a Make this money like we makin it n***a! Throw it down! [Crunchy Blac] Ain't never been a motherf**in b**h Hypnotized here just to get that grip Yall n***as talk cuz ya talk like a b**h Yall n***as walk cuz ya walk like a b**h Now ain't that some sh** ya hatin on this click You gon make a n***a get up wit cha b**h Split yo wig oh yes I did I told you you don't want it with a Hard Hitta kid! [Boogie Mane] I done warned the Glock spot to spot hit the locks Hit a n***a for his stash spot Took the rock n***a was got that was the plot Dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop Open it up for closin it up I don't give a f** On a daily basis I be postin it up Smokin it up choppin it to match it wit dub Give us a club Six mane tearin it up [Frayser Boy] These n***as misleaded I'mma throw the first blow Leave a n***a shirt soaked playin get cha merked ho Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I work fo Paul & Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro Comin wit the pistols is easy we can get you guys Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy its the Hypnotize HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low If you know what I know run that sh** to my doe [Lil Wyte] We back motherf**er we smack motherf**ers If you step in our way k**az attack motherf**er But yall know yall done heard all that befo Yall done seen the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk Lights out next to the Mississippi River plumped up Tape hog tied wrong place wrong time Hypnotized Minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind [Lil Chrome] All my muhf**ers you n***as should already know I'm the truth and out the booth never been a ho Get yo a** flipped sideways cut ya through the doe You ain't know I'm a young rich gangsta n***a Never been one of them old type wa*ksta n***as I'm a smart muhf**er ask my mama who made me A lotta n***as mad cuz they know they can't fade me I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & Juicy who pay me [Granddaddy Souf] Well its ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) call me Mr. Man f**in all ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies See I could give a f** about ya tossin all ya tough talkin You don't like me n***a hit me in my mouth Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across then Candy a** n***a boy you softer than cotton Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't bout the spit boxin Hootin and hollerin like a cheerleader squadron [Juicy J] You can't be like me slangin D cuz I'm hurtin ya No competition with the Juice cuz its curtains It ain't nothin shakin but some pimps in this bizitch Thats why you muggin and yo face lookin pizzissed Stay bflippin cars ballin out like to shizine You stay askin questions how the hell them n***as do that We smoke the best of dro while she down wit some Jack-Jack My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side [Project Pat] They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at them Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam n***as rob k** steal for the ghet-ty green U.S.. Marshal at my folks house want to k** me dead Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head I'm was like "I ain't did sh** why you hatin this?" Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this [DJ Paul] I been doin this too long to still be strugglin livin like this f**in off with major labels slayed me like a b**h And these got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean hoes But still on the road doin free shows Tryna get a few spins in a few spots I growed up back in the day I wouldn't use my Glock I hear a lotta corny sh** on the radio Thats because they record company wouldn't spend dough Yeah my label got a hook up wit MTV But they just keep forgettin to tell 'em bout me They try to play like it's love and its family But all my marketing dollars goin to {****} Tear Da Club Up was the first Crunk fight song I made that in 92 a lil not long That it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on That's why Three 6 is the MOst Known Unknowns...