Three 6 Mafia - 3, 2, 1, GO! lyrics

(Intro, Juicy J & [Lil' Flip]) DJ Paul, Juicy J Productions Hypnotize Minds SHUDAfu*kUUUP! [Let's do it, n***a] [Pay attention] Bring it back Bring it back Bring it back Bring it back Bring it back Bring it back Bring it back Bring it back (Pre-Verse, Lil' Flip & [Three 6 Mafia]) Now if I front you a O [Bring it back] And once you make all ya doe [Bring it back] And if you steal from me n***a [Bring it back] Cause my homies k** for me n***a [Bring it back] We'll cut off ya head [And bring it back] Duct-tape it to ya leg [And bring it back] And yo partnas can get it too [Bring him back] Now they pumpin on his chest, cause they tryin'a [Bring him back] I told y'all n***as, you supposed to [Bring it back] But that's what you get when you talk behind my back So tell my foes they can get it anytime Cause when I'm on that sh**, yeah I got it on my mind for real Here we go (Hook, Lil' Flip) Three, two, one, go! I'ma let'chu know, these rap n***as hoes Look you don't wanna fake Cause I'll break yo shiiit And you don't want drama with the Clover G clique, yeah! Three, two, one, go! I'ma let'chu know, these rap n***as hoes Look you don't wanna fake Cause I'll break yo shiiit And you don't want drama with the Three-6 clique, b**h! (Verse 1, DJ Paul) See n***a, this dope is cut-less Flippin iron n' weight out my black Cutla** (Cutla**) Shiny paint, with the quarter-top rag (Rag) Got it for cheap, but we can't brag (Can't brag) Haters playin, but they better have a plan-B I got a Glock everytime that they see me And I'ma bust til' my clips out of business And that won't be til' I down all that witnessed See I'ma do you b**hes clean, by the book With no murder weapons or talkers, then I'm good See I ain't no trouble maker, just love to smoke wood But'chu Three-6 wanna-be's got me mis-understood, b**h! (Hook) (Verse 2, Juicy J)[Left! repeats on beat throughout verse] Yes sir When you make a little cheese, then these n***as start to hate For just rappin, or a jackin, or a dealer pushin weight Don't get mad at the Juice, cause I hustle til' it's late And you somewhere pa**ed out, wit'cha face off in a plate Heard you never get no p**y, so you hold 'em down and rape Ridin 'round in rental-cars, like you head of the state Tryin'a cut n***as deals, in the trunk he got the ba-kin soda Thought I told ya, he'll get'cha cause he fake Since I rap, don't be thinkin I can't leave yo body stinkin Yes, we do a lot of d** and a whole lot of drinkin In this business, yeah it's gangsta But this hatin, I'm gon' finish Hit'chu in yo f**in mouth, send you back to the dentist (n***a!) (Hook)