Three 6 Mafia - Last Man Standing (feat. M-Child & Gangsta Blac) lyrics

Chorus (4x): You don't know me My weapon's here to tell ya (Lord Infamous) Torture til they gone, never stay alone, k**as, laser chrome Hunting in the zone, where the enemies roam Ma**acre the town, fire all yo rounds, make em all fall down Please don't make a sound, hear the Devil growl Please don't go to sleep, never go to sleep You may not awake cause I'm goin to take you deep down beneath The Scarecrow's in the woods, creeping through the woods Creeping through yo hood, please don't be so scared Go and take a look I got behind the steel, may I be forgived, I didn't mean to k** Now I wipe your bone and blood off my windshield I'm sitting in the park, fire on the lost, watching body parts Burning into sparks, bloodied on my saw Lord Infamous is me, psychpathically, driven in the mind Seek and you shall find my evil is blind Cause I give a f** less, color of your flesh, I just want to mess Up your f**in chest with my jet black tech Chorus 4x (Gangsta Boo) Playa what you know about the south side? Not a damn thing, but yo a** do not realize South is takin over, n***a, squashin all this bullsh** North, east, west, it's all good, gotta represent Comin with the quickness, oh my goodness, it's this gangsta b**h Never solo only roll with n***as down with Triple 6 What you gettin jealous fo? n***a you don't know me so Bustin so Mafia World, Mafia makin money ho (Juicy J) Yeah, this Triple 6 Mafia click it's real Fool it ain't nothin fake We tote them Glocks and keep them co*ked and never hesitate You wanna run up to this click and talk that ?flodge? and sh** And have yo a** tied up and thrown away off in a ditch Or see me b**h, drop to yo feet while you flow 20 deep Deep in the Mississippi River wrapped up in a sheet And then ya know the Last Man Standin can't be you or me How could f** with this and my f**in N-i-n-e? BEEYATCH! Chorus 4x (D.J. Paul) The Last Man Standin'll never be part of the B.O.N.E Comin from that ? 4-0, searchin for my enem-eny n***as tryin to come quick, shut it up you fixin to die trick 40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya to the brains, you fixin to die, b**h Huh, in the Mid-south we cannot see ya, may never wanna be ya When you come up out that Chevy with yo draws off Sawed-offs we be aimin, never with yo games-es Automatic my brains is, shootin yo f**in brains in Three 6 mutha f**in Mafia, fools we gon rocket ya Wanna after party ain't no stoppin us Comin from the M, ain't no love for her or him Here's a blast from that blast Man I doubt ya even last in the past You thought you had some characters, f**in the wrong click 6 n***as gonna carry ya, I bury ya b**hes alive after the rest of demands The Three 6 Mafia, the last to stand After the war is over Chorus 4x (Gangsta Blac) Deuce, deuce down, drinkin crown with the Texas thugs Scrugs, ain't no love, catch me slummed of them f**in d** Boys Club bound, lost and found, biggest man around Never try to break me down, ?tre 8? though, gon f**in clown You don't know this n***a What, malt liquor got you thinkin strange? Rico with that fo-fo through the d-z-oor, you don't know this man G-a-n-g-s-t-a, b**h, glorified sh**, trick Ain't no need for this cause a man will k** you quick n***a! (M-Child) It's almost nightfall, let me slip on my murderer mugs A smile to a frown make a n***a think that I'm on d** Orange Mound where I be, Mackin Child is who I be A young to arrested got you stressin to my mystery Psycho kids split yo wig, all over the mighty dollar f**in with my Devil this ho let this beam up out yo collar Comin deep, Mafia deep, puttin you n***as to f**in sleep A bomb in yo pager, now watch it blow when the Child beep b*tch! Chorus