Three 6 Mafia - Where Da k**az Hang (feat. Project Pat) lyrics

Chorus I represent where them k**az hang (Lord Infamous) The ganja I'm chokin' The laws'll get broken The pussies are open The k**as is scopin' The (?) is smokin' Is bloodily soakin' The Scarecrow The sicker The Snizote I'm locin' We up in the attic My victim in panic They try to get franic Got blowed off the planet They don't understand it Soldiers can't stand it That's how I planned it f** you goddamnit My automatic Ready for static Blastery tragic Have you in plastic Way my mind be twisted Got me itchin' gotta have it n***as want to approach Lord Infamous But I am loco I will blow Your head off your shoulders (Project Pat) Mister murderer robbers n***as with some charges You fake mothaf**as We gonna finish what you started Yo heart is a n***a set b**h you best ah have a gat Smoke a n***a With that trigga Memphis n***a Project Pat I'm down like the Kamakaze souldier on a k**in' spree Once we get into it dog You gonna have to murder me Who I be I'm hidin' in the bushes layin' Push us to the ground Ghetto clown Off your blood you shall drown Chorus (Koopsta Knicca) Too dim not today Now the koopstas off the streets Only real G's close to me He's (?) People sayin' folks Tryin' to take me as a joke But this pimp sh** b**h Can't go I ti-zook all of you hoes Loadin' up my mind Daily f**in' my patience Runnin' from my visitations Just the coo fool can ya face me Claim to be my friend When ya takin' a second look I guess it's on then Big bizness b**h No money on my book Manne this sh** is hectic So I'm callin' up to got Me and my charge partna booga He's a rapper down with us Party (?) 17's where I dwell Stale (?) on my shelf I'm fellin' as if I'm in hell Yea soon I be bailed Pale well if it's swell Triple platinum with the (?) Deja Vu f** when I left Oh me isn't this a binitch Please excuse me for my frenech But you writin' all these lyrics If ya hear me then ya feel me Chorus (Crunchy Black) In the hood where I dwell And I dwell real well For you playa hatin' a** b**hes Manne you might as well burn in hell When you smell the aroma From them blunts when I hit corners Don't you duck Don't you dodge Cuase it's only gonna be Murder murder on my mind Leavin' blank in the pa** When you drop that f**in' gla** Manne I bet'cha I k** yo a** n***a pop with the Glock In a pine f**in' box Don't you try to call the f**in' cop Cause a n***a ain't gonna stop (Project Pat) Shootin', cappin', jack and chill Lettin' you so calleds know the deal Hollow tips yo a** gonna feel Roll yo dice b**h and you real f**in' with the click, the crew, the clan You gon' recognize G's swangin' out they trees Have you stankin' with the flies Cries comin' up out yo mouth But they muffled by the tone When I pull the trigga back You enter the enternal zone Southside k**as Always stayin' strapped with them thangs Project Pat Memphis, Tennessee Where them k**az hang Chorus