Three 6 Mafia - Trap Boom lyrics

[Intro/Chorus: x2] I make the trap - BOOM BOOM [x4] I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got balls [x2] [Verse 1: Project Pat:] Rocks under my balls, pistol in my drawers A bird of blow on the table break quarters and halves off For those who comin through this ain't Casino but I'm your dealer Tony Montana, chill like Al Pacino in "Scarface" n***a The jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the realla Got k**ers posted up, e'ry Goldfinger's a trigger Her-on is so intense, the syrup goin by the ounce Put the money in my hands, cop your goods, and then you bounce [Verse 2:] See I ain't the n***a that was up at five o'clock to sell no rocks I'm the n***a that was out at midnight to drop off a block In a tinted out Maxima, they low-key and quick Snowin out the do' with a glock and a trunk full of bricks I make the track BOOM BOOM without even touchin it As for my black [? ] I'm just supplyin it I went to Key West and picked it up, back in Memphis broke it up Call my n***a in, get our Crist', then we split it up [Chorus] [Verse 3:] His dope sales are up, a n***a feelin bellish His pockets swellin cause e'rything he's sellin The heat is on the street, my n***az gettin jealous The chopper's on the seat to cut you up like relish The hood ain't changed, got these n***az still tellin To lock this n***a up a two-time felon This boy ain't bullsh**tin he'll kick in doors and k** 'em And hide them bodies good that you cain't even smell 'em He n***arish and ignorant so fu*k who in your crib This gangster life he livin it so f** your wife and kids~! These janky n***az on the town I hope they know the biz To all you federal tattletales, swap out where you live [Chorus] [Outro - dialogue:] You know the worst part about sellin dope is 80% of black people in jail Because of d**, domestic violence and murder So you should think about that Get your life together my n***a