Three 6 Mafia - Throw Yo Sets in Da Air lyrics

Chorus: If you n***as ain't scared throw yo setts in da air Throw yo setts in da air throw yo setts in da air If you n***as ain't scared throw yo setts in da air Throw yo setts in da air throw yo setts in da air Cause we some k**a a** n***as And we don't give a f**k We come to break the f**kin laws And tear the f**kin club up Cause we some k**a a** n***as And we don't give a f**k We come to break the f**kin laws And tear the f**kin club up (Gangsta Boo) I think I finally have located the gates of d**h Lie awake at night, to hatch my evil plots, I find myself Stumblin through the dark, up against the f**kin verge of sin Bodies in my yard, oh my god, them demons came again People don't you worry cause the Devil's Daughter got a plan Ho, eternal burnin you in half if you don't comprehend Understand this sh** a gansta b**h is sayin to ya dawg Lock you in the truck, mob through the night within a mist of fog Never fear a n***a callin himself a k**a, what's up b**h Boy you claim you so goddam buck wild with that weak a** sh** Chillin at the hideout, smokin out not worried bout a thang Ballin through Black Haven, deep as hell in that suburban, man Always watchin my back Cause n***as will jack you for your f**kin sh** Female I am, but don't give a damn If I split some busta b**h's wig Three 6 Mafia n***azz includin 1 female That's bumpin so hard on you hoes The only ones talkin that sh** is these jealous a** n***as And all playa hatas you know Chorus (Juicy J) Comin from the darkness of the cut of North Memphis b**h k**as from the evergreen, guards we don't set trip For my n***as doin time in 201 for the crime Let's get in the gangsta line and throw the Funkytown sign I'm on that other level, a coffin and a shovel Fly down to put yo a**, before you meet the Devil, the metal Penalties I pay by punk a** opponents, I practice pain Juiceman no gain, but I slang that thang that keep them towing thang (D.J. Paul) I'm steady scopin out these nothins, that be actin like a b**h That be actin like a ho That be actin like a muthaf**ka busta That wants no more of the 3-6 Mafia, trizack-wizack n***as Come and feel these triggas, ya figure ya bad Bellin out Black Haven but I double dem bucks in yo a**, instead Triple muthaf**kin 6, in the muthaf**kin pl-zay For the n-zine decade n***a didn't hear me do, but a muthaf**kin click In somebody's y-zard he laid Where the n***as in the club? Where the n***as in the streets ain't down with us? Man, say a few prayers G-Ds, V-Ls, cr-zips, bl-zoods, all hoods throw yo setts in da air Chorus (Lord Infamous) When the biblical stories were written They left out the one they call Lord Infamous Because the horror he possess, was one of a magnificence He was set up, then loosed, look for solely mortal k**ing He was set to lead the world into unholy acts of sin The architect of hell And inventor of the six interior decorator Of chambers of eternal punishment I'm the one that lit the furnace to the flame that burns forever Supervisor of the torture, Lord, have mercy? Not me, never I'm clever with corruption of the Seven Seas and continents The money sh**, the blunt is lit, the bong is hit, astonishin Watch the world, I crumble it, watch heaven, I rumble it God kicked Scarecrow out of heaven for he did the Devil b**h Holdin angels hostage in the basement of Hell Chapel The only n***a ever to set heaven up for a f**kin gaffold The Devil fever flowin through the fire hemisphere Evil n***as throw yo setts in da air If you dare 16x: Throw yo setts in da air -Ah yeah, 3-6 Mafia runnin this, ho. Playa hatin just don't hear me Though. n***a got a muthaf**kin problem with the clan, step back into This muthaf**kin devil click if you can, n***a. Prophet Entertainment Runnin this sh** for the 9-5, to the 9 triple 6. It's like this, Joe F**k you local a** bustas cause we got bigger blunts to smoke. On that Nationwide example, muthaf**kas