Three 6 Mafia - Victim of this sh** lyrics

[Hook/sample] First I grab yo neck and choke you out I bet that you didn't know that you's a victim of this sh** That sh** that we be doin' [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] Now I got my n***as ... on the f**in' side of me Another n***a scarred, comin' hard from my SPV See you got me f**ed up If you think that Gangsta's f**in' soft Now I'm comin' through South Park And I'll be damned if I don't break you off Give me one, give me one, yeah smoke some f**in' hay Who got head, f** that sh**, let's go and get a Tanqueray Ridin' through the park, laid back, so civilized But inside that funk can hypnotize Have you feelin' woozy, grab that Uzi, load a full clip Livin' with the automatic, Fly let's go and k** that b**h Gotta have something real quick when I get that hoe Let me call slick I know he's game to ride that 5.0 How I'm 'bout to k** me a motherf**er Any kind of motherf**er *BOOM! BOOM!* Now let me see if I done k**ed that s**er Yeah he's gone, met the chrome Buck him till I saw some foam Comin' out his f**in' mouth Always tryin' to claim the South [Verse 2: Lil' Fly] Yeah they done f**ed up, cause a playa's on the scene Grow up on the boomin' track, now I kick it on our lean Night and day, gang bang, just around the f**in' way Where Playas always stand they ground Stayin' funky, chiefin' hay If you wanna cross the ground - time for the beat down Psycho panic gangsta weed Bring them tones and plenty people Before we hit the parkin' lot South Park is gotta get so deep Lotto with the Glock, Slicky Ricky hella Tony T These Playas make you cannot stop I'm standin' with the mastermind Of the f**in' lyrics, Paul's beat and the devil's lines See I dwell in SPV with my folks, that's every night No it's not a gang, it's not a club, it's just Fly way of life I-B-N in the wind, cause I have no f**in' pity Chronic City, Funky Town, Funky Town, Chronic City Lil' Fly is in this motherf**er, treat you bustas like a b**h *POW POW POW* now you victim of this park sh** [Verse 3: Gangsta Blac] n***as down to make some ends, n***as you ain't makin' f** Keep on talkin' sh**, I swear I jack you for yo f**in' truck Psycho in da cut, with da mask and da pistol grip We be with the thirty-eight, slug on his f**in' hip Hoe you get me f**ed up Cause you know I likes to pack a gat k**as from South Park Way, now how you gonna f**in' act? Loop with the .40, he ain't shorty, he'll shoot the b**h Russel got his back I know he do it, he's on that funky sh** Man got a plan that he made, to get that hoe Peep that b**h, k** that b**h, we got dawg on the floor Lotto with the Glock and it's co*ked, 'bout to shoot the b**h Dre on his way, he got my back with a full clip Kiki, Little Sun, Little Tiger and Mario Down for a one-eighty-seven on a f**in' hoe Yea you get me f**ed up, don't you ever try to test my nuts Big Rod with the Glock, 'bout to pop you in yo f**in' guts Grab you by yo face and try to squeeze it till it's turnin' red Hoe I'm not gon' let you loose until I know yo a** is dead Stick you to the f**in' ground Make you make that ugly sound Kick you in yo f**ing dick, ain't no f**in' witnesses Lock you in the f**in' trunk, while I hit the f**in' funk Now I'm goin' crazy man, all I see is blood, man Comin' out yo f**in' skull Hoe I'm showin' no f**in' love Hoe you just can't s** my dick Cause you's a victim of this sh** [Verse 4: Lil' Fly] Lil Fly comin' out hard for the '94 Time to let these bustas know Let these hoes know the score South Park's in the house from the '93 Now we're gettin' deeper and we're takin' what we wanna G Gotta peep my n***a Slick, get a pack of crunk and sh** Me and Gangsta Blac, and you know we gettin' full of it Hangin' on the boomin' track, better known as night and day Liquor store, right next door, let's go get a Tanqueray Funky Town's in my brain, got the tang in my blood Pain burn a n***a out, now I gotta bust some nuts Or bust some f**ing caps and take some bustas off the map Got no feelin' in yo face from my mighty Glock slap Devil made me bring my tone with Gangsta, came alone About to make me break my sh** Gangsta let me shoot that b**h Takin' turns, fillin' caps when that busta full of lead Paramedics came but they can't help him at the med A day or two later word is gettin' back to yo folks Now they rushin' to the med, lookin' for the (?) Cause you still ... cause of the d**h of the E Too much lead to the head from Lil Fly and Gangsta B [Outro: Lil Fly talking] Yeah, this Lil Fly up in this motherf**er To that busta all up on my n***a d-izz-ick Yea boy you keep on talking that sh** You gon' be a victim of a 211 And I ain't scared to turn it to a 187 b*atch!