Three 6 Mafia - 44 k**erz lyrics

[DJ Paul and Juicy J] I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Whatcha n***as wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Talkin all that f**in sh**) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Coward a** b**hes) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Whatcha n***as wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Talkin all that f**ing sh**) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Fighting n***as over a b**h) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (f** you motherf**in hoes) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off [Juicy J] To you haters I'm the predator Set em up, wet em up When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug-dealer regular Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don'tcha step ta tha Triple six, guns click, b**h we the murderers [Crunchy Black] Triple six is the clique, why y'all n***as keep hatin me Y'all gone make a n***a posse up and come and getcha b**h Grab that n***a by his throat, if he hollas, let em go I ain't gon' let that n***a go, I'ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four [Lord Infamous] I'ma sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter b**h a** n***a, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed Soze, Two-L O Y D, sippin ounces of that liter Ask me if I worship Satan, I'ma send yo a** ta see em [DJ Paul] Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that sh** in yo mouth And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South? I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan Left half of you haters alone and watched you die all on your own and feel for ya [DJ Paul and Juicy J] I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Whatcha b**hes wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Cuz n***a we ain't playin wit ya) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Whatcha hoes wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (We got them tones ready ta blast) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (What's up n***a?) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Scared a** cowards) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Ain't no cowards in this motherf**er) I'm bout to blow them boys a** off (Ain't no cowards)