|
CLICK! Bang bang [repeat 3X] |
|
CLICK! Bang bang to yo' mother****in brain hoe |
|
[Verse One] |
|
I told them haters hate on, Three 6 Mafia strong |
|
Stronger than ever ever since they've been gone, I've been better |
|
**** THEM FAKERS and them tag-along fakers |
|
Smilin in my face but got my enemy on your MySpace |
|
I cain't understand how these niggaz live with theyself |
|
Deal with theyself, what they need to do is kill theyself |
|
BLAOW~! Suicide is a good {?} ano |
|
At your funeral for free, I play the piano |
|
Rest in pieces you niggaz shriek like breezes |
|
Got mo' crosses than churches, heart smaller than a fetus |
|
You need us, you're nuttin, you're zero, you're zip, you're nada |
|
I'm 22 on the Rolls, you da hubcaps on an Impala |
|
[Chorus] |
|
[Verse Two] |
|
I'ma creep up on this fool, put this gun to his head |
|
Tell him give me all your jewelry, all your dope, all your bead |
|
All the coke that you brought in, the weed that you brought in |
|
And if I cain't get answers say hello, to my lil' friend |
|
You fakin like you ball and brawl and shotcall |
|
I'm that fool that break jaws and all the state laws |
|
Stupid rappers get your check, buy rims and what's next? |
|
Need to get a place to live, a crib, cause you ain't shit |
|
With your mixtapes, niggaz hate, say they real, but they ain't |
|
Catch them somewhere face to face, then they run from place to place |
|
Club hoppin, mall shoppin, gettin hot, sales dropppin |
|
Now you wanna sober up and tell these niggaz you got ****ed |
|
[Chorus] |
