| Song | F**k Y'all H**s |
| Artist | Three 6 Mafia |
| Album | When the Smoke Clears |
| (talking)-[d.j paul] and [juicy "j"] | |
| Chorus 1： | |
| [juicy "j''] | |
| If you ain't claiming g-d | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming v-l | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming crips thin | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming bloods thin | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't b-a-z | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming north memphis | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming orange mound | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming hal park | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| [lord infamous] (scarecrow) | |
| Bitch we are entertainers | |
| We warfare trainers | |
| We ain't gangbangers | |
| But we will make you famous | |
| I show you falling hoes | |
| I show you slippin' slopes | |
| I show you swiss i knows | |
| I dangling from the rows | |
| You top that tokeo | |
| Up in the studio | |
| But in the streets they ho | |
| You cool they diff but so... | |
| But if he eat the coke | |
| And wanna go for broke | |
| Let's get them guns out ho, i thank you fucking former ho ! | |
| [d.j. paul] | |
| I can fight this nigga | |
| I can whoop this nigga | |
| I can (gun loading) (gun shots) | |
| Boom! with the trigger | |
| I can rob this boy, i can mob this boy | |
| I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy | |
| I can make this fool, i can rape this fool | |
| I can get them off my five o-clock or ten o-clock news | |
| I can lend a helping hand | |
| I can be your fucking friend | |
| I can leave his body stankin' in a croquer garbage can | |
| Chorus 2: | |
| If you ain't claiming hollywood | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming rucka home | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming foot home | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming russell simmons | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming smokey city | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming evergreen | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming l-o-g | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming dixi holland | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| [gangsta boo] | |
| Don't play with the hypnotize c-a-m-p (a-c) | |
| Blowin' small balls nigga feel me | |
| Maybe! | |
| I be what chu' call the first lady | |
| Triple six put me through the doors getting money | |
| Now you | |
| Jelous-ass-bitches in my face | |
| Tryin take my shit out of place | |
| (you be steppin' bitch) | |
| I be on some hennesy | |
| Mixed with some alizae | |
| Smokin' on some hay | |
| On my way | |
| On that plat "a" | |
| ("a") | |
| [d.j. paul] | |
| Im hittin on some small niggas | |
| (that rob niggas) | |
| Smoke coke | |
| (with big mob figures) | |
| That star niggas | |
| In p-agg ya | |
| Get em' recorded they own pictures | |
| Im takin' puss, and dankin' drankin' | |
| Drank wit warning niggas | |
| I poke them stagged up | |
| And round wit trick a heavy niggas | |
| Im talkin ski-mask | |
| Engage up out of the back seat niggas | |
| Pull the triggers | |
| And i keep a tone, world-rone | |
| Dangers on, hustle grown | |
| Sippin' on, burn a post | |
| Papers on, but still im home | |
| Chorus 3: | |
| If you ain't claiming new chicago | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming foxy brown | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming pussy ballet | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming follow home | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming dub is thin | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming trig thin | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming mackly moke | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming bucker hill | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| [koopsta knicca] | |
| No issues | |
| You think this kid fucked up the fucking problem | |
| Bitch you don't know that koopsta knicca is a murder robber | |
| Got yo motherfucking brother in the back seat | |
| Sweat drippin' off his neck | |
| Son of bitch you don't know me | |
| "koopsta" | |
| I kinda hear the whispers in his fucking bed | |
| "knicca" | |
| And you think you got that strip | |
| That why don't you get with him | |
| And if you wanna stress me | |
| Grab my 8.0 is you dead | |
| Say "mister cum a dress ya" | |
| Koopsta got em' scared!!! | |
| Chorus 4: | |
| If you ain't claiming hall park | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming witch grove | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming witch cress | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming barney thin | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming drummer town | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't claiming | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| If you ain't naming | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) | |
| (fuck y'all hoes) |
| talking d. j paul and juicy " j" | |
| Chorus 1: | |
| juicy " j'' | |
| If you ain' t claiming gd | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming vl | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming crips thin | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming bloods thin | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t baz | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming north memphis | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming orange mound | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming hal park | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| lord infamous scarecrow | |
| Bitch we are entertainers | |
| We warfare trainers | |
| We ain' t gangbangers | |
| But we will make you famous | |
| I show you falling hoes | |
| I show you slippin' slopes | |
| I show you swiss i knows | |
| I dangling from the rows | |
| You top that tokeo | |
| Up in the studio | |
| But in the streets they ho | |
| You cool they diff but so... | |
| But if he eat the coke | |
| And wanna go for broke | |
| Let' s get them guns out ho, i thank you fucking former ho ! | |
| d. j. paul | |
| I can fight this nigga | |
| I can whoop this nigga | |
| I can gun loading gun shots | |
| Boom! with the trigger | |
| I can rob this boy, i can mob this boy | |
| I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy | |
| I can make this fool, i can rape this fool | |
| I can get them off my five oclock or ten oclock news | |
| I can lend a helping hand | |
| I can be your fucking friend | |
| I can leave his body stankin' in a croquer garbage can | |
| Chorus 2: | |
| If you ain' t claiming hollywood | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming rucka home | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming foot home | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming russell simmons | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming smokey city | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming evergreen | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming log | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming dixi holland | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| gangsta boo | |
| Don' t play with the hypnotize camp ac | |
| Blowin' small balls nigga feel me | |
| Maybe! | |
| I be what chu' call the first lady | |
| Triple six put me through the doors getting money | |
| Now you | |
| Jelousassbitches in my face | |
| Tryin take my shit out of place | |
| you be steppin' bitch | |
| I be on some hennesy | |
| Mixed with some alizae | |
| Smokin' on some hay | |
| On my way | |
| On that plat " a" | |
| " a" | |
| d. j. paul | |
| Im hittin on some small niggas | |
| that rob niggas | |
| Smoke coke | |
| with big mob figures | |
| That star niggas | |
| In pagg ya | |
| Get em' recorded they own pictures | |
| Im takin' puss, and dankin' drankin' | |
| Drank wit warning niggas | |
| I poke them stagged up | |
| And round wit trick a heavy niggas | |
| Im talkin skimask | |
| Engage up out of the back seat niggas | |
| Pull the triggers | |
| And i keep a tone, worldrone | |
| Dangers on, hustle grown | |
| Sippin' on, burn a post | |
| Papers on, but still im home | |
| Chorus 3: | |
| If you ain' t claiming new chicago | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming foxy brown | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming pussy ballet | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming follow home | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming dub is thin | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming trig thin | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming mackly moke | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming bucker hill | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| koopsta knicca | |
| No issues | |
| You think this kid fucked up the fucking problem | |
| Bitch you don' t know that koopsta knicca is a murder robber | |
| Got yo motherfucking brother in the back seat | |
| Sweat drippin' off his neck | |
| Son of bitch you don' t know me | |
| " koopsta" | |
| I kinda hear the whispers in his fucking bed | |
| " knicca" | |
| And you think you got that strip | |
| That why don' t you get with him | |
| And if you wanna stress me | |
| Grab my 8. 0 is you dead | |
| Say " mister cum a dress ya" | |
| Koopsta got em' scared!!! | |
| Chorus 4: | |
| If you ain' t claiming hall park | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming witch grove | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming witch cress | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming barney thin | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming drummer town | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t claiming | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| If you ain' t naming | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| fuck y' all hoes | |
| fuck y' all hoes |