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Three 6 Mafia Choices
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War Wit Us


[Hook - repeat 4x]
Do ya niggas want a war wit us
Do ya niggas want to get your head bust
I see them yorks in the sky raise em high raise em high
I see them tones in the sky raise em high raise em high

[Juicy J]
Yeah every time I flip the script
Niggas always talkin shit
Mad beacuase the cards I flip
Maybe he be struckin wit
I think he used to slang them rocks
Set up shop on this here block
Orange Bloosm apartment three
Niggas ain't even know me
Young and buck just full of beer
Drinking out my nigga Clair
Death is like we naver fear
Even if we know it's near
Stealing cars and rollin dice
Trying to dodge the Memphis vice
I'm telling all you young niggas
In this game there ain't no life
Mom told mo to stay in school
All I did was break the rules
Pop was preaching the word of God
I was busy actin' a fool
Mad with a fuckin mug
Loadin' up my 38 slug
Head spinnin' from the killing
And head full with nothin' but drugs

[Crunchy Blac]
Do ya'll niggas want a war wit us
Do ya'll niggas want a war wit us
In gats we trust
In heads we bust
See nigaas like us
Uh uh we can't be trust
We come to your crib
I mean we come to your house
We knock on your door
We put the gun in your mouth
We throw our sets
No disrespect
All we want is money nigga
Can you niggas get met
No game I play
Wit none of you hoes
Like the one in the chamber
Puttin bodies in holes

hook

[DJ Paul]
Now when they finally gonna learn about the Hav it's on
When these hip crisp niggas kick a hole in your door
Now bitch it's on cuz you fuvkin' with niggas that's strong
You damn near gone cuz I'm buckin' you bitches with tones
Never alone hoe I run with Triple Sizzix
No full clips hoe I'n leavein' them off in your chest
Can't waste no time cuz cuz I'm droppin' them dimes
That's why the Hypnatize is all about droppin' them nines
Up in your face you bitches are fake
I got some boys they ain't gay
But they knowin' to rape
A little cock sucka like you
Cuz I despite you
If you can't beat em'
You join the right crew
HCP nigga HCP nigga

To be continued...

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