Testo M. e. m. p. h. i. s. Three 6 Mafia

M. e. m. p. h. i. s.

[dj paul] (crunchy black)
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin posse song
Niggaz thats down to cut some muthafuckin heads
(mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*repeats through whole song*]
From hear to atl, to nashville, back to the m-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin easy money, pimpin hoes is serious bitch
Makin easy money, pimpin hoes is serious nigga

[project pat]
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog Ill bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my luger
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, til your skull crack
Blood gushin, head rushin, act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin

[lord infamous]
First crime, we came with mystic stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep dont fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men embedded inside the posse
The prophet, the posse, we all collide
We brutal, the chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, crazednlazdayz
Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, the smoke clears, evaporate

[juicy j]
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell em they gon get
A fiend wiolatin the business, I aint wit
And now in 2000 you talkin the same shit
And now in 2000 Ill bust and I wont miss
They smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors

[mc mack]
First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two aks, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I dont talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin em know, whoa!
Picture me, naked face, to kickin in your door
4, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos
So, when we creep, drop cause ima hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, bump up and hypnotize your mind, blow

[cruchy black]
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and Im bustin your head black
You believe Im comin strong, you believe Im all grown
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
You half steppin
I got the weapon
Boom! boom! Im blastin at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga

[la chat]
No no, come, come and get this bitch, aint got no time fo no shit
Got all my boys, dont make no noise,
Just throw that trick in the ditch
It aint no way la chat gon let it slide, with the shit that you done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without causes, aint got no love in my heart
It aint no way that I cant handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This aint no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, la chat aint gone easy

[koopsta knicca:]
Man a bitchll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew cant stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin that shit about this
Man youll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah we can do i,t take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin chewin, I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon start
See now thats that type of shit that get my muhfuckin dick hard

[t-rock]
Capital mack-11s, and load em full of ammunition
Terrorist sects, we pull and lockem in the expedition
No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus Ill be storin the cap for you, and trick be absolute

[mc mack]
I woke up early saturday morning,
Suddenly your phone was ringin off the charger
Thinkin to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers
Got mc mack of in a scheme, Im stainin for my dividends
And pay a livin, neh nigga,
Gon bother my cheese gon reach the ceilling fan
You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me
You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin
Fuck the reason, and the treason,
Time to get dirty nigga better Ill pop it
You was gaspin for your life, but all I heard was killa klan kaze

[dj paul]
Bitches think we playin, think this killa shit a joke
Dont fuck around with hcp and get you ass smoked, ho
Comin with some fully autos, fuck some semis
Hit em with some hollow autos, cause I desp-iz-ise
Blastin like some rondo batays, for you miatays
Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays
And i, perferin keepin busin in my freak time
Taught em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight
And Im in a bad mood, cocaine make it that
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
Bitch, nigga, its cp nigga
Hcp, hypnotize camp posse nigga
What, what, its cp nigga
Hcp, hypnotize camp posse nigga