The 3

You tryin' to step up to the 3

Bring yo' ass to Tennessee

Shit's wild in the south

That's how these players came to be

The most hated, least faded, can't you muthafuckas see?

When you fuckin' with the Devilish, it's RIP you flea

Could give a fuck

I get buck, drink a beer and smoke a blunt

I have no sense to care enough

I'm just doin' what I love

Twist the bud and bring the funk

I ain't worried 'bout a bitch

But if you step up to me, punk

Then I'ma show you what it bizz

Kiss my muthafuckin' fist

And bow down to this cryptic pimp

Now you bitches go me pissed

So I'ma break you off like this

Fuck your mother, kill your brother

Stick my dick off in your sister

Coming thick up in this bitch

Yeah, it's the click of southern killers

You tryin' to step up to the 3

Bring yo' ass to Tennessee

Bodies piled in the south

That's how these killers came to be

The most violent live in silence, can't you muthafuckas see?

We do this devil shit with pride

The Trio here to make you bleed

We gettin' buck, show no love to these busters

If you gotta fuckin' problem

Come and solve it knuckle up

Test my click, it's homicide

Don't turn around, I'm spillin' blood

This's a southern sacrifice upon your head, I ash the junk

Step into my evil mind

I'll get some pleasure from your pain

Got them demons in my soul

You can't deny that I'm insane

All this Anna got me thinkin'

Think I'll pull up to your house

Hit the light upon the bucket

Toss the dynamite, I'm out

Muthafucka

Buckin' up, muthafucka get buck

Buckin' up, muthafucka get buck

Buckin' up, muthafucka get buck

Buckin' up, muthafucka get buck

Buckin' up, muthafucka get buck

Buckin' up, muthafucka get buck