Body Parts 3

Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte, Chrome

Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the King of Memphis

Cock 'em up

Kill 'em and rob 'em and beat 'em and

Dump all these body parts into my trunk

Hypnotized Minds! HCP! Hypnotized Camp Posse!

We finna do this for all you thievin' ass wanna be us ass **** out there!

Stealin' motherfucker! Take ya fake asses on ****

Keep it real, baby, keep it original

And make this money like we makin' it ****! Throw it down!

Ain't never been a motherfuckin' bitch

Hypnotized here just to get that grip

Y'all **** talk cuz ya talk like a bitch

Y'all **** walk cuz ya walk like a bitch

Now ain't that some shit ya hatin' on this click

You gon make a **** get up wit cha bitch

Split yo wig oh yes I did

I told you, you don't want it with a Hard Hitta kid!

I done warned the Glock spot to spot hit the locks

Hit a **** for his stash spot

Took the rock **** was got that was the plot

Dodge the cops, they labeled it another closing shop

Open it up for closin' it up, I don't give a fuck

On a daily basis I'd be postin' it up

Smokin' it up choppin' it to match it with dub

Give us a club Six mane tearin' it up

These **** misleaded I'mma throw the first blow

Leave a **** shirt soaked playin' get cha merked ho

Chop it yeah I hope folk money what I work for

Paul & Juicy sent me gotta put cha in the dirt bro

Comin' wit the pistols is easy we can get you guys

Frayser Boy Bizzle or Beezy its the Hypnotize

HCP them my folks weed got my eyes low

If you know what I know, run that shit to my doe

We back motherfucker, we smack motherfuckers

If you step in our way killaz attack motherfucker

But y'all know y'all done heard all that before

Y'all done seen the Fo-fos and folks kick in ya doe

You done seen the gauge pump bout to see a Chevy trunk

Lights out next to the Mississippi River plumped up

Tape hog tied wrong place wrong time

Hypnotized Minds trick knocked ya up off ya grind

All my muhfuckers you **** should already know

I'm the truth and out the booth never been a ho

Get yo ass flipped sideways cut ya through the doe

You ain't know, I'm a young rich gangsta ****

Never been one of them old type wanksta ****

I'm a smart muhfucker ask my mama who made me

A lotta **** mad cuz they know they can't fade me

I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & Juicy who pay me

Well it's ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) call me Mr. Man

Fuckin' all ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies

See I could give a fuck about ya tossin' all ya tough talkin'

You don't like me **** hit me in my mouth

Man don't talk about it be about it get cha point across then

Candy ass **** boy you softer than cotton

Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't bout the spit boxin'

Hootin' and hollerin' like a cheerleader squadron

You can't be like me slangin' D cuz I'm hurtin ya

No competition with the Juice cuz its curtains

It ain't nothin' shakin' but some pimps in this bizitch

That's why you muggin' and yo face lookin' pizzissed

Stay bflippin' cars ballin' out like to shizine

You stay askin' questions how the hell them **** do that

We smoke the best of dro while she down with some Jack-Jack

My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side

They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went plat-ti-num

Laid it down for a calendar I'm right back at them

Took my game then weighed it up on a triple beam

**** rob kill steal for the ghet-ty green

U.S. Marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead

Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head

I'm was like "I ain't did shit why you hatin' this?"

Ghetto thugs know my rap songs they relate to this

I've been doin' this too long to still be strugglin' livin' like this

Fuckin' off with major labels slayed me like a bitch

And these got cheese and ride on Rolls it mean hoes

But still on the road doin' free shows

Tryna get a few spins in a few spots

I growed up back in the day, I wouldn't use my Glock

I hear a lotta corny shit on the radio

That's because they record company wouldn't spend dough

Yeah my label got a hook up wit MTV

But they just keep forgettin to tell 'em bout me

They try to play like it's love and its family

But all my marketing dollars goin' to shh

Tear Da Club Up was the first Crunk fight song

I made that in 92 a lil not long

That it took 10 million sold and we still ain't on

That's why Three 6 is the Most Known Unknowns