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Verse 1
that underground shit
Wouldn't gon' work in ya
Yeah
For the gift of god is eternal life
Roman 6- 23 nigga
Read it and weep, biatch
Verse 2
So I grab my 44
Now them bustas on the floor
I'm lookin' for them trizicks
I'm comin' up quick
I'm takin' no shots bustin'
So why you want to mess with this
So why you want to take off this piece
Fool I'm bad to the bone, jone,
You'll be fled
I'll be glad
When I make you hit that grass
I ain't showin' no mercy
I'm havin' cisions of flesh (??) like
that roozer tech
That mess in my head
You hear some laughin' whose
that in the window gaspin'
Now if you feel me tell me whose
that creepin' for your head
Verse 3
suckas
Includin' you crossers
Includin' you bustas
This shit is so fucked up
I can't even trust ya
It's like oh my god
Gangsta Boo is rippin' the mic all apart
If your ass wasn't so full of that fart
Never would you have tasted
me from the start
Let me tell you bitch
You ain't my fuckin' friend
Prophet Entertainment
member known as Boo
Had to tell your ass time and time again
Bitch Triple 6
Is all I need plus my weed and the n- i- n- e
To keep you frilly hoes off of me
Come into my face
With that pimpin' ass shit
Watch you see this gangsta bitch
You friendly ass hoes I scratch off my list
Verse 4
And we gon' hurt one of you tricks
Put your body in a ditch
Or dig a grave for that shit
Verse 5
time and time again
Bitch I ain't your fuckin' friend
Verse 6
I'll do your ass in
time and time again
Verse 7
time and time again
Bitch I ain't your fuckin' friend
Verse 8
time and time again
Bitch I ain't your fuckin' friend
Verse 9
Even if it's your friends
And hoes that know we can't
be even Steven
Should not believe in
the back of your head
Prayers already said
Done consider yourself dead
sayin' that I crossed you out
But nigga you was fake from the beginning
Step in my trunk
The hammer release
And leave your chest with holes
It's kind of hard
you can't beat us
And you can't join us
Cause we ain't gonna stop if
Verse 10
you don't stop
Of the many scenes
And critical injury
F
G
C
Misery, seriously witness to the
G
tremory
Trajedy, agany, infamy,
Assassatain
My voodoo tribe
If you don't want to be fried
Put on a feary disguise
Lord Infamous takn' no prisoners
that there is fear
From the eternal burning
of each of your lies
Black clothes and limos
Another negro startin' to decompose
From his casket the Scarecrow shall
That goes behind closed doors
With corpses froze in six foot holes
Wicked throws
Verse 11
Evil flows and torturing of foes
time and time again
Bitch I ain't your fuckin' friend
Verse 12
time and time again
Bitch I ain't your fuckin' friend
Verse 13
I'll do your ass in
time and time again
Bitch I ain't your fuckin' friend
Verse 14
time and time again
Bitch I ain't your fuckin' friend
Verse 15
friend
You do your ass in nigga
(Laughter)
Three 6 mafia comin' at your
ass for the 9- 7 bitch
F
Yeah
Watch your back niggas
are motherfucker
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