โหลดเพลง mp3 Bodyparts 2 - Three 6 Mafia

Yeah we back up in this mothaf**ka Prophet motherf**kin' Posse hoe
Three 6 Mafia M-Child a whole bunch of mothaf**kas
And ready to do this sh*t you wanna f**k a hoe
Then wait until you're back when the war's gone b**ch
You better recognize you motherf**kin' suckas
Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7 once again it's on
Bout to pull yo' motherf**kin' a** in b**ch
Woow woow woow woow woow woow woo
Now when they comes to the hood I be like black haven zone
And when it comes to parts of the body I got more than Auto zone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
Them people callin' it green that smoke how much I like it
Again it's up to him I need to let some shots off
It's DJ Paul with Teflon so take that bulletproof off
When they jump I pump to put some murderin' punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk
Play I'ma terror from the end I'll watch that body explode
If they retaliate I blast I think about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though don't you know I want to get rid of those faked up hoes
It's the city of Memphis watch me witness how this ni**a unload
Rage make me regularly force me blood
I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge
I'm nuts you got no crisp you got no heart
You niggas front from the start
I want to fill my f**king backyard with your bodyparts
Wuss up mista trick do you wanna get with this
Pimp type a** b**ch down with the Triple 6
My Lexus trunk or Viper Prophet Posse nothin' nicer
In this f**kin' body parts through the air 'cause we come to get it crunk
Several bodies in my trunk never denyin'
Always high and f**k you playa hatin' punks
Always stayin' on the top look at the Billboard Charts
Prophet Posse takin' over ni**a now we got you high

I don't know you why the f**k you all in my grill
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas sayin' you so so trill
You ain't no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep
Sleepin' with the lights on hoe you cautious of me
Me and about 80 mo' motherf**kas who comin'
4 and 5 vans deep while your b**ch a** runnin'
We be the Prophet devilish and meanin' click so tight
M-Child Orange Mound smokin' out every night b**ch
I met this dude last week who said he slangin' double keys
Also had a hook up on some tall and some light green ink
What you think I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree
So I drove a low key car tryin' to fool the streets
Curve after curve I return tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour I'll be choppin' up my bag of herbs
Plus a pure herb AK's all kinds a guns
'Till the ni**a pulled his car to the side and stopped the run
Please don't test these murderers slugs I will pump in to gut
Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk

Let's go ride then play a game what's the game the game of names
Now which which one would you choose
Whichever you choose you lose you lose
First time on the maximum don't be a trick
To see them hats talk sh*t but they don't know the deal
D**e sella BHZ's where I dwell-ah
They looked into the barrel of my jet black Barretta
Ratta tatta is all you heard
But watch the game 'cause you don't got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end
Check this here ni**a will rob and steal mob and kill
And it feel they don't feel what I feel then I fill
Them up with bullet lead two to the head
Then I lay them in graves that I dig just for them yes it is
Slammin' bones throwin' licks puttin' b**ches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherf**k down with Prophet click
Clack boom doom for you hats and you realas
Mossberg slug to your grill you can feel this
Trigger happy nappy headed set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down but ain't no f**kin' damn fool we
Ridin' drinkin' dankin' bodies stankin' I can smell it well
And if them police pull us over I'm the first to bail
Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' a** b**ches
That thinkin' that all of us is red instead while I drop this track
I flack I'm ready I'm straight from very bone
To the motherf**ka fall out on the floor see Triple 6 it's on
B**ch every mud up in a source bone
I don't wanna kill a motherf**ker betta get a motherf**ker
For talkin' that sh*t uh I don't wanna kill a motherf**ker
Betta get a motherf**ker for crossin' my click b**ch
Boogety boogety bang bang ni**a blew your brains
On the motherf**kin' wood grain ni**a
Pullin' the trigga like uh die ni**a uh die ni**a
Motherf**ker I'm K Roc I dump the bodyparts into my trunk
See me after Killa Klan seein' that K Roc solo burn
Makin' up in my green Prophet Posse my ni**a
Gimme that forty glock and I'ma jump pullin' the trigger
I see traitors lookin' at playa hats fakin' while we blast our gat
If a ni**a don't believe me tricks afraid in front of the car
To that ditch I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk