โหลดเพลง mp3 Beatem To Da Floor (Explicit Album Version) - Three 6 Mafia

Beatem To Da Floor - Three 6 Mafia
So this is what I＇m a do man,
you know what I＇m sayin＇
I＇m a get each of you niggaz,
you know what I＇m sayin＇
From the bay by the b-ball piece,

when you see this nigga
You know what I＇m sayin＇,
I want y＇all to whoop his bitch ass
Man you know what I＇m sayin,
beat his motha fuckin ass
To the ground like a motherfucker
man fuck this bitch ass
See this how ass kickin＇
get down, your boys get
(Beat down!)
Your bitches get
(Beat down!)
Your brothers get
(Beat down!)
Your mothers get
(Beat down!)
Your cousins get
(Beat down!)
And any nigga that try to clown
we leavin＇ em on the ground
＇Cuz we stomp a hole,
until his ass throw up, and after that

Them signs is gettin＇ thrown up,
I＇m answer to the right
I＇m answer to the left, we
snatchin＇ your chain and check
Your pockets ＇till nothin＇ left
I＇m a crunk this nigga
though, treat ＇em like a hoe
Ask these lil＇ bitches what
the fuck they hittin＇ for

Crunchy ain＇t a hoe, and
Crunchy can＇t go, and
Crunchy ain＇t a nigga that you
wanna fuck with low
If you didn＇t know, then nigga
you can know, then meet me
Down foo in the middle of the floor,
I＇ma break it down slow
And fill you up with dro, and
smoke a little that ＇till I
Can＇t smoke no more
I＇m gon＇ whoop this nigga
I＇m gon＇ whoop this nigga
I＇m gon＇ take it outside
click click (Boom!) with the trigger
I＇m gon＇ rob this boy,
I＇m gon＇ mob this boy
I＇m gon＇ call the fuckin
killers do a job on this boy
We gon＇ beat em to the floor,
we gon＇ beat em to the floor
We gon＇ beat em to the floor,
we gon＇ beat em to the floor
We gon＇ beat em to the floor,
we gon＇ beat em to the floor
We gon＇ beat em to the floor,
we gon＇ beat em to the floor
You don＇t know what just happened
You suffering from a fracture

You rebel let me catch you,
I＇ll beat you belly bastard
You have a bad concussion,
from tripple six bone rushin＇
You all beat up and busted,
you shouldn＇t have pressed that button
You all bloody and bumy,
you yellin＇ for you mommy
And people think its funny,

quit tryin＇ to out run me
Your eyes are blue and black and,
your clothes are ripped and tackin＇
You thought that you could hack it,
you shouldn＇t have wore that jacket
＇Cuz I wreck it, smith and west
and my weapon, we steppin＇
To let the still meet your chest
and, don＇t play with these killers
They come from those parts,
the north where niggaz be pullin＇
The whole cart, so mista big
playa mista big time playa
You got the shit on lock why

you on my dick
Like a bitch walkin＇ around
like you stone high
Hollow tip bullets don＇t die,
nigga they multiply

I＇m gon＇ whoop this nigga
I＇m gon＇ whoop this nigga
I＇m gon＇ take it outside click
click (Boom!) with the trigger
I＇m gon＇ rob this boy,
I＇m gon＇ mob this boy
I＇m gon＇ call the fuckin killers
do a job on this boy