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---Hard Hittaz (Ft.Boogiemane)---
--Three 6 Mafia--

[Intro DJ Paul talking] (With Echos)
Yea! (Yea)
Three Six (Six)
Boogie Mane (Mane)
Hypnotize Mindz (Tize Mindz)
You know.. (You know)
Niggaz get scared when they see these hard hittaz (Hard hittaz)
Walk up in the muthafuckin club we come to repossesing shit (Possesing shit)
They start talkin like girls and shit (And shit)
(Woman screaming) Dont u dare..touch me stand back..no!!!...nooooo!!!!!
Yea![Hook 2x]
They got scared when these hard hittaz came in
They got chainz but they all tucked in
We got them thangz and we brought em all in
These niggaz play dead when they hea we came in (Came in)[Crunchy Blac]
See I am a hard hitta yes I am
And I dont really nigga give a damn
About chu and how you fuckin rock shit
I put a 45 that make you bitches stop dead
You wanna cock it go ahead and cock it
Dont make a nigga like me make you drop it
Im ten toes im from tha M-fuckin-Town
We gangsta walkin
You hea da fuckin gangsta sound
Its ashes ashes dust to dust
The gats we trust
Y'all dont really wanna bust
I see you and your crew nigga in da club
You tuck in yo chainz you must be some sissy club
Do you wanna go to war nigga & spit some blood
You talkin that shit like a fuckin slut
You talk shit then you might as well bring shit
I shut this muthafuckin club down for you bitch![Hook 2x]
They got scared when these hard hittaz came in
They got chainz but they all tucked in
We got them thangz and we brought em all in
These niggaz play dead when they hea we came in (Came in)[DJ Paul]
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Now if you wonder why so many diss Hypnotize
Its cause them haters aint eatin
they on some muthafuckin diets
Alot them is really sick I think they got amensia
Cause on Sunday they diss ya
But come Monday they need ya
Quit tellin lies to the public
If you could rewind your life back
You probably be wit me on this track
But I aint come hea my nigga for no sorrow no wounds
But imma stay bumpin till I put my head on my tomb
Fo' real![Juicy J]
Niggaz wanna blame us cause they famous
They wanna ride a new wipe instead of catchin the matter bus
So why I gotta take da blame for lame ass niggaz not havin thangz
Maybe you need to boost some clothes get yo self some pocket changes
I know you like them fairy tales say you make the three six sale
So while my pockets still unswung you reachin in the garbage pale
Playa im not ya friend wit it name a price and J'll spend it
Get yo self a nine to five and try yo luck on lottery ticket[Boogiemane]
Whussup nigga
Wanna be baddest the next nigga
True facts you aint gettin shit but fuck nigga
Buck nigga catchin da cut when I rush nigga
Jump nigga thankin you kool you chump nigga
Fuck dat imma get nine to get mine
If you hood dawg off in the club im on shine
(????) in my mouth fuck up yo cloud and get paid
Wit tha same place to call our own and get away
Whats the deal dawg ill be bout buckin and gettin crunk
And really dawg I could care less about stunts
In my trunk though where you gon ride after da show
Aint no punk goes so I suppose you get throwed by some elbows
Fuck it I'll fill his ass wit holes on dat funk blo throwin high low
Like imma pro get buck dawg get crunk dawg
But actin like a fuckin fool gon get you jumped dawg~lyrics by brolly~

Songwriters
B. HUNT, DARNELL CARLTON, PAUL BEAUREGARD, JORDAN HOUSTONPublished by
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