I Aint Cha Friend - Three 6 Mafia



Laughter

Yeah ya'll thought that underground shit

Wouldn't gon' work in ya

Yeah

For the ouijas of sin is death

For the gift of god is eternal life

Through Jesus Christ our lord

Roman 6 23 nigga

Read it and weep biatch



(Koopsta Knicca)

Hit a man bustin' up in my door

So I grab my 44

Now them bustas on the floor

Covered up by pillows

Oh no

I'm lookin' for them trizicks

Tryin' to put a group up in they clizick

I'm comin' up quick

I'm takin' no shots bustin' these caps off in these bitches

So why you wanna mess with this

So why you wanna take off this piece

Fool I'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech (??) fatality

You'll be fled

I'll be glad

When I make you hit that grass

I ain't showin' no mercy

God damn it I'm bustin' that ass

I'm havin' cisions of flesh (??) like that roozer tech

That mess in my head

If the constantly teachin' this evil shit

You hear some laughin' whose that in the window gaspin'

Now if you feel me tell me whose that creepin' for your head



(Gangsta Boo)

This goes out to all of you suckas

Includin' you crossers

Includin' you bustas

This shit is so fucked up

I can't even trust ya

This lady is tried of you motherfuckers

I'm bumpin' so hard

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

I'm trying to tell you hoe

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 -ac



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