Lyrics Body Parts 3 - Project Pat , Three 6 Mafia , Lil' Wyte , Frayser Boy , Chrome
(DJ
Paul)
Crunchy
Blac,
Boogie
Mane,
Frayser
Boy,
Lil
Wyte,
Chrome,
Granddaddy
Souf,
Juicy
J,
Project
Pat,
DJ
Paul
the
King
of
Memphis
Cock
'em
up
(Hook)
Kill
'em
and
rob
'em
and
beat
'em
and
Dump
all
these
body
parts
into
my
trunk
(DJ
Paul)
Hypnotized
Minds!
HCP!
Hypnotized
Camp
Posse!
We
finna
do
this
for
all
you
thievin
ass
wanna
be
us
ass
niggaz
out
there!
Stealin
motherfucker!
Take
ya
fake
asses
on
nigga
keep
it
real
nigga
Make
this
money
like
we
makin
it
nigga!
Throw
it
down!
(Crunchy
Blac)
Ain't
never
been
a
motherfuckin
bitch
Hypnotized
here
just
to
get
that
grip
Yall
niggaz
talk
cuz
ya
talk
like
a
bitch
Yall
niggaz
walk
cuz
ya
walk
like
a
bitch
Now
aint
that
some
shit
ya
hatin
on
this
click
You
gon
make
a
nigga
get
up
wit
cha
bitch
Split
yo
wig
oh
yes
I
did
I
told
you
you
don't
want
it
with
a
Hard
Hitta
kid!
(Boogie
Mane)
I
done
warned
the
glock
spot
to
spot
hit
the
locks
Hit
a
nigga
for
his
stash
spot
Took
the
rock
nigga
was
got
that
was
the
plot
Dodge
the
cops
they
labeled
it
another
closing
shop
Open
it
up
for
closin
it
up
I
don't
give
a
fuck
On
a
daily
basis
I
be
postin
it
up
Smokin
it
up
choppin
it
to
match
it
wit
dub
Give
us
a
club
Six
mane
tearin
it
up
(Frayser
Boy)
These
niggaz
misleaded
I'mma
throw
the
first
blow
Leave
a
nigga
shirt
soaked
playin
get
cha
merked
ho
Chop
it
yeah
I
hope
folk
money
what
I
work
fo
Paul
& Juicy
sent
me
gotta
put
cha
in
the
dirt
bro
Comin
wit
the
pistols
is
easy
we
can
get
you
guys
Frayser
Boy
Bizzle
or
Beezy
its
the
Hypnotize
HCP
them
my
folks
weed
got
my
eyes
low
If
you
know
what
I
know
run
that
shit
to
my
doe
(Lil
Wyte)
We
back
motherfucker
we
smack
motherfuckers
If
you
step
in
our
way
killaz
attack
motherfucker
But
yall
know
yall
done
heard
all
that
befo
Yall
done
seen
the
Fo-fos
and
folks
kick
in
ya
doe
You
done
seen
the
gauge
pump
bout
to
see
a
Chevy
trunk
Lights
out
next
to
the
Mississippi
River
plumped
up
Tape
hog
tied
wrong
place
wrong
time
Hypnotized
Minds
trick
knocked
ya
up
off
ya
grind
(Lil
Chrome)
All
my
muhfuckers
you
niggaz
should
already
know
I'm
the
truth
and
out
the
booth
never
been
a
ho
Get
yo
ass
flipped
sideways
cut
ya
through
the
doe
You
ain't
know
I'm
a
young
rich
gangsta
nigga
Never
been
one
of
them
old
type
wanksta
niggaz
I'm
a
smart
muhfucker
ask
my
mama
who
made
me
A
lotta
niggaz
mad
cuz
they
know
they
can't
fade
me
I'm
Chrome
Carleone
Paul
& Juicy
who
pay
me
(Granddaddy
Souf)
Well
its
ya
boy
Grandaddy
(Souf)
call
me
Mr.
Man
Fuckin
all
ya
aunties
ya
nieces
and
ya
mammies
See
I
could
give
a
fuck
about
ya
tossin
all
ya
tough
talkin
You
don't
like
me
nigga
hit
me
in
my
mouth
Man
don't
talk
about
it
be
about
it
get
cha
point
across
then
Candy
ass
nigga
boy
you
softer
than
cotton
Fight
me
or
squash
it
cuz
I
ain't
bout
the
spit
boxin
Hootin
and
hollerin
like
a
cheerleader
squadron
(Juicy
J)
You
can't
be
like
me
slangin
D
cuz
I'm
hurtin
ya
No
competition
with
the
Juice
cuz
its
curtains
It
ain't
nothin
shakin
but
some
pimps
in
this
bizitch
Thats
why
you
muggin
and
yo
face
lookin
pizzissed
Stay
bflippin
cars
ballin
out
like
to
shizine
You
stay
askin
questions
how
the
hell
them
niggaz
do
that
We
smoke
the
best
of
dro
while
she
down
wit
some
Jack-Jack
My
eyes
like
the
red
carpet
still
on
the
blue
side
(Project
Pat)
They
locked
me
up
just
like
2Pac
and
I
went
plat-ti-num
Laid
it
down
for
a
calendar
I'm
right
back
at
them
Took
my
game
then
weighed
it
up
on
a
triple
beam
Niggaz
rob
kill
steal
for
the
ghet-ty
green
U.S.
Marshal
at
my
folks
house
want
to
kill
me
dead
Wanna
see
me
in
a
pine
box
bullet
in
my
head
I'm
was
like
"I
ain't
did
shit
why
you
hatin
this?"
Ghetto
thugs
know
my
rap
songs
they
relate
to
this
(DJ
Paul)
I
been
doin
this
too
long
to
still
be
strugglin
livin
like
this
Fuckin
off
with
major
labels
slayed
me
like
a
bitch
And
these
got
cheese
and
ride
on
Rolls
it
mean
hoes
But
still
on
the
road
doin
free
shows
Tryna
get
a
few
spins
in
a
few
spots
I
growed
up
back
in
the
day
I
wouldn't
use
my
glock
I
hear
a
lotta
corny
shit
on
the
radio
Thats
because
they
record
company
wouldn't
spend
dough
Yeah
my
label
got
a
hook
up
wit
MTV
But
they
just
keep
forgettin
to
tell
'em
bout
me
They
try
to
play
like
it's
love
and
its
family
But
all
my
marketing
dollars
goin
to
{****}
Tear
Da
Club
Up
was
the
first
Crunk
fight
song
I
made
that
in
92
a
lil
not
long
That
it
took
10
million
sold
and
we
still
ain't
on
That's
why
Three
6 is
the
MOst
Known
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