Lyrics Bodyparts 2 (feat. Indo K, K-Rock, M-Child & Project Pat) - Three 6 Mafia
[DJ
Paul:]
Yeah
we
back
up
in
this
muthafucker
Prophet
muthafuckin′
Posse
hoe
Three
6 mafia
M
Child
A
whole
bunch
of
muthafuckers
And
ready
to
do
this
shit
You
wanna
fuck
a
hoe
Then
Wait
until
you're
back
When
the
war′s
gone
bitch
You
better
recognize
you
muthafuckin'
suckers
Thinkin'
that
I′m
for
the
9 7
Once
again
it′s
on
Bout
to
pull
yo'
muthafuckin′
ass
in
bitch
Woow
woow
woow
woow
woow
woo
Now
when
they
comes
to
the
hood
I
be
like
black
in
my
zone
Now
when
it
comes
to
parts
of
the
body
I
got
more
than
autozone
In
the
middle
of
fashion
I
got
to
keep
it
like
rockin'
And
people
callin′
it
green
That
smoke
how
much
I
like
it
Again
it's
up
to
him
I
need
to
let
some
shots
off
And
DJ
Paul
with
Teflon
also
take
that
bulletproof
off
But
when
they
jump,
I
pump
To
put
some
murderin′
punks
And
then
I
dump
all
his
bodyparts
into
my
trunk
Scarecrow
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
nigga
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
crips
You
got
no
heart
You
niggas
from
the
start
I
want
to
fill
my
fuckin'
backyard
with
your
bodyparts
[Gangsta
Boo]
Wussup
mista
trick
Do
you
wanna
get
with
this
Pimp
type
ass
bitch
down
with
the
Triple
6
My
Lexus
trunk
or
Viper
Prophet
Posse
nothin′
nicer
In
this
fuckin'
body
parts
through
the
air
Cause
we
come
to
get
it
crunk
Several
bodies
in
my
trunk
Never
denyin',
always
highin′
Fuck
you
playa
hatin
punks
Always
stayin′
on
the
top
Look
at
the
Billboard
Charts
Prophet
Posse
takin'
over
Nigga
now
we
got
you
high
[M-Child:]
I
don′t
know
you
Why
the
fuck
you
all
in
my
grill
I'm
stackin′
buck
on
you
niggas,
stay
so
so
trill
You
ain't
no
killer
My
niggas
leave
a
schedule
Go
to
sleep
Sleepin′
with
the
lights
on,
hoe
you
caustious
of
me
Me
and
about
80
mo'
muthafuckers
who
comin'
Throwin′
5 billion
(?)
While
your
bitch
ass
runnin′
We
be
the
Prophet
definition
meanin'
click
so
tight
M-Child,
Orange
Mound,
smokin′
out
every
night,
bitch!
[Juicy
J:]
I
met
this
fool
last
week
Who
said
he
slangin'
double
keys
Also
had
a
group
of
bustin′
all
tall
and
some
like,
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
be
chippin′
up
my
bag
of
herbs
(?)
herb
AK's
all
kinds
a
guns
Till
the
nigga
pulled
his
car
to
the
side
and
stopped
the
run.
[Scanman:]
Please
don′t
test
these
murderers
Slugs
I
will
pump
at
your
gut
Scan
from
the
Killer
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
Which
ever
you
choose
you
lose,
you
lose
[Droopy
Drew
Dog:]
First
Time
on
the
maximum,
don't
be
alrrick
To
see
them
haters
talk
shit
but
they
don′t
know
the
deal
Dope
seller
BHZ's
where
I
dwell-ah
They
looked
into
the
barrel
of
my
chin
black
Barretta
Ratta
Tatta
is
all
you
heard
To
see
you
niggas
comin'
up
In
the
(?)
But
watch
the
game
Cause
you
don′t
got
no
friends
Droopy
Drew
Dog
self
made
to
the
end.
[Crunchy
Blac:]
Check
this
here
Niggas
will,
rob
and
steal,
mob
and
kill
And
it
feel
They
don′t
feel
What
I
feel,
then
I
fill
Them
buck
will
Bullet
lead
two
to
the
head
Then
I
lay
them
in
graves
That
I
dig
Just
for
them
Yes
it
is
[Project
Pat:]
Slammin'
bones,
throwin′
leaks
Puttin'
bitches
in
there
clicks
Kaze
in
this
muthafuck
Down
we
Prophet
click
Clack
boom
doom
for
you
hatas
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
fuckin′
damn
fool
We
ridin'
drinkin'
dankin′
bodies
stankin′
I
can
smell
them
well
And
if
the
police
pull
us
over
I'm
the
first
to
bail.
[Indo
G:]
Jackin′
and
packin'
and
takin′
those
fakin'
ass
bitches
That
thinkin′
that
all
of
us
is
red
instead
While
I
drop
this
track
I
flack
(?)
I'm
straight
from
very
bone
To
the
muthafucker
filin'
out
I′m
the
first
See
Triple
6,
It′s
on
Bitch
every
mud
up
in
a
source
bone
I
don't
wanna
kill
a
motha,
betta
get
a
muthafucker
for
talkin′
that
shit
Huh,
I
don't
wanna
kill
a
muthafucker,
betta
get
a
muthafucker
for
Crossin′
my
click
bitch
Boogety
boogety
bang
bang
nigga
blew
your
brains
On
the
muthafuckin'
wood
grain
nigga
Pullin′
the
trigga
like
uhh
die
nigga
uhh
die
nigga
[K
Roc:]
Muthafucker
K
Roc
I
dump
but
what
I
see
in
my
trunk
See
me
after
Killer
Klan
Seein'
that
K
Roc
solo
burn
Makin'
up
in
my
green
Prophet
Posse
my
niggas
Gimme
that
forty
glock
In
my
(?)
pullin′
that
trigga
I
see
traitors
lookin′
at
playa
hatas
Fakin'
while
we
blast
our
gat
I
don′t
know
where
you're
at
But
hata
I
better
witness
a
(?)
If
a
nigga
don′t
believe
me,
tricks
afraid
in
front
of
the
car
To
that
ditch
I
dumped
all
his
bodyparts
into
my
trunk
1 Late Nite Tip
2 We Are Waiting
3 Land of the Lost
4 Anyone Out There
5 N 2 Deep
6 Neighborhood Hoe
7 Flashes
8 3-6 In the Morning
9 Weed Is Got Me High
10 Gunclaps
11 Spill My Blood
12 Watcha Do
13 I Ain't Cha Friend
14 Motivated
15 Are U Ready 4 Us (feat. Dayton Family)
16 Hit a Muthafucka
17 Will Blast
18 Studio Time
19 Prophet Posse (feat. Indo G & K-Rock)
20 Who Got Dem 9's (feat. Project Pat)
21 Tear Da Club Up '97
22 Bodyparts 2 (feat. Indo K, K-Rock, M-Child & Project Pat)
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