paroles de chanson I Ain't Cha Friend - Three 6 Mafia
-Laughter-
Yeah,
ya′ll
thought
that
underground
shit
Wouldn't
gon′
work
in
ya
Yeah
For
the
wages
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
Ride
with
my
click
Bitch
Triple
6
Is
all
I
need
plus
my
weed
and
the
n-i-n-e
To
keep
you
frilly
hoes
off
of
me
Come
into
my
face
With
that
pimpin′
ass
shit
Watch
you
see
this
gangsta
bitch
get
scandolous
You
friendly
ass
hoes
I
scratch
off
my
list
I
don't
need
you
Don′t
want
you
bitch
(Crunchy
Blac)
Friends
like
foes
in
these
hoes
Keep
on
talkin'
that
shit
Actin′
like
they
bad
as
fuck
But
they
ain'
really
talkin′
bout'
shit
Keep
on
dissin'
this
click
And
we
gon′
hurt
one
of
you
tricks
Put
your
body
in
a
ditch
Or
dig
a
grave
for
that
shit
Don′t
you
ask
who
like
it
Crunchy
Blac
did
it
bitch
Keep
on
talkin'
all
that
noise
And
I′ma
get
big
like
big
business
Chorus
x4
I
have
to
tell
these
niggas
time
and
time
again
Bitch
I
ain't
your
fuckin′
friend
I'll
do
your
ass
in
(DJ
Paul)
Smiles
can
be
deceivin′
Even
if
it's
your
friends
And
hoes
that
know
we
can't
be
even
Steven
Should
not
believe
in
Too
late
one
of
them
slip
it′s
my
foes
You
already
got
my
glock
to
the
back
of
your
head
Prayers
already
said
Done
consider
yourself
dead
Your
family
and
friends
might
be
sayin′
that
I
crossed
you
out
But
nigga
you
was
fake
from
the
beginning
So
I
had
to
toss
you
out
Friend
I'm
no
more
I
kill
all
you
foes
Step
in
my
trunk
And
I
give
it
to
a
stroll
40
mag
to
yo
back
The
hammer
release
And
leave
your
chest
with
holes
Fall
in
the
club
With
that
buck
ass
shit
Ya
want
da
mike
then
ima
slap
ya
wit
da
mike
bitch
U
couldn′t
rock
it
wit
a
test
tube
and
pot
It's
kind
of
hard
You
can′t
beat
us
And
you
can't
join
us
Cause
we
ain′t
gonna
stop
if
you
don't
stop
(Scarecrow)
Some
of
the
superior
astronomical
bends
From
that
of
my
mystical
dreams
Of
the
many
scenes
Mighty,
manipulative,
mercilous,
multiple
murderers
Sit
back
in
dangerous
Hittin'
and
strippin′
And
critical
injury
Misery,
seriously
witness
to
the
tremory
Trajedy,
agany,
infamy,
agany
brutal
mentality
Assassatain
My
voodoo
tribe
If
you
don′t
want
to
be
fried
Put
on
a
feary
disguise
Lord
Infamous
takn'
no
prisoners
Forget
the
begging,
pleading,
and
the
cries
Your
reservation
revalation
A
satanic
nation
Has
be
prophesized
I
can
look
in
your
eyes
and
tell
that
there
is
fear
From
the
eternal
burning
of
each
of
your
lies
Flights
of
headlights
Black
clothes
and
limos
Another
negro
startin′
to
decompose
From
his
casket
the
Scarecrow
shall
place
a
bloody
black
rose
Who
knows
that
hate
That
goes
behind
closed
doors
With
corpses
froze
in
six
foot
holes
Wicked
throws
Evil
flows
and
torturing
of
foes
Chorus
x4
Yeah,
I
ain't
ya
fuckin′
friend
You
do
your
ass
in
nigga
(Laughter)
Three
6 mafia
comin'
at
your
ass
for
the
9-7
bitch
Yeah
Watch
your
back
niggas
You
know
who
you
are
motherfucker
That
brown
shit
would
(?)
(Laughter)
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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