Текст песни I Aint Goin' - Three 6 Mafia
(Lord
Infamous)
Sound
the
alarm
Infamous
comes
From
the
slums
Lookin'
them
done
Within'
they
pump
Cough
the
thoughts
Bitches
are
numb
Niggas
they
run
All
of
my
guns
Droppin'
a
fuss
Filish
the
wound
Bitches
are
doom
At
high
noon
Billy
the
Kid
Splatter
his
wig
Without
a
clue
Niggas
get
blue
Off
they
shoes
What's
up
dead
fool
I
got
my
tools
Don't
get
the
rules
It's
up
to
you
What
will
you
do
Here
comes
the
rat
Here
comes
the
tat
Hit
'em
with
bats
Chop
off
they
ass
Blow
up
the
gats
Don't
hit
a
mack
Infamous
packed
Down
for
a
jack
Ready
to
buck
Wantin'
to
fuck
Testin'
my
nuts
You
will
get
stuck
Down
in
the
rut
Fillin'
the
slugs
Empty
your
gut
All
on
the
rug
All
in
the
dug
All
on
my
mug
They
will
pay
When
I'm
comin'
with
the
shanks
And
my
dank
And
the
chains
(Koopsta
Knicca)
Fallin'
up
and
down
the
street
Lookin'
for
some
shit
to
creep
Niggas
knowin'
my
bogus
tags
And
they
pull
up
they
gangsta
setts
They
knowin'
bout
my
roll
Part
of
robbin'
niggas
who
thinkin'
they
hard
And
dumpin'
trick
in
a
ditch
That's
my
hobby
cause
I
ain't
ready
In
the
bushes
where
I
hang
But
you
want
to
be
a
wild
thang
And
throw
yo
ass
up
on
my
face
Now
I
got
your
little
monkey
ass
No
I'm
not
a
scapula
So
try
to
break
it
off
with
the
rest
of
your
dough
On
the
verge
with
the
rest
of
yo
bag
I
will
hide
you
in
the
streets
Which
will
die
or
bleed
elite
Watch
yo
body
hit
the
street
They
never
know
where
they
say
where
you
lay
No
one
knows
your
damn
face
But
I
do
and
that's
a
fact
Come
play
the
game
of
pitty
pat
I
thought
you
on
the
railroad
track
Slice
yo
head
and
leave
you
dead
Chorus
I'm
takin'
care
of
my
mothafuckin'
business
I
ain't
goin'
bitch
Savin'
none
of
ya
hoes
will
never
be...
(Juicy
"J")
Ain't
no
fuckin'
negotiatin'
When
the
nines
cocked
Don't
get
yourself
in
a
situation
Straight
to
a
pinebox
I
think
it's
time
for
meditation
To
all
this
crime
stop
Three
6 known
for
demonstratin'
For
makin'
bodies
drop
Sometimes
it's
like
I'm
in
a
movie
Like
the
movie
Scream
These
niggas
don't
say
nothing
to
me
Cause
I
be
lookin'
mean
And
if
you
stick
a
knife
right
through
me
Cut
through
my
bloodstream
You
hoes
ass
niggas
better
kill
me
Cuase
fool
this
ain't
no
dream
I'm
comin'
for
you
like
I'm
crazy
Straight
out
the
institution
Like
a
mafia
member
pay
me
They
know
there
nothin'
to
it
To
leave
my
house
lazy
And
throw
her
in
a
sewer
The
97
you
can't
fade
me
When
I
got
something
to
do
with
it
(DJ
Paul)
Now
we
got
some
killas
in
the
house
When
you
claim
you
couldn't
tell
Do
I
need
to
leave
it
here?
Budda,
Budda,
Budda
To
leave
your
ass
convinced
Or
do
we
need
to
put
some
kick
dose
on
you
fucky
hoes
Mack
10's
and
12's
rebel
WE
got
this
under
control
And
when
we
call
this
type
of
deal
It's
a
splash
party
When
them
brains
Make
it
to
the
walls
Yellin
DJ
polly
ollie
all
Watch
yo
pass
Watch
me
grass
From
my
stash
Rip
off
the
mask
And
then
all
you
hoes
will
all
cash
And
then
we
poppin
all
this
essence
Then
we
passin
all
the
poors
and
smashin
da
lexus
I
takin
care
my
mothafukin
buisnees
i
aint
goin
bitch
Savin
none
of
you
hoes
will
ever
be
x3
1 I Aint Goin'
2 Our Arrival
3 Stomp
4 Money Flow
5 Money Flow
6 Late Night Tip
7 Gotcha Shakin'
8 Good Stuff
9 Walk Up 2 yo House
10 In-2-Deep
11 Last man Standing
12 Destruction Terror
13 Body Parts
14 Where's Da Bud
15 Body Parts
16 Gette'm Crunk
17 Where da Killaz Hang
18 The End
19 Where Da Killaz Hang
20 Life Or Death
21 Life or Death
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