[Monoxide Child]
Psychopathic
Twiztid and Blaze running with a motherfucking hatchet
And only the Three-6 could match it
So uh, tell me where it's at
[Jamie Madrox]
Now where it's going down?
Now where it's at home boy?
(What? What, what?!?)
Now where it's going down?
Now where it's at home boy?
(What? What, what?!?)
[Jamie Madrox]
I ain't the type to ask questions
I'm the type of motherfucker ready to trip
On anyone or anything all for the fuck of it
We be the underground, we stay beneath
And suffocate hoes like you while y'all asleep
Now where it's going down, right here, right now
And everybody on the North, East, West and South
Y'all better get it up, y'all better represent this shit
Twiztid, Triple 6 and Blaze, you can't fuck with it
[Juicy J]
You know I ride with a tote cocked
Quick to make your brain pop
Memphis, Tenn we rollin' dirty
Police settin a road block
Niggas have to swallow drugs
Niggas have to fake they mug
Niggas put they seat belt on
Cuttin the fucking cellular phone
On the town, we mob like Gotti
Sippin' on Syrup just havin' a party
If you wanna cross the Three 6
Seperate your soul from body
Wrap your mouth with duct tape nigga
We ain't gonna hope you figure
Where the cats done hid the stash
Or I'll have to pull this trigga
[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)
[Now where it's going down?]
[Now where it's at home boy?]
(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)
[Now where it's going down?]
[Now where it's at home boy?]
(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy)
[Blaze]
Now where it's at? (drive-by!)
Motherfuckers claiming to be thugs
Can't see me on shit
Wit' chopper bananna clips
I been dead, been back (it's like that)
Ridin' dirty wit' a birdie
And a throw away in the hatchback (whooo!)
Bitch, where ya black sack?
By any means trying to elevate
Never underestimate the contact (don't do it!)
I put jail on the map
Twiztid, Triple 6, and Blaze
Now go and ask them where it's at
[Gangsta Boo]
I took a Xanax
Yo, I like to split bitches' wigs
Split them to the white, fuckin' kidnap ya kids
Take that niggas wife sight, lock you in the trunk
Get so fuckin' pumped nigga Gangsta Boo is crunk
What you niggas know about them Calicoes and glocks
Shit that go pop nigga burnin' up ya block
Fuck the fuckin' cops, call 'em, I don't give a fuck
Drag you in the mud, motherfucker, nigga what?
[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)
[Now where it's going down?]
[Now where it's at home boy?]
(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)
[Now where it's going down?]
[Now where it's at home boy?]
(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy)
[DJ Paul]
Now you gotta real nigga comin straight
From da Black from Black Have
Fuckin' up the third word, you can ge-get sprayed
Niggas eyes wide shut
They never see me comin' into the back
But aces is just when I'm gunnin'
Jiggy jack jack jiggy jack will be rollin' mad car
Haters got me on the scoop but they can't get that far
You gotta try to run the world if you try to head with starts
Fuckin' nigga be most fuckin' niggas be my heart, hoe
[Monoxide Child]
Watch you lookin' at?
I can call it from here
Been underground wit' the dirt in my eyes for many years
Do the math motherfucker
You can't see the mix
We don't die, we multiply wit' the Triple 6
Merciless, territory worldwide
Ridin' down your bitch-ass block bumpin' drive-by
Blowin' up your High Rise
And leave you trapped in the rubble
Fuckin' wit' us is just trouble
[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)
[Now where it's going down?]
[Now where it's at home boy?]
(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)
[Now where it's going down?]
[Now where it's at home boy?]
(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy)
[Lord Infamous]
Gotta get it ghetto, drop the flower petal
Pop the pistol metal, Red Rum I’m head up
I’m in the meadow, fuckin' wit' the devil
Quote, but they call me Lord
Coked out, very paranoid
Orgys in the morn
When Three 6 is on the vocal chord
Marijuana scorched, like a torch
Full of intercourse
You gon’ feel the force
When the Triple 6 is on the swarm
You don't wanna play in hell
Infamous, I'm dumpin' shells
Tie you to the rail
Bitch, I'll help you make that fuckin' smell
[Anybody Killa]
From a gangstas point of veiw
I'm asking you, how does it feel?
To have the will to grab the steal
And shoot until you kill
Anybody Killa's feelin' Twiztid wit' the Three 6
Drive-by, finger on the trigger I'm addicted (whoo, whoo!)
Where's it goin' down
I guess right here, so where ya at?
Runnin' wit' a Hatchet, Phantom floatin' in the back
We put it down for the psycho motherfuckers all around
Bumpin' underground, everytime we slippin through yo town
[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)
[Now where it's going down?]
[Now where it's at home boy?]
(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)
[Now where it's going down?]
[Now where it's at home boy?]
(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy)
[Now where it's going down?]
[Now where it's at home boy?]
(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)
[Now where it's going down?]
[Now where it's at home boy?]
(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy)
