[{"id":23611309,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","trackName":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","artistName":"Three 6 Mafia","albumName":"Three 6 Mafia","duration":291.572971,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(DJ Paul)\nFinally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\nNiggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\nFrom hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\nAnd you know what that mean bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n(Project Pat)\nCall a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\nWeed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\nCane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\nIf you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\nDro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\nHit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\nBlood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\nCome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n(Lord Infamous)\nFirst crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\nYou slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\nDa End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\nThe Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\nWe brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\nIn crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\nHypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\nSixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n(Juicy J)\nI got a 357, a tec with a black clip\nA 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\nSome killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\nA fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\nAnd now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\nAnd now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\nThe smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\nThe grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n(Cruchy Black)\nYou can believe this, you can believe that\nAnd believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\nYou believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\nYou believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\nYou half steppin'I got the weapon\nBoom! Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n(La Chat)\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n(Koopsta Knicca:)\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\nYou can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\nWanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\nSee now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n(T-Rock)\nCapital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\nTerrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\nNo set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\nNuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\nHow in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\nToss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\nHollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\nPlus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n(MC Mack)\nI woke up early Saturday morning,\nSuddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\nThinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\nGot MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\nAnd pay a livin', neh nigga,\nGon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\nYou can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\nYou can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\nFuck the reason, and the treason,\nTime to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\nYou was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n(DJ Paul)\nBitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\nDon't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\nComin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\nHit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\nBlastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\nKoop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\nAnd I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\nTaught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\nGive you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\nTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\nAnd I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\nPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\nBitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nWhat, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S.\n  artist: Three 6 Mafia\n  album: Three 6 Mafia\n  duration_ms: 291573\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\n  Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  (Project Pat)\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  (Lord Infamous)\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\n  In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\n  Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\n  Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n  (Juicy J)\n  I got a 357, a tec with a black clip\n  A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\n  Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\n  A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\n  And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\n  And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\n  The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\n  The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n  (Cruchy Black)\n  You can believe this, you can believe that\n  And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\n  You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\n  You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\n  You half steppin'I got the weapon\n  Boom! Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  (La Chat)\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  (Koopsta Knicca:)\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n  Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  (T-Rock)\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n  (MC Mack)\n  I woke up early Saturday morning,\n  Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\n  Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a livin', neh nigga,\n  Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\n  You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason,\n  Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\n  Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\n  And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\n  Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":21323337,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","trackName":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","artistName":"Three 6 Mafia","albumName":"When The Smoke ClearsSixty 6,","duration":291.43,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(DJ Paul)\nFinally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\nNiggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\nFrom hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\nAnd you know what that mean bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n(Project Pat)\nCall a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\nWeed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\nCane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\nIf you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\nDro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\nHit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\nBlood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\nCome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n(Lord Infamous)\nFirst crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\nYou slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\nDa End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\nThe Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\nWe brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\nIn crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\nHypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\nSixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n(Juicy J)\nI got a 357, a tec with a black clip\nA 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\nSome killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\nA fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\nAnd now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\nAnd now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\nThe smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\nThe grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n(Cruchy Black)\nYou can believe this, you can believe that\nAnd believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\nYou believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\nYou believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\nYou half steppin'I got the weapon\nBoom! Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n(La Chat)\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n(Koopsta Knicca:)\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\nYou can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\nWanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\nSee now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n(T-Rock)\nCapital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\nTerrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\nNo set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\nNuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\nHow in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\nToss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\nHollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\nPlus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n(MC Mack)\nI woke up early Saturday morning,\nSuddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\nThinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\nGot MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\nAnd pay a livin', neh nigga,\nGon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\nYou can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\nYou can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\nFuck the reason, and the treason,\nTime to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\nYou was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n(DJ Paul)\nBitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\nDon't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\nComin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\nHit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\nBlastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\nKoop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\nAnd I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\nTaught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\nGive you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\nTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\nAnd I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\nPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\nBitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nWhat, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S.\n  artist: Three 6 Mafia\n  album: When The Smoke ClearsSixty 6,\n  duration_ms: 291430\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\n  Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  (Project Pat)\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  (Lord Infamous)\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\n  In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\n  Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\n  Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n  (Juicy J)\n  I got a 357, a tec with a black clip\n  A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\n  Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\n  A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\n  And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\n  And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\n  The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\n  The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n  (Cruchy Black)\n  You can believe this, you can believe that\n  And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\n  You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\n  You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\n  You half steppin'I got the weapon\n  Boom! Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  (La Chat)\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  (Koopsta Knicca:)\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n  Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  (T-Rock)\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n  (MC Mack)\n  I woke up early Saturday morning,\n  Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\n  Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a livin', neh nigga,\n  Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\n  You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason,\n  Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\n  Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\n  And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\n  Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":19043937,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","trackName":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","artistName":"Three 6 Mafia","albumName":"When the Smoke Clears: Sixty 6, Sixty 1","duration":291.38125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(DJ Paul)\nFinally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\nNiggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\nFrom hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\nAnd you know what that mean bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n(Project Pat)\nCall a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\nWeed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\nCane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\nIf you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\nDro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\nHit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\nBlood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\nCome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n(Lord Infamous)\nFirst crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\nYou slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\nDa End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\nThe Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\nWe brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\nIn crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\nHypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\nSixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n(Juicy J)\nI got a 357, a tec with a black clip\nA 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\nSome killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\nA fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\nAnd now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\nAnd now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\nThe smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\nThe grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n(Cruchy Black)\nYou can believe this, you can believe that\nAnd believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\nYou believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\nYou believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\nYou half steppin'I got the weapon\nBoom! Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n(La Chat)\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n(Koopsta Knicca:)\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\nYou can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\nWanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\nSee now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n(T-Rock)\nCapital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\nTerrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\nNo set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\nNuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\nHow in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\nToss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\nHollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\nPlus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n(MC Mack)\nI woke up early Saturday morning,\nSuddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\nThinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\nGot MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\nAnd pay a livin', neh nigga,\nGon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\nYou can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\nYou can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\nFuck the reason, and the treason,\nTime to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\nYou was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n(DJ Paul)\nBitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\nDon't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\nComin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\nHit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\nBlastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\nKoop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\nAnd I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\nTaught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\nGive you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\nTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\nAnd I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\nPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\nBitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nWhat, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S.\n  artist: Three 6 Mafia\n  album: 'When the Smoke Clears: Sixty 6, Sixty 1'\n  duration_ms: 291381\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\n  Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  (Project Pat)\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  (Lord Infamous)\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\n  In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\n  Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\n  Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n  (Juicy J)\n  I got a 357, a tec with a black clip\n  A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\n  Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\n  A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\n  And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\n  And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\n  The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\n  The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n  (Cruchy Black)\n  You can believe this, you can believe that\n  And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\n  You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\n  You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\n  You half steppin'I got the weapon\n  Boom! Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  (La Chat)\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  (Koopsta Knicca:)\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n  Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  (T-Rock)\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n  (MC Mack)\n  I woke up early Saturday morning,\n  Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\n  Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a livin', neh nigga,\n  Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\n  You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason,\n  Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\n  Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\n  And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\n  Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":18955921,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S","trackName":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S","artistName":"Three 6 Mafia","albumName":"When The Smoke Clears, Sixty 6 Sixty 1","duration":291.474286,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(DJ Paul)\nFinally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\nNiggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\nFrom hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\nAnd you know what that mean bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n(Project Pat)\nCall a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\nWeed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\nCane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\nIf you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\nDro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\nHit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\nBlood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\nCome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n(Lord Infamous)\nFirst crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\nYou slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\nDa End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\nThe Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\nWe brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\nIn crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\nHypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\nSixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n(Juicy J)\nI got a 357, a tec with a black clip\nA 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\nSome killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\nA fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\nAnd now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\nAnd now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\nThe smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\nThe grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n(Cruchy Black)\nYou can believe this, you can believe that\nAnd believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\nYou believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\nYou believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\nYou half steppin'I got the weapon\nBoom! Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n(La Chat)\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n(Koopsta Knicca:)\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do i, 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catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\nYou can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\nFuck the reason, and the treason,\nTime to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\nYou was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n(DJ Paul)\nBitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\nDon't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\nComin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\nHit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\nBlastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\nKoop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\nAnd I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\nTaught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\nGive you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\nTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\nAnd I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\nPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\nBitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nWhat, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S\n  artist: Three 6 Mafia\n  album: When The Smoke Clears, Sixty 6 Sixty 1\n  duration_ms: 291474\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\n  Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  (Project Pat)\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  (Lord Infamous)\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\n  In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\n  Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\n  Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n  (Juicy J)\n  I got a 357, a tec with a black clip\n  A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\n  Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\n  A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\n  And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\n  And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\n  The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\n  The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n  (Cruchy Black)\n  You can believe this, you can believe that\n  And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\n  You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\n  You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\n  You half steppin'I got the weapon\n  Boom! Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  (La Chat)\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  (Koopsta Knicca:)\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n  Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  (T-Rock)\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n  (MC Mack)\n  I woke up early Saturday morning,\n  Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\n  Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a livin', neh nigga,\n  Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\n  You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason,\n  Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\n  Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\n  And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\n  Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":726678,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","trackName":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","artistName":"Three 6 Mafia","albumName":"Kings Of Memphis: Underground, Vol. 3","duration":307.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(DJ Paul)\nFinally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\nNiggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\nFrom hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\nAnd you know what that mean bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n(Project Pat)\nCall a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\nWeed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\nCane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\nIf you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\nDro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\nHit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\nBlood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\nCome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n(Lord Infamous)\nFirst crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\nYou slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\nDa End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\nThe Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\nWe brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\nIn crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\nHypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\nSixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n(Juicy J)\nI got a 357, a tec with a black clip\nA 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\nSome killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\nA fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\nAnd now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\nAnd now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\nThe smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\nThe grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n(Cruchy Black)\nYou can believe this, you can believe that\nAnd believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\nYou believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\nYou believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\nYou half steppin'I got the weapon\nBoom! Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n(La Chat)\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n(Koopsta Knicca:)\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\nYou can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\nWanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\nSee now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n(T-Rock)\nCapital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\nTerrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\nNo set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\nNuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\nHow in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\nToss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\nHollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\nPlus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n(MC Mack)\nI woke up early Saturday morning,\nSuddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\nThinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\nGot MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\nAnd pay a livin', neh nigga,\nGon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\nYou can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\nYou can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\nFuck the reason, and the treason,\nTime to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\nYou was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n(DJ Paul)\nBitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\nDon't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\nComin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\nHit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\nBlastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\nKoop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\nAnd I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\nTaught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\nGive you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\nTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\nAnd I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\nPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\nBitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nWhat, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S.\n  artist: Three 6 Mafia\n  album: 'Kings Of Memphis: Underground, Vol. 3'\n  duration_ms: 307000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\n  Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  (Project Pat)\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  (Lord Infamous)\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\n  In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\n  Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\n  Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n  (Juicy J)\n  I got a 357, a tec with a black clip\n  A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\n  Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\n  A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\n  And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\n  And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\n  The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\n  The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n  (Cruchy Black)\n  You can believe this, you can believe that\n  And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\n  You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\n  You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\n  You half steppin'I got the weapon\n  Boom! Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  (La Chat)\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  (Koopsta Knicca:)\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n  Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  (T-Rock)\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n  (MC Mack)\n  I woke up early Saturday morning,\n  Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\n  Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a livin', neh nigga,\n  Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\n  You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason,\n  Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\n  Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\n  And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\n  Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":30698683,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","trackName":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","artistName":"Three 6 Mafia","albumName":"Kings Of Memphis: Underground, Vol. 3","duration":292.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(DJ Paul)\nFinally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\nNiggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\nFrom hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\nAnd you know what that mean bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n(Project Pat)\nCall a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\nWeed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\nCane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\nIf you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\nDro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\nHit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\nBlood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\nCome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n(Lord Infamous)\nFirst crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\nYou slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\nDa End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\nThe Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\nWe brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\nIn crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\nHypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\nSixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n(Juicy J)\nI got a 357, a tec with a black clip\nA 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\nSome killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\nA fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\nAnd now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\nAnd now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\nThe smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\nThe grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n(Cruchy Black)\nYou can believe this, you can believe that\nAnd believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\nYou believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\nYou believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\nYou half steppin'I got the weapon\nBoom! Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n(La Chat)\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n(Koopsta Knicca:)\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\nYou can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\nWanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\nSee now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n(T-Rock)\nCapital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\nTerrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\nNo set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\nNuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\nHow in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\nToss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\nHollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\nPlus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n(MC Mack)\nI woke up early Saturday morning,\nSuddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\nThinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\nGot MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\nAnd pay a livin', neh nigga,\nGon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\nYou can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\nYou can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\nFuck the reason, and the treason,\nTime to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\nYou was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n(DJ Paul)\nBitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\nDon't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\nComin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\nHit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\nBlastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\nKoop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\nAnd I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\nTaught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\nGive you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\nTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\nAnd I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\nPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\nBitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nWhat, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S.\n  artist: Three 6 Mafia\n  album: 'Kings Of Memphis: Underground, Vol. 3'\n  duration_ms: 292000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\n  Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  (Project Pat)\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  (Lord Infamous)\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\n  In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\n  Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\n  Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n  (Juicy J)\n  I got a 357, a tec with a black clip\n  A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\n  Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\n  A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\n  And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\n  And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\n  The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\n  The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n  (Cruchy Black)\n  You can believe this, you can believe that\n  And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\n  You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\n  You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\n  You half steppin'I got the weapon\n  Boom! Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  (La Chat)\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  (Koopsta Knicca:)\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n  Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  (T-Rock)\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n  (MC Mack)\n  I woke up early Saturday morning,\n  Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\n  Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a livin', neh nigga,\n  Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\n  You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason,\n  Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\n  Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\n  And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\n  Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":29493243,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","trackName":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","artistName":"Three 6 Mafia","albumName":"When The Smoke Clears (Fixed)","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(DJ Paul)\nFinally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\nNiggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\nFrom hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\nAnd you know what that mean bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n(Project Pat)\nCall a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\nWeed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\nCane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\nIf you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\nDro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\nHit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\nBlood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\nCome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n(Lord Infamous)\nFirst crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\nYou slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\nDa End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\nThe Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\nWe brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\nIn crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\nHypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\nSixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n(Juicy J)\nI got a 357, a tec with a black clip\nA 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\nSome killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\nA fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\nAnd now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\nAnd now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\nThe smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\nThe grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n(Cruchy Black)\nYou can believe this, you can believe that\nAnd believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\nYou believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\nYou believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\nYou half steppin'I got the weapon\nBoom! Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n(La Chat)\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n(Koopsta Knicca:)\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\nYou can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\nWanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\nSee now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n(T-Rock)\nCapital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\nTerrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\nNo set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\nNuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\nHow in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\nToss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\nHollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\nPlus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n(MC Mack)\nI woke up early Saturday morning,\nSuddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\nThinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\nGot MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\nAnd pay a livin', neh nigga,\nGon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\nYou can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\nYou can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\nFuck the reason, and the treason,\nTime to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\nYou was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n(DJ Paul)\nBitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\nDon't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\nComin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\nHit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\nBlastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\nKoop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\nAnd I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\nTaught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\nGive you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\nTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\nAnd I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\nPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\nBitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nWhat, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S.\n  artist: Three 6 Mafia\n  album: When The Smoke Clears (Fixed)\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\n  Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  (Project Pat)\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  (Lord Infamous)\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\n  In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\n  Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\n  Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n  (Juicy J)\n  I got a 357, a tec with a black clip\n  A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\n  Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\n  A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\n  And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\n  And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\n  The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\n  The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n  (Cruchy Black)\n  You can believe this, you can believe that\n  And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\n  You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\n  You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\n  You half steppin'I got the weapon\n  Boom! Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  (La Chat)\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  (Koopsta Knicca:)\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n  Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  (T-Rock)\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n  (MC Mack)\n  I woke up early Saturday morning,\n  Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\n  Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a livin', neh nigga,\n  Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\n  You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason,\n  Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\n  Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\n  And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\n  Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":18806392,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S","trackName":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S","artistName":"Three 6 Mafia","albumName":"When The Smoke Clears","duration":291.456871,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(DJ Paul)\nFinally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\nNiggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\nFrom hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\nAnd you know what that mean bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n(Project Pat)\nCall a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\nWeed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\nCane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\nIf you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\nDro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\nHit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\nBlood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\nCome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n(Lord Infamous)\nFirst crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\nYou slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\nDa End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\nThe Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\nWe brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\nIn crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\nHypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\nSixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n(Juicy J)\nI got a 357, a tec with a black clip\nA 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\nSome killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\nA fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\nAnd now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\nAnd now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\nThe smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\nThe grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n(Cruchy Black)\nYou can believe this, you can believe that\nAnd believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\nYou believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\nYou believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\nYou half steppin'I got the weapon\nBoom! Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n(La Chat)\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n(Koopsta Knicca:)\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\nYou can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\nWanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\nSee now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n(T-Rock)\nCapital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\nTerrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\nNo set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\nNuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\nHow in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\nToss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\nHollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\nPlus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n(MC Mack)\nI woke up early Saturday morning,\nSuddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\nThinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\nGot MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\nAnd pay a livin', neh nigga,\nGon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\nYou can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\nYou can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\nFuck the reason, and the treason,\nTime to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\nYou was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n(DJ Paul)\nBitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\nDon't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\nComin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\nHit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\nBlastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\nKoop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\nAnd I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\nTaught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\nGive you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\nTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\nAnd I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\nPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\nBitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nWhat, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S\n  artist: Three 6 Mafia\n  album: When The Smoke Clears\n  duration_ms: 291457\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\n  Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  (Project Pat)\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  (Lord Infamous)\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\n  In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\n  Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\n  Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n  (Juicy J)\n  I got a 357, a tec with a black clip\n  A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\n  Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\n  A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\n  And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\n  And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\n  The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\n  The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n  (Cruchy Black)\n  You can believe this, you can believe that\n  And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\n  You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\n  You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\n  You half steppin'I got the weapon\n  Boom! Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  (La Chat)\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  (Koopsta Knicca:)\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n  Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  (T-Rock)\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n  (MC Mack)\n  I woke up early Saturday morning,\n  Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\n  Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a livin', neh nigga,\n  Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\n  You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason,\n  Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\n  Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\n  And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\n  Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":20388185,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","trackName":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","artistName":"Three 6 Mafia","albumName":"When the Smoke Clears","duration":298.139625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(DJ Paul)\nFinally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\nNiggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\nFrom hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\nAnd you know what that mean bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n(Project Pat)\nCall a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\nWeed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\nCane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\nIf you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\nDro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\nHit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\nBlood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\nCome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n(Lord Infamous)\nFirst crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\nYou slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\nDa End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\nThe Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\nWe brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\nIn crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\nHypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\nSixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n(Juicy J)\nI got a 357, a tec with a black clip\nA 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\nSome killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\nA fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\nAnd now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\nAnd now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\nThe smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\nThe grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n(Cruchy Black)\nYou can believe this, you can believe that\nAnd believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\nYou believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\nYou believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\nYou half steppin'I got the weapon\nBoom! Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n(La Chat)\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n(Koopsta Knicca:)\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\nYou can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\nWanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\nSee now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n(T-Rock)\nCapital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\nTerrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\nNo set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\nNuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\nHow in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\nToss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\nHollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\nPlus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n(MC Mack)\nI woke up early Saturday morning,\nSuddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\nThinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\nGot MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\nAnd pay a livin', neh nigga,\nGon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\nYou can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\nYou can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\nFuck the reason, and the treason,\nTime to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\nYou was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n(DJ Paul)\nBitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\nDon't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\nComin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\nHit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\nBlastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\nKoop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\nAnd I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\nTaught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\nGive you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\nTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\nAnd I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\nPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\nBitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nWhat, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S.\n  artist: Three 6 Mafia\n  album: When the Smoke Clears\n  duration_ms: 298140\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\n  Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  (Project Pat)\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  (Lord Infamous)\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\n  In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\n  Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\n  Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n  (Juicy J)\n  I got a 357, a tec with a black clip\n  A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\n  Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\n  A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\n  And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\n  And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\n  The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\n  The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n  (Cruchy Black)\n  You can believe this, you can believe that\n  And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\n  You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\n  You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\n  You half steppin'I got the weapon\n  Boom! Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  (La Chat)\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  (Koopsta Knicca:)\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n  Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  (T-Rock)\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n  (MC Mack)\n  I woke up early Saturday morning,\n  Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\n  Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a livin', neh nigga,\n  Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\n  You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason,\n  Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\n  Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\n  And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\n  Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":26541460,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","trackName":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","artistName":"Three 6 Mafia","albumName":"When The Smoke Clears (RETAIL)","duration":291.4535,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(DJ Paul)\nFinally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\nNiggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\nFrom hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\nAnd you know what that mean bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n(Project Pat)\nCall a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\nWeed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\nCane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\nIf you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\nDro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\nHit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\nBlood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\nCome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n(Lord Infamous)\nFirst crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\nYou slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\nDa End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\nThe Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\nWe brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\nIn crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\nHypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\nSixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n(Juicy J)\nI got a 357, a tec with a black clip\nA 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\nSome killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\nA fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\nAnd now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\nAnd now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\nThe smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\nThe grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n(Cruchy Black)\nYou can believe this, you can believe that\nAnd believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\nYou believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\nYou believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\nYou half steppin'I got the weapon\nBoom! Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n(La Chat)\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n(Koopsta Knicca:)\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do i, 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catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\nYou can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\nFuck the reason, and the treason,\nTime to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\nYou was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n(DJ Paul)\nBitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\nDon't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\nComin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\nHit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\nBlastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\nKoop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\nAnd I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\nTaught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\nGive you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\nTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\nAnd I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\nPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\nBitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nWhat, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S.\n  artist: Three 6 Mafia\n  album: When The Smoke Clears (RETAIL)\n  duration_ms: 291454\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\n  Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  (Project Pat)\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  (Lord Infamous)\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\n  In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\n  Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\n  Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n  (Juicy J)\n  I got a 357, a tec with a black clip\n  A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\n  Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\n  A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\n  And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\n  And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\n  The smoke is in the air the 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Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  (La Chat)\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  (Koopsta Knicca:)\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n  Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  (T-Rock)\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n  (MC Mack)\n  I woke up early Saturday morning,\n  Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\n  Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a livin', neh nigga,\n  Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\n  You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason,\n  Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\n  Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\n  And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\n  Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":27903268,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","trackName":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","artistName":"Three 6 Mafia","albumName":"When the Smoke Clears","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(DJ Paul)\nFinally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\nNiggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\nFrom hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\nAnd you know what that mean bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n(Project Pat)\nCall a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\nWeed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\nCane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\nIf you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\nDro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\nHit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\nBlood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\nCome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n(Lord Infamous)\nFirst crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\nYou slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\nDa End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\nThe Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\nWe brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\nIn crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\nHypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\nSixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n(Juicy J)\nI got a 357, a tec with a black clip\nA 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\nSome killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\nA fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\nAnd now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\nAnd now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\nThe smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\nThe grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\nMafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n(Cruchy Black)\nYou can believe this, you can believe that\nAnd believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\nYou believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\nYou believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\nYou half steppin'I got the weapon\nBoom! Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n(La Chat)\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n(Koopsta Knicca:)\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\nYou can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\nWanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\nSee now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n(T-Rock)\nCapital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\nTerrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\nNo set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\nNuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\nHow in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\nToss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\nHollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\nPlus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n(MC Mack)\nI woke up early Saturday morning,\nSuddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\nThinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\nGot MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\nAnd pay a livin', neh nigga,\nGon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\nYou can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\nYou can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\nFuck the reason, and the treason,\nTime to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\nYou was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n(DJ Paul)\nBitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\nDon't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\nComin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\nHit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\nBlastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\nKoop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\nAnd I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\nTaught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\nGive you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\nTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\nAnd I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\nPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\nBitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nWhat, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S.\n  artist: Three 6 Mafia\n  album: When the Smoke Clears\n  duration_ms: 295000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\n  Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  (Project Pat)\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  (Lord Infamous)\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\n  In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\n  Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\n  Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n  (Juicy J)\n  I got a 357, a tec with a black clip\n  A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\n  Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\n  A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\n  And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\n  And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\n  The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\n  The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n  (Cruchy Black)\n  You can believe this, you can believe that\n  And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\n  You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\n  You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\n  You half steppin'I got the weapon\n  Boom! Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  (La Chat)\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  (Koopsta Knicca:)\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n  Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  (T-Rock)\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n  (MC Mack)\n  I woke up early Saturday morning,\n  Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\n  Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a livin', neh nigga,\n  Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\n  You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason,\n  Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\n  Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\n  And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\n  Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":39854260,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S. - Hypnotize Camp Posse","trackName":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S. - Hypnotize Camp Posse","artistName":"Three 6 Mafia","albumName":"When the Smoke Clears: Sixty 6, Sixty 1","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Finally, I got all real niggas on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\nNiggas that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\nFrom hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\nAnd you know what that mean bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\nMakin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\nCall a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\nWeed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\nCane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\nIf you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger\nDro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\nHit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\nBlood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\nCome with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\nFirst crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\nYou slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\nDa End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\nThe Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\nWe brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\nIn crime, reminds, CrazyNDaLazDayz\nHypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\nSixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\nI got a 357, a tec with a black clip\nA 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\nSome killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\nA fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\nAnd now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\nAnd now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\nThe smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\nThe grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors\n\nThe first one to bust his gun, hollow tips come by the ton\nTwo AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggas bodies numb\nI don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go\nAnd 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA!\nPicture me, naked face, to kickin' in your door\n4, niggas deep, bandanas with black calicos\nSo, when we creep, drop cause I'mma hit you nine times\nTake your nine lives, Young Buck and Hypnotize your mind, blow\n\nYou can believe this, you can believe that\nAnd believe I got a baseball bat\nAnd I'm bustin' your head black\nYou believe I'm comin' strong\nYou believe I'm all grown\nYou believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\nYou half steppin' I got the weapon Boom! Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch\nAin't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise\nJust throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide\nWith the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do\nTo show you who the fuck number one\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth\nGotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come\nThat ain't gon' be easy\n\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me ho\nBecause the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this\nMan you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do it take your time and do it right\nYou can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\nWanna fight about your friends\nSee how them bitches gon' start\nSee now that's that type of shit\nThat get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\nCapital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\nTerrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\nNo set a niggas got guns equivalent to what we pack\nNuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\nHow in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\nToss that bitch over the bannister, like trash canisters\nHollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\nPlus I'll be storin' the cap for you when drinkin' Absolute\n\nI woke up early Saturday morning, cellullar phone was ringin' off the charger\nThinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch, a cop, or is it them robbers?\nPlottin' MC Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\nAnd pay a lemon lame nigga no part of my cheese, gon' reach the ceilling fan\nYou can catch my in that purple that thang, on gizold when you see me\nYou can joke me and provoke me, best believe you'll bleed this evenin'\nFuck the reason, and the treason, when it's time to get dirty nigga bet I'll pop it\nYou was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\nThis bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\nDon't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\nComin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\nHit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\nBlastin' like some rondo batays, for you mayatez\nKoop with double clicks and duct tape, and wicked wizays\nAnna I prefer it, keep me busy in my free time\nTaught 'em in that buried unknown, they want a reason why\nGive you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right\nTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\nAnd I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\nPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n\nBitch, nigga, it's CP nigga\nHCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nWhat, what, it's 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numb\n[01:38.50]I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go\n[01:41.71]And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA!\n[01:45.32]Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your door\n[01:48.43]4, niggas deep, bandanas with black calicos\n[01:51.09]So, when we creep, drop cause I'mma hit you nine times\n[01:54.28]Take your nine lives, Young Buck and Hypnotize your mind, blow\n[01:57.57]You can believe this, you can believe that\n[02:00.05]And believe I got a baseball bat\n[02:02.20]And I'm bustin' your head black\n[02:03.93]You believe I'm comin' strong\n[02:05.44]You believe I'm all grown\n[02:06.96]You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\n[02:10.09]You half steppin' I got the weapon Boom! 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that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\n  In crime, reminds, CrazyNDaLazDayz\n  Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\n  Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n  I got a 357, a tec with a black clip\n  A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\n  Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\n  A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\n  And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\n  And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\n  The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\n  The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors\n\n  The first one to bust his gun, hollow tips come by the ton\n  Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggas bodies numb\n  I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go\n  And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA!\n  Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your door\n  4, niggas deep, bandanas with black calicos\n  So, when we creep, drop cause I'mma hit you nine times\n  Take your nine lives, Young Buck and Hypnotize your mind, blow\n\n  You can believe this, you can 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Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch\n  Ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise\n  Just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide\n  With the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do\n  To show you who the fuck number one\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth\n  Gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come\n  That ain't gon' be easy\n\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me ho\n  Because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this\n  Man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do it take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n  Wanna fight about your friends\n  See how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit\n  That get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggas got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the bannister, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you when drinkin' Absolute\n\n  I woke up early Saturday morning, cellullar phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch, a cop, or is it them robbers?\n  Plottin' MC Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a lemon lame nigga no part of my cheese, gon' reach the ceilling fan\n  You can catch my in that purple that thang, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me and provoke me, best believe you'll bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason, when it's time to get dirty nigga bet I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  This bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you mayatez\n  Koop with double clicks and duct tape, and wicked wizays\n  Anna I prefer it, keep me busy in my free time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they want a reason why\n  Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga\n  HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga\n  HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":5754223,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S. 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Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n(La Chat)\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n(Koopsta Knicca:)\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\nYou can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\nWanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\nSee now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n(T-Rock)\nCapital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\nTerrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\nNo set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\nNuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\nHow in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\nToss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\nHollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\nPlus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n(MC Mack)\nI woke up early Saturday morning,\nSuddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\nThinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\nGot MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\nAnd pay a livin', neh nigga,\nGon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\nYou can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\nYou can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\nFuck the reason, and the treason,\nTime to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\nYou was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n(DJ Paul)\nBitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\nDon't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\nComin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\nHit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\nBlastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\nKoop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\nAnd I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\nTaught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\nGive you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\nTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\nAnd I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\nPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\nBitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nWhat, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S. 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Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  (La Chat)\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  (Koopsta Knicca:)\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n  Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  (T-Rock)\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n  (MC Mack)\n  I woke up early Saturday morning,\n  Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\n  Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a livin', neh nigga,\n  Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\n  You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason,\n  Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\n  Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\n  And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\n  Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":16628648,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S. 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Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n(La Chat)\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n(Koopsta Knicca:)\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\nYou can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\nWanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\nSee now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n(T-Rock)\nCapital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\nTerrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\nNo set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\nNuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\nHow in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\nToss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\nHollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\nPlus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n(MC Mack)\nI woke up early Saturday morning,\nsuddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\nThinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\nGot MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\nAnd pay a livin', neh nigga,\ngon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\nYou can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\nYou can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\nFuck the reason, and the treason,\ntime to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\nYou was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n(DJ Paul)\nBitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\nDon't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\nComin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\nHit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\nBlastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\nKoop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\nAnd I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\nTaught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\nGive you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\nTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\nAnd I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\nPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\nBitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nWhat, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S. 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Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  (La Chat)\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  (Koopsta Knicca:)\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n  Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  (T-Rock)\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n  (MC Mack)\n  I woke up early Saturday morning,\n  suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\n  Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a livin', neh nigga,\n  gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\n  You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason,\n  time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\n  Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\n  And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\n  Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":10062430,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S. 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Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n(La Chat)\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n(Koopsta Knicca:)\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\nYou can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\nWanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\nSee now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n(T-Rock)\nCapital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\nTerrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\nNo set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\nNuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\nHow in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\nToss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\nHollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\nPlus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n(MC Mack)\nI woke up early Saturday morning,\nsuddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\nThinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\nGot MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\nAnd pay a livin', neh nigga,\ngon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\nYou can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\nYou can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\nFuck the reason, and the treason,\ntime to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\nYou was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n(DJ Paul)\nBitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\nDon't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\nComin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\nHit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\nBlastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\nKoop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\nAnd I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\nTaught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\nGive you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\nTake you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\nAnd I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\nPlus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\nBitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nWhat, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\nIt's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S. (Remix)\n  artist: Three 6 Mafia\n  album: 'Underground, Vol. 3: Kings Of Memphis'\n  duration_ms: 308000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song\n  Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  (Project Pat)\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  (Lord Infamous)\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind\n  In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz\n  Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate\n  Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n  (Juicy J)\n  I got a 357, a tec with a black clip\n  A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips\n  Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\n  A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\n  And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\n  And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\n  The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\n  The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool\n\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n  Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya\n\n  (Cruchy Black)\n  You can believe this, you can believe that\n  And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black\n  You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown\n  You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\n  You half steppin'I got the weapon\n  Boom! Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  (La Chat)\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  (Koopsta Knicca:)\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do i, t take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n  Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  (T-Rock)\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute\n\n  (MC Mack)\n  I woke up early Saturday morning,\n  suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers\n  Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a livin', neh nigga,\n  gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan\n  You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason,\n  time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  (DJ Paul)\n  Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you miatays\n  Koop with double clicks and duck tape, and wicked wizays\n  And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why\n  Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  It's CP nigga it's CP nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":32627707,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S. 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Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch\nAin't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise\nJust throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide\nWith the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do\nTo show you who the fuck number one\n\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth\nGotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come\nLa Chat ain't gone easy\n\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me hoe\nBecause the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this\nMan you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do it take your time and do it 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Niggas that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the chapter two to end the phase, our mind\n 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Niggas that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the chapter two to end the phase, our mind\n 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Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch\n  Ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise\n  Just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide\n  With the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do\n  To show you who the fuck number one\n\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth\n  Gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come\n  La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me hoe\n  Because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this\n  Man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do it take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n\n  Wanna fight about your friends\n  See how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit\n  That get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggas got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the bannister, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you when drinkin' Absolute\n\n  I woke up early Saturday morning, cellullar phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch, a cop, or is it them robbers?\n  Plottin' MC Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a lemon lame nigga no part of my cheese, gon' reach the ceilling fan\n  You can catch my in that purple that thang, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me and provoke me, best believe you'll bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason, when it's time to get dirty nigga bet I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  This bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, hoe\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, 'cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you mayatez\n  Koop with double clicks and duct tape, and wicked wizays\n  Anna I prefer it, keep me busy in my free time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they want a reason why\n\n  Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga\n  HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga\n  HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"},{"id":26295146,"name":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","trackName":"M.E.M.P.H.I.S.","artistName":"Three 6 Mafia; 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Boom!\nI'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\nI love to kill, I love the thrill\nAnd I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\nNo no, come, come and get this bitch\nAin't got no time fo no shit\nGot all my boys, don't make no noise\nJust throw that trick in the ditch\nIt ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide\nWith the shit that you done\nI got my piece for what I do\nTo show you who the fuck number one\n\nI shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\nIt ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\nThis ain't no crap, I speak the truth\nGotta come too thick to get me\nOn one of you hoes, before you come\nLa Chat ain't gone easy\n\nMan a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\nGet the fuck away from me hoe\nBecause the crew can't stand them vapors\nTake her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\nTalkin' that shit about this\nMan you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\nYeah we can do it take your time and do it 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Boom!\n[02:13.25] I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n[02:16.34] I love to kill, I love the thrill\n[02:19.13] And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n[02:21.94] No no, come, come and get this bitch\n[02:23.50] Ain't got no time fo no shit\n[02:24.91] Got all my boys, don't make no noise\n[02:26.61] Just throw that trick in the ditch\n[02:28.13] It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide\n[02:30.13] With the shit that you done\n[02:31.09] I got my piece for what I do\n[02:32.99] To show you who the fuck number one\n[02:34.27] I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n[02:37.35] It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n[02:40.40] This ain't no crap, I speak the truth\n[02:42.43] Gotta come too thick to get me\n[02:43.35] On one of you hoes, before you come\n[02:45.26] La Chat ain't gone easy\n[02:47.19] Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n[02:50.19] Get the fuck away from me hoe\n[02:51.60] Because the crew can't stand them vapors\n[02:53.49] Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n[02:56.57] Talkin' that shit about this\n[02:57.55] Man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n[03:00.30] Yeah we can do it take your time and do it right\n[03:02.80] You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n[03:05.74] Wanna fight about your friends\n[03:07.40] See how them bitches gon' start\n[03:08.76] See now that's that type of shit\n[03:10.30] That get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n[03:12.68] Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n[03:15.70] Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n[03:18.85] No set a niggas got guns equivalent to what we pack\n[03:21.71] Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n[03:24.92] How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n[03:27.90] Toss that bitch over the bannister, like trash canisters\n[03:30.82] Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n[03:33.92] Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you when drinkin' Absolute\n[03:37.31] I woke up early Saturday morning, cellullar phone was ringin' off the charger\n[03:39.53] Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch, a cop, or is it them robbers?\n[03:42.56] Plottin' MC Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n[03:46.40] And pay a lemon lame nigga no part of my cheese, gon' reach the ceilling fan\n[03:49.72] You can catch my in that purple that thang, on gizold when you see me\n[03:52.52] You can joke me and provoke me, best believe you'll bleed this evenin'\n[03:55.65] Fuck the reason, and the treason, when it's time to get dirty nigga bet I'll pop it\n[03:58.82] You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n[04:01.56] This bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n[04:04.31] Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, hoe\n[04:07.99] Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n[04:10.76] Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, 'cause I desp-iz-ise\n[04:13.99] Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you mayatez\n[04:16.99] Koop with double clicks and duct tape, and wicked wizays\n[04:20.15] Anna I prefer it, keep me busy in my free time\n[04:23.54] Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they want a reason why\n[04:26.34] Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right\n[04:29.44] Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n[04:32.44] And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n[04:35.58] Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n[04:39.85] Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga\n[04:42.92] HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n[04:46.18] What, what, it's CP nigga\n[04:49.22] HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n[04:50.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S.\n  artist: Three 6 Mafia; 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Niggas that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the chapter two to end the phase, our mind\n 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your mind, blow\n\n  You can believe this, you can believe that\n  And believe I got a baseball bat\n  And I'm bustin' your head black\n  You believe I'm comin' strong\n  You believe I'm all grown\n  You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\n  You half steppin' I got the weapon Boom! 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Boom!\n[02:13.25] I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n[02:16.34] I love to kill, I love the thrill\n[02:19.13] And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n[02:21.94] No no, come, come and get this bitch\n[02:23.50] Ain't got no time fo no shit\n[02:24.91] Got all my boys, don't make no noise\n[02:26.61] Just throw that trick in the ditch\n[02:28.13] It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide\n[02:30.13] With the shit that you done\n[02:31.09] I got my piece for what I do\n[02:32.99] To show you who the fuck number one\n[02:34.27] I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n[02:37.35] It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n[02:40.40] This ain't no crap, I speak the truth\n[02:42.43] Gotta come too thick to get me\n[02:43.35] On one of you hoes, before you come\n[02:45.26] La Chat ain't gone easy\n[02:47.19] Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n[02:50.19] Get the fuck away from me hoe\n[02:51.60] Because the crew can't stand them vapors\n[02:53.49] Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n[02:56.57] Talkin' that shit about this\n[02:57.55] Man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n[03:00.30] Yeah we can do it take your time and do it right\n[03:02.80] You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n[03:05.74] Wanna fight about your friends\n[03:07.40] See how them bitches gon' start\n[03:08.76] See now that's that type of shit\n[03:10.30] That get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n[03:12.68] Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n[03:15.70] Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n[03:18.85] No set a niggas got guns equivalent to what we pack\n[03:21.71] Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n[03:24.92] How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n[03:27.90] Toss that bitch over the bannister, like trash canisters\n[03:30.82] Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n[03:33.92] Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you when drinkin' Absolute\n[03:37.31] I woke up early Saturday morning, cellullar phone was ringin' off the charger\n[03:39.53] Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch, a cop, or is it them robbers?\n[03:42.56] Plottin' MC Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n[03:46.40] And pay a lemon lame nigga no part of my cheese, gon' reach the ceilling fan\n[03:49.72] You can catch my in that purple that thang, on gizold when you see me\n[03:52.52] You can joke me and provoke me, best believe you'll bleed this evenin'\n[03:55.65] Fuck the reason, and the treason, when it's time to get dirty nigga bet I'll pop it\n[03:58.82] You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n[04:01.56] This bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n[04:04.31] Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, hoe\n[04:07.99] Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n[04:10.76] Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, 'cause I desp-iz-ise\n[04:13.99] Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you mayatez\n[04:16.99] Koop with double clicks and duct tape, and wicked wizays\n[04:20.15] Anna I prefer it, keep me busy in my free time\n[04:23.54] Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they want a reason why\n[04:26.34] Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right\n[04:29.44] Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n[04:32.44] And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n[04:35.58] Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n[04:39.85] Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga\n[04:42.92] HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n[04:46.18] What, what, it's CP nigga\n[04:49.22] HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n[04:50.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.E.M.P.H.I.S. 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Niggas that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads\n  (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)\n  From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga\n  And you know what that mean bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch\n  Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga\n\n  Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga\n  Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga\n  Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya\n  If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger\n  Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack\n  Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack\n  Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion\n  Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'\n\n  First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime\n  You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine\n  Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse\n  The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide\n  We brutal, the chapter two to end the phase, our mind\n  In crime, reminds, CrazyNDaLazDayz\n  Hypnotize, and blazed another gold plate\n  66, 61, The Smoke Clears, evaporate\n\n  I got a 357, a tec with a black clip\n  A hndred and eighty pounds witha fist that will bust lips\n  Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get\n  A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'\n  And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit\n  And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss\n  The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth\n  The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors\n\n  The first one to bust his gun, hollow tips come by the ton\n  Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggas bodies numb\n  I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go\n  And six shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA!\n  Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in your door\n  Four niggas deep, bandanas with black calicos\n  So, when we creep, drop 'cause I'mma hit you nine times\n  Take your nine lives, Young Buck and Hypnotize your mind, blow\n\n  You can believe this, you can believe that\n  And believe I got a baseball bat\n  And I'm bustin' your head black\n  You believe I'm comin' strong\n  You believe I'm all grown\n  You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on\n  You half steppin' I got the weapon Boom! Boom!\n  I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that\n  I love to kill, I love the thrill\n  And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga\n\n  No no, come, come and get this bitch\n  Ain't got no time fo no shit\n  Got all my boys, don't make no noise\n  Just throw that trick in the ditch\n  It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide\n  With the shit that you done\n  I got my piece for what I do\n  To show you who the fuck number one\n\n  I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart\n  It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw\n  This ain't no crap, I speak the truth\n  Gotta come too thick to get me\n  On one of you hoes, before you come\n  La Chat ain't gone easy\n\n  Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers\n  Get the fuck away from me hoe\n  Because the crew can't stand them vapors\n  Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch\n  Talkin' that shit about this\n  Man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits\n  Yeah we can do it take your time and do it right\n  You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night\n\n  Wanna fight about your friends\n  See how them bitches gon' start\n  See now that's that type of shit\n  That get my muh'fuckin' dick hard\n\n  Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition\n  Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition\n  No set a niggas got guns equivalent to what we pack\n  Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats\n  How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager\n  Toss that bitch over the bannister, like trash canisters\n  Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot\n  Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you when drinkin' Absolute\n\n  I woke up early Saturday morning, cellullar phone was ringin' off the charger\n  Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch, a cop, or is it them robbers?\n  Plottin' MC Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends\n  And pay a lemon lame nigga no part of my cheese, gon' reach the ceilling fan\n  You can catch my in that purple that thang, on gizold when you see me\n  You can joke me and provoke me, best believe you'll bleed this evenin'\n  Fuck the reason, and the treason, when it's time to get dirty nigga bet I'll pop it\n  You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze\n\n  This bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke\n  Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, hoe\n  Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's\n  Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, 'cause I desp-iz-ise\n  Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you mayatez\n  Koop with double clicks and duct tape, and wicked wizays\n  Anna I prefer it, keep me busy in my free time\n  Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they want a reason why\n\n  Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right\n  Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight\n  And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that\n  Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that\n  Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga\n  HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n  What, what, it's CP nigga\n  HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga\n"}]