[Monoxide Child]
Psychopathic
Twiztid and Blaze running with a motherfucking hatchet
And only the Three-6 could match it
So uh, tell me where it`s at
[Jamie Madrox]
Now where it`s going down?
Now where it`s at home boy?
(What? What, what?!?)
Now where it`s going down?
Now where it`s at home boy?
(What? What, what?!?)
[Jamie Madrox]
I ain`t the type to ask questions
I`m the type of motherfucker ready to trip
On anyone or anything all for the fuck of it
We be the underground, we stay beneath
And suffocate hoes like you while y`all asleep
Now where it`s going down, right here, right now
And everybody on the North, East, West and South
Y`all better get it up, y`all better represent this shit
Twiztid, Triple-6 and Blaze, you can`t fuck with it
[Juicy J]
You know I ride with the ? cocked
Quick to make your brain pop
Memphis, Tenny, rollin` dirty
Police and a road block
Niggas have to swallow drugs
Niggas have to fake they mug
Niggas put they seat belt on
Cut on the fucking cellular-phone
On the top, we mob like Gotti
Sippin` on subjects, havin` a party
If you wanna cross the Three-6
Seperate your soul from body
Wrap your mouth with duct tape nigga
We ain`t gonna hope you figure
Where the cats done hid the stash
Or I`ll have to pull this trigga
[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)
[Now where it`s going down?]
[Now where it`s at home boy?]
(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)
[Now where it`s going down?]
[Now where it`s at home boy?]
(Represent it `til the day that I die, for life boy)
[Blaze]
Now where it`s at? (drive-by!)
Motherfuckers claiming to be thugs
Can`t see me on shit
Wit` chop and bananna clips
I been dead, been back (it`s like that)
Ridin` dirty wit` a birdie
And a throw-away in the hatchback (whooo!)
Bitch, where ya black-sack?
By any means trying to elevate
Never underestimate the contact (don`t do it!)
I put down on the map
Twiztid, Triple 6, and Blaze
Go and ask them where it`s at
[Gangsta Boo]
I took a ?
Yo, I like to split bitches` wigs
Split them to the white, fuckin` kidnap ya kids
Take that niggas wife, psych, lock you in the trunk
Get so fuckin` pumped, nigga, Gangsta Boo is crunk
What you niggas know about them Calicoes and Glocks?
Shit that go pop, nigga, burnin` up ya block
Fuck the fuckin` cops, call `em, I don`t give a fuck
Leave you in the mud, motherfucker, nigga what?
[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)
[Now where it`s going down?]
[Now where it`s at home boy?]
(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)
[Now where it`s going down?]
[Now where it`s at home boy?]
(Represent it `til the day that I die, for life boy)
[DJ Paul]
Let me get a nigga comin` straight wit` black-b-black haze
Fuck it, I be ???, get-ge-get sprayed
Niggas` eyes wide shut, they never see me comin`
Into the back, gun bangs to the chest, when I`m gunnin`
Jiggy-jack, ??? in my car
Haters keep on acting stupid but they can`t get that far
Gotta drive around the world if you trying to hang wit` stars
Fuckin` niggas be my smoke, fuckin` niggas be my heart
[Monoxide Child]
Watch you lookin` at?
I can call it from here
Been underground wit` the dirt in my eyes for many years
Do the math motherfucker
You can`t see the mix
We don`t die, we multiply wit` the Triple-6
Merciless, territory worldwide
Ridin` down your bitch-ass block, bumpin` Drive-By
Blowin` up your High Rise
We leave you trapped in the rubble
Fuckin` wit` us is just trouble
[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)
[Now where it`s going down?]
[Now where it`s at home boy?]
(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)
[Now where it`s going down?]
[Now where it`s at home boy?]
(Represent it `til the day that I die, for life boy)
[Lord Infamous]
Gotta get it ghetto, drop the flower petal
Pop the pistol metal, Rip one wit` me
Drop `em in the meadow, fuckin` wit` the devil
Cold, but they call me Lord
Coked out, very paranoid
Orgys in the morn
When Three-6 is on the vocal chord
Marijuana scorched, like a torch
Full of intercourse
You will feel the force
When the Triple-6 is on the swarm
You don`t wanna play in here
Infamous, I`m droppin` shells
Tie you to the rail
Bitch, I`ll help you make that fuckin` smell
[Anybody Killa]
From a gangstas point of veiw
I`m asking you, how does it feel?
To have the will to grab the steal
And shoot until you kill
Anybody Killa`s feelin` twisted wit` the Three-6
Drive-By, finger on the trigger, I`m addicted
Where`s it goin` down?
I guess right here, so where ya at?
Runnin` wit` a hatchet, Phantoms floatin` in the back
We put it down for the psycho motherfuckers all around
Bumpin` underground, everytime we seem to be in town
[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)
[Now where it`s going down?]
[Now where it`s at home boy?]
(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)
[Now where it`s going down?]
[Now where it`s at home boy?]
(Represent it `til the day that I die, for life boy)
[Now where it`s going down?]
[Now where it`s at home boy?]
(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)
[Now where it`s going down?]
[Now where it`s at home boy?]
(Represent it `til the day that I die, for life boy)
