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Three 6 Mafia I Aint Goin Here are the song lyrics for I Aint Goin by Three 6 Mafia. For more excellent Three 6 Mafia lyrics, run a search! (lord infamous) Sound the alarm Infamous comes From the slums Lookin them done Within they pump Cough the thoughts Bitches are numb Niggas they run All of my guns Droppin a fuss Filish the wound Bitches are doom At high noon Billy the kid Splatter his wig Without a clue Niggas get blue Off they shoes Whats up dead fool I got my tools Dont get the rules Its up to you What will you do Here comes the rat Here comes the tat Hit em with bats Chop off they ass Blow up the gats Dont hit a mack Infamous packed Down for a jack Ready to buck Wantin to fuck Testin my nuts You will get stuck Down in the rut Fillin the slugs Empty your gut All on the rug (? ) dug All on my mug They will pay When Im comin with the shanks And my dank And the chains (koopsta knicca) Fallin up and down the street Lookin for some shit to creep Niggas knowin my bogus tags And they pull up they gangsta setts They knowin bout my roll Part of robbin niggas who thinkin they hard And dumpin trick in a ditch Thats my hobby cause I aint ready In the bushes where I hang But you want to be a wild thang And throw yo ass up in my face Now I got your little monkey ass No Im not a scapula So try to break it off with the rest of your dough (? ) the rest of yo bag (? ? ? ) Which will die or bleed elite Watch yo body hit the street (? ) they say where you lay No one knows your damn face But I do and thats a fact Come play the game of pitty pat I thought you on the railroad track Slice yo head and leave you dead Chorus Im takin care of my mothafuckin business I aint goin bitch Savin none of ya hoes and I never be... (juicy "j") Aint no fuckin negotiatin When the nines cocked Dont get yourself in a situation Straight to a pinebox I think its time for meditation To all this crime stop Three 6 known for demonstratin For makin bodies drop Sometimes its like Im in a movie Like the movie scream These niggas dont say nothing to me Cause I be lookin mean And if you stick a knife right through me Cut through my bloodstream You hoes ass niggas better kill me Cuase fool this aint no dream Im comin for you like Im crazy Straight out the institution Like a mafia member pay me They know there nothin to it To leave my house lazy And throw her in a sewer The 97 you cant fade me When I got something to do with it (dj paul) Now we got some killas in the house When you claim you couldnt tell Do I need to leave it here? (buck, buck, buck) To leave your ass convinced Or do we need to put some kick dose on you fucky hoes Mack 10s and 12s rebel We got this under control And when we call this type of deal Its a splash party When them brains
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