Most Known Unknown

Three 6 Mafia
Album: Most Known Unknown (2005)
Copyright Sony Records
Track: Stay Fly (feat. Young Buck, 8 Ball & MJG)
Lyrics:
[Chorus:]
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I

[Verse 1 - Juicy J]
Call me the juice and you know Imma stunt
Ride in the car with some bump in the trunk
Tone in my lap and you know it's the pump
Breaking down the good weed rolling the blunt
Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the man
Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chains
Riding through the hood got me gripping the grain
And I'm sipping the same while I'm changing the lanes
Eyes real tight cause I'm choking the creep
Vision messed up cause I'm drinking the lean
Messing with D boys riding them big toys
Make your main gal wanna get on my team
She gotta give it up before she get in my car
I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star
Cause when I'm in the club I be back in the far in the VIP part everybody in the bar

[Verse 2 - DJ Paul]
DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust
You leave your green around me
Nigga your green gonna get lit up
You leave your drink around me
Believe your drink gonna get drunk up
You leave your girl around me
And she bet she gonna get stuffed
These niggas is spies we living it live keep them nice tires
Riding around what they like
Make a couple of nuns a couple of dimes
It's purple purp purple purp purple and swallow it down
with the yurple yip yurple yip yurples
It's going down!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt
Let's get high nigga smoke us one
Car pull out the phantom
Niggas can't stand it but them hoes gon' come out
Just really wanna smoke my weed
Fuck these hoes and Stack My G's
Stop at the light and pause on 3
Hit the mall and it be all on me
But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po
Close the window when I roll the indo
Know they mad cause I roll the benzo
It's that purple not pretendo
Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks
So when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key
I just might not bring my own
Cause them niggas still let me smoke for free

[Verse 4 - Crunchy Black]
What's up Mary! How you doing?
Mary Jane stanky nigga
Since I have met you girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain)
You stole my heart (You stole my heart)
Right from the start (Right from the start)
So I broke you down lil mama put you in a gar (in a gar)

[Chorus]

[Verse 5 - 8Ball]
Front row full of that dro
Leave the club full of rolls 8 mo
Yo girlfriend wanna ride with me
In the car wit a pimp where she supposed ta be
You ain't met no dudes spitting cold as me
With a bag of kush that cost six-fifty
Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller
Coughing and choking constantly
Tastes like fruit when you hit it
Gotta have bread to get it
Smoke all night, sleep all day
That to me the American way
Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that shit out slow
Then pass it to me bro

[Verse 6 - MJG]
MJ gonna sprinkle in some of that super incredible
Have a nigga running back
Where the nigga really good sticky number at
Cutting through the cigarillo like a lumberjack
In the morning what I need is to breath again a whole lot of weed
But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees
DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don't give a fuck
We must represent this Tennessee
We drink a whole lot of Hennessey
Nigga got a little hair on his chest
And we be like Bill Clinton girl take it out ya mouth
We'll shoot it down right on yo chest

[Fade Out...]
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I!!

Three 6 Mafia
Album: Most Known Unknown (2005)
Copyright Sony Records
Track: Roll With It (ft. Project Pat)
Lyrics:
[Juicy J]
Let me chirp these fools

Juice got weed Juice got pills
Juice got the work on the corner cutting deals
Juice know you haters out there snitching ain't for real
So Juice got some gang niggas down for the kill
Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field
We never had a job but we sitting on a mill
We ball out in the club wit our niggas staying trill
We never wrote a check just them big face bills
A player drinking Makers Marka, cranberry vodka
Wearing a mink coat thats furry as Chewbacca
I saw ya main girl and a player had to stop her
Her name wasn't Silkk but her face was The Shocker
The feds taking pictures of us balling but I got 'em
A 7 footer hole for his body we gonna drop 'em
We always on the grind we be watching when they watching
And when they turn they back its the clucka-clucka-rock 'em yeah!

[Chorus - Project Pat x2]
If you boys got beef we can (roll wit it)
In the club or the street we can (go wit it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow wit it}
Crack his head wit a gun (I'ma sho split it)

[DJ Paul]
We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests
Them three fifty seven titanium Smith-N-Wess
And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust
You gonna have hell if you fuck wit us and thats whats up
The whole club we maintain
These hydrashock bullets mushroom in ya brain
We in bed with the med we give 'em something to do
Cause clown ass niggas love to act a fool

[Crunchy Blac]
My hood is real nigga my hood ain't fake
My hood is home nigga everything straight
My hood will rob you with mask on they face
My hood will do it to put food on they plate
My hood ain't tame dog they wanna jump fool
My hood they hang together they all jump you
And if you don't believe me then come to my hood
And you will see that it ain't all good

[Chorus - Project Pat x2]

Three 6 Mafia
Album: Most Known Unknown (2005)
Copyright Sony Records
Track: Don't Violate (feat. Frayser Boy)
Lyrics:
[Intro] {How many, how many talk that shit} [repeated throughout the intro]
Three 6 Mafia
Frayser Boy
Yeah, yeah it's going down
You know what I'm sayin'?
A lot of times we use the word bitch
That goes for niggaz and hoes
Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullshit
Here's what you do

[Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)]
Put your foot up they ass (what)
Foot up they ass (what)
If these bitches actin' bad
Put your foot up they ass (yep) [2x]
And tell that hoe (Don't violate me hoe, don't violate) [4x]

[DJ Paul]
Now niggaz man they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy
You boys is fakers, nothin' but carbon copies
When we step up in the club, niggaz they play dead
'Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said
It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some motherfuckin' hugs
Y'all niggaz nicer than grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs
Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club
I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this bitch WHAT!

[Juicy J]
I aint playin' wit' you niggaz
I'll put my hands on you niggaz
My foot will stand on you niggaz
I thought you knew we pull triggers
So why you testin' me bitches
You must be tryin' to get stitches
All on your forehead, you're cold dead
For fuckin' wit' pimpin'
I'll take the back of a gun
Hit you, you startin' to run
Split you wit' two fuckin' halves
You mad runnin' your tongue
I ain't no hoe that be likin'
Bustin' and fightin' and bitin'
I'm like a Tennessee Titan
Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' bitch!

[Hook]

[Crunchy Black]
See I'm quick wit' the pistols
Shootin', ain't missin'
If I catch you slippin' then I'm going to get you mister
I ain't gon' miss ya
I'ma go and split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no pictures
Talk that shit bro
Told you I'ma get ya
Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol
Yea' I do it big, shit I'm playin' wit' your sister
Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard

[Frayser Boy]
Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath
Fuckin' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death
Real niggaz, yeah we is, you can come and find out
Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what my mind 'bout
Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone
'Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it's on
Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy's ten toed
Leave his ass in the past nigga like Nintendo, whoa

[Hook]

Three 6 Mafia
Album: Most Known Unknown (2005)
Copyright Sony Records
Track: Swervin (feat. Mike Jones & Paul Wall)
Lyrics:
[Chorus x2 (Mike Jones & Paul Wall samples)]
I Keep purple stuff all in my cup, 84's when I'm rollin' up
I got them TV screens fallin' down
I Keep purple stuff all in my cup, 84's when I'm rollin' up
Gettin' high ridin' ripped swervin' side to side

[Juicy J]
Gettin' high ridin' ripped swervin' side to side
On a Sunday afternoon you can see it in my eyes
I been cheifin' like an Indian player this the shit
Ridin' down to the park strip holla'n at a bitch
Put your foot on the brakes then hit the gas and make it flick
Then watch the hoes start lookin' but they can't off in my tint
Cause' its some players out this motherfucker ridin' in the backseat
But before you wanna' get off in my whip you gotta suck me

[Crunchy Blac]
You got me leainin' to the right you got me leanin' to the left
I done sipped so much syrrrp I might not think I need some help
You mix three fuckin' hoes and a two litre of player
Then you better go get you a freaky little girl
You ask her "Does she smoke weed" and that bicth holla "yes"
She pulled out some cigars and some weed with pruple haze
Then my kinfolks call and say that he got purple drank
And I turned that fuckin' corner headed to the purple drank

[Chorus x2]

[DJ Paul]
(I got, I got) I got them 28's on the Chevy sittin' so high
The plastic cups in the cup holder's gettin' dry
And before I see the bottom ima holla at LL
Cause that means I need a R-E-F-I-L-L
From the, bottom to top nuthin', but that thick
I got, a thick bitch playin', with my dick
And she, done got lit, now she, curious
She lookin' at my dollar wantin' to take a hit
You know, I'm passin' it, long as you actin' right
If she get gonzo im'a smack the daylight
Clean up out the hoe, kick her out the do'
Call up "get high" Chris, go and get some mo'

[Chorus x2]

[Sample Playing]
"Gettin' high ridin' ripped swervin' side to side"

Three 6 Mafia
Album: Most Known Unknown (2005)
Copyright Sony Records
Track: Knock tha Black Off Yo Ass (feat. Project Pat)
Lyrics:
[Hook 2x]
It ain't no bitch in my blood nigga its nothing but thug [2x]
I'lll knock tha black off yo ass [4x]

[Project Pat] {North North} [repeated throughout verse]
The main nigga on the block where it's hot talking shit
I be the main motherfucker somewhere dead in a ditch
Bullet lead to his broke leg two off in his head
Was he scared then hit the man 'cause of what he said
Copastead I be copastatic means I'm to the good
Copper lead in my automatic when I'm in your 'hood
Wish you would try to flex dog pistol in my drawers
Hollywood North Memphis dog motherfuck the laws
Kept it real from the jump street still lookin' up to me
Out your grill bustin' wit' the heat off of the concrete
Blow your toes bloody out your nose got the body cold
Guy's will roll you to hospital full of hollow holes
Check 'em in with a sheisty grin you get out this cab
You gon' hand me some damn ends break yourself for dad
Doin' bad but I'm not for long my nigga it's on
When I shoot with this fuckin' tone you is gon' be gone

[Hook 2x]

[Juicy J] {North North} [Repeated throughtout verse]
(Mmmhmm)
10 g's will get your ass blown off
Have your mama boohooin' and your daddy and your mother in law (mmmhmmm)
20 g's will get your ass chopped up
By some rendevue barbecue tips we don't give a fuck (mmmhmm)
30 g's will get you thrown in a river
Splittin' wit' your nigga he'd probably ride wit' her (mmhmm)
50 g's will get you cold taken out
Niggaz mention your name they say "Man we don't know what you talkin'
'bout" (mmmhmm)
You can get your ass pistolwhipped with a nine or a .45 or a henny dip
We fight dirty till we die nigga get your throat slit
Then we stomp you to the ground and then we throw your arm a clip
We don't give a fuck

[Hook 2x]

[Crunchy Black]
You can talk about this you can talk about that
But if I catch you talkin' I'ma beat you wit' a bat
Do you something wrong nigga how you like that
I thought I saw a puttycat I thought I saw a cat
Peepin' my goods try'na see my stash
But if I catch you peepin' nigga that's your ass
You the type of nigga that'll keep coming back
So I'ma gon' kill you leave you dead where you at

[DJ Paul]
I think they better call Bush 'cause it's a national disaster
When I unleash my pistolgrip Bushmaster
Ring the alarm I got double charms
100 round spinnin' you can't hide you can't run
I'm a sniper ridin' in a blue Chevy
A trunk full of guns man you hoes ain't ready
Kill a bitch like Freddy in the beddy in pajamas
In the middle of the night wake him up to red sights (Blaoow!)
[Hook x2]

Three 6 Mafia
Album: Most Known Unknown (2005)
Copyright Sony Records
Track: Poppin' My Collar (feat. Mr. Biggs)
Lyrics:
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Now every since I could remember I been popping my collar
Popping popping my collar, popping, popping my collar
Every since I could remember I been working this hoes
And they better put my money in my hand

[DJ Paul]
Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery
A lot of dudes swear they play man they some fackery
Let me catch a girl up out some work in my site
And believe I'm gonna be at you in the daylight with a flashlight
I'm trying to get paid however money is made
A lot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
But me I ain't no pimp, I just love to borrow
Paper from a fat bitch, an ugly bitch, a model for real

[Juicy J]
Well you know me by the Juice man hanging out with Big Triece
Standing on the porch, drinking liquor, drunk, smoking weed
Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain't came yet
That's why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet
So I could get paid and relax in the shade
And say fuck a nine to five 'cause a nigga tired of slaving
It's never easy for a player in the hood on the come up
If I meet a girl with three kids or more she get done up

[Chorus]

[Crunchy Blac]
She's just another hoe that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well go on head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper something in her ear if I could
I got some hoes out there bringing your boy back some good
That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood
Ain't having to shout at no motherfucking slut
You know I'm acting bitch make cut a fucking rug
You better get out there and get my money in the woods
I'ma hit you in your head and leave your ass with a plug
You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what
These hoes out here be fucking for a motherfucking dub, FREAK BITCH!

[Chorus]

Three 6 Mafia
Album: Most Known Unknown (2005)
Copyright Sony Records
Track: Hard Hittaz (feat. Boogiemane)
Lyrics:
[Intro DJ Paul talking] (With Echos)
Yea! (Yea)
Three Six (Six)
Boogie Mane (Mane)
Hypnotize Mindz (Tize Mindz)
You know.. (You know)
Niggaz get scared when they see these hard hittaz (Hard hittaz)
Walk up in the muthafuckin club we come to repossesing shit (Possesing shit)
They start talkin like girls and shit (And shit)
(Woman screaming) Dont u dare..touch me stand back..no!!!...nooooo!!!!!
Yea!

[Hook 2x]
They got scared when these hard hittaz came in
They got chainz but they all tucked in
We got them thangz and we brought em all in
These niggaz play dead when they hea we came in (Came in)

[Crunchy Blac]
See I am a hard hitta yes I am
And I dont really nigga give a damn
About chu and how you fuckin rock shit
I put a 45 that make you bitches stop dead
You wanna cock it go ahead and cock it
Dont make a nigga like me make you drop it
Im ten toes im from tha M-fuckin-Town
We gangsta walkin
You hea da fuckin gangsta sound
Its ashes ashes dust to dust
The gats we trust
Y'all dont really wanna bust
I see you and your crew nigga in da club
You tuck in yo chainz you must be some sissy club
Do you wanna go to war nigga & spit some blood
You talkin that shit like a fuckin slut
You talk shit then you might as well bring shit
I shut this muthafuckin club down for you bitch!

[Hook 2x]
They got scared when these hard hittaz came in
They got chainz but they all tucked in
We got them thangz and we brought em all in
These niggaz play dead when they hea we came in (Came in)

[DJ Paul]
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Now if you wonder why so many diss Hypnotize
Its cause them haters aint eatin
they on some muthafuckin diets
Alot them is really sick I think they got amensia
Cause on Sunday they diss ya
But come Monday they need ya
Quit tellin lies to the public
If you could rewind your life back
You probably be wit me on this track
But I aint come hea my nigga for no sorrow no wounds
But imma stay bumpin till I put my head on my tomb
Fo' real!

[Juicy J]
Niggaz wanna blame us cause they aint famous
They wanna ride a new whip instead of catchin the MATA bus
So why I gotta take da blame for lame ass niggaz not havin thangz
Maybe you need to boost some clothes get yo self some pocket changes
I know you like them fairy tales say you make the three six sale
So while my pockets still unswung you reachin in the garbage pale
Playa im not ya friend wit it name a price and J'll spend it
Get yo self a nine to five and try yo luck on lottery ticket

[Boogiemane]
Whussup nigga
Wanna be baddest the next nigga
True facts you aint gettin shit but fuck nigga
Buck nigga catchin da cut when I rush nigga
Jump nigga thankin you kool you chump nigga
Fuck dat imma get nine to get mine
If you hood dawg off in the club im on shine
pine in ma mouth fuck up yo cloud and get paid
Wit tha same place to call our own and get away
Whats the deal dawg ill be bout buckin and gettin crunk
And really dawg I could care less about stunts
In my trunk though where you gon ride after da show
Aint no punk goes so I suppose you get throwed by some elbows
Fuck it I'll fill his ass wit holes on dat funk blo throwin high low
Like imma pro get buck dawg get crunk dawg
But actin like a fuckin fool gon get you jumped dawg

Three 6 Mafia
Album: Most Known Unknown (2005)
Copyright Sony Records
Track: Side 2 Side
Lyrics:
[DJ Paul]
Yeah... This a dance song for all my niggaz in the club
that don't dance... Just be in the back arms folded...
Cap pulled down.. just in tha club scopin eyrthang
Know what I'm sayin?

3 6 mafia.. project pat. bow wow...
wat..its goin down

[Chorus - DJ Paul]
I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded
Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scopin I'm just
Twistin my body from side 2 side (I'm just)
Twistin my body from side 2 side
I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded
Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scopin I'm just
Twistin my body from side 2 side (I'm just)
Twistin my body from side 2 side

[DJ Paul]
See ho I don't dance (dance)
In the city where I'm from I wear the pants (wear the pants)
These bitches think they cool (cool)
I got the dick so I make the rules (make the rules)
I got a big ol cock (big ol cock)
I love a bitch with a big ol bra (big ol bra)
She love suckin up cum (cum)
I think I'mma give her some (some)

[Bow Wow]
I pull up in tha lambo
Pockets stay on swole
Walk up in da club n ask des hoes wat a hit fo
U no i got da stack on da
If u aint tip tippin u a lame n dats dat
Got dem butterfly doors ridin green on da bak
Wit dem alpine speakers bumpin heavy in da bak
I don no bout trouble evry thang I do is big from tha rocks in my chain to tha cars in tha cribs nigga

[Chorus - Dj Paul]
I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded
Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scopin I'm just
Twistin my body from side 2 side (I'm just)
Twistin my body from side 2 side
I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded
Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scopin I'm just
Twistin my body from side 2 side (I'm just)
Twistin my body from side 2 side

[Project Pat]
Twisten my body
Move it to tha muuuusic
Cool lil body dont chu confuuuuse it
We can get toooo it
Hands carouuuusen
Lil cuz got a thang on in there uuuuuse it
Killas on blow insane like a clepto
Maniac project pat
Posted wit my king folks
ridin wit da hood north north to tha worldo

[Juicy J]
I thought you knew I was the mane (mane) but D-boy off the chain (chain)
Gon walk up to a girl tell a bitch I'm Rick James (James)
Wit the diamonds in my rang (rang) and gold front fangs (fangs)
And you know I'm hood rich means I got a lil change (change)
Wit my thugs from the North cuz I know they got my back
Lookin for some chickens that can work it on the track
I'm just tryin at get a mill I ain't tryna be a mack
Posted up in the club wit a pocket full of crack

[Chorus - Dj Paul]
I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded
Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scopin I'm just
Twistin my body from side 2 side (I'm just)
Twistin my body from side 2 side
I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded
Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scopin I'm just
Twistin my body from side 2 side (I'm just)
Twistin my body from side 2 side

Three 6 Mafia
Album: Most Known Unknown (2005)
Copyright Sony Records
Track: Half on a Sack
Lyrics:
(hey nigga get your weed, get your blow, get you drank together 'cus we 'bout ta get hiiiiiigh)

Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow
Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow
Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow
(Bring dat dro and pleanty P)

[Juicy J]
Nose all runny
Found a snow bunny
Take her to tha crib
Make her drink cummy
I'm from the hood I ain't never did this
But now I can say that I done done it
Cocain Blain thats my dog
I called him up to house this slut
We gon' fuck her in the back of da bus
and fill her nose up full o' dat dust
Three 6 Mafia wild on tour
Wupin' these niggas and fuckin these whores
In tha bathroom 'bout two whole hours
Gettin' real high passed out on the floor
Fuck that shit niggas on the frame
Take 'em 1 on 1 back in the game
back on the street back on the strip
lookin' for a freak to run a train

[Cruncy Black]
What you boys doin with dat weed
Where you boys goin with dat shit
Beggin like a little kid
Give a homie a little bit
I aint no shmo yeah i smoke
Chiefin on dat indo dope
Hypnotize betta we make chedda
All the haters hit da road

Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow
Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow
Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow
(Bring dat dro and pleanty P)
Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow
Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow
Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow
(Bring dat dro and pleanty P)

[DJ Paul]
My nostrels so stopped up
I can't even smell no weed smoke
The green man he got locked up
So i better make the best out this dro
I sniff I choke I'm really enjoyin myself
It might seem like i'm sick
but that green man it got me out
I got a couple a chocolate thangs
I got me a couple a white thangs
I got me a couple a chinese bitches
Their pussies really side ways
A gallon bag ziplocked
Filled to da trim wit a pound in it
Me and scarecrow gon' fuck these hoes
Mound that dro and we'll hit it

[Cruncy Black]
DJ Paul das my dog
We break down wall like king kong
When any nigga call my paddy deron
We smoke some much call me chiech and chong
High as a bird
no like a plane
It got me high im feelin it man
Aint no shame in my game
Give a boy that coca cain

Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow
Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow
Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow
(Bring dat dro and pleanty P)
Half on a sack or some blow
Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow
Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow
Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow
(Bring dat dro and pleanty P)

Three 6 Mafia
Album: Most Known Unknown (2005)
Copyright Sony Records
Track: Skit (commercial)