Текст (слова) песни: Three 6 Mafia - I Aint Cha Friend

-laughter-

Yeah, yall thought that underground shit

Wouldnt gon work in ya

Yeah

For the ouijas of sin is death

For the gift of God is eternal life

Through jesus christ our lord

Roman 6-23 nigga

Read it and weep, biatch

(koopsta knicca)

Hit a man bustin up in my door

So I grab my 44

Now them bustas on the floor

Covered up by pillows

Oh no

Im lookin for them trizicks

Tryin to put a group up in they clizick

Im comin up quick

Im takin no shots bustin these caps off in these bitches

So why you wanna mess with this

So why you wanna take off this piece

Fool Im bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech (? ? ) fatality

Youll be fled

Ill be glad

When I make you hit that grass

I aint showin no mercy

God damn it Im bustin that ass

Im havin cisions of flesh (? ? ) like that roozer tech

That mess in my head

If the constantly teachin this evil shit

You hear some laughin whose that in the window gaspin

Now if you feel me tell me whose that creepin for your head

(gangsta boo)

This goes out to all of you suckas

Includin you crossers

Includin you bustas

This shit is so fucked up

I cant even trust ya

This lady is tried of you motherfuckers

Im bumpin so hard

Its like oh my god

Gangsta boo is rippin the mic all apart

If your ass wasnt so full of that fart

Never would you have tasted me from the start

Im trying to tell you hoe

Let me tell you bitch

You aint my fuckin friend

Prophet entertainment member known as boo

Had to tell your ass time and time again

Ride with my click

Bitch triple 6

Is all I need plus my weed and the n-i-n-e

To keep you frilly hoes off of me

Come into my face

With that pimpin ass shit

Watch you see this gangsta bitch get scandolous

You friendly ass hoes I scratch off my list

I dont need you

Dont want you bitch

(crunchy blac)

Friends like foes in these hoes

Keep on talkin that shit

Actin like they bad as fuck

But they ain really talkin bout shit

Keep on dissin this click

And we gon hurt one of you tricks

Put your body in a ditch

Or dig a grave for that shit

Dont you ask who like it

Crunchy blac did it bitch

Keep on talkin all that noise

And ima get big like big business

Chorus x4

I have to tell these niggas time and time again

Bitch I aint your fuckin friend

Ill do your ass in

(dj paul)

Smiles can be deceivin

Even if its your friends

And hoes that know we cant be even steven

Should not believe in

Too late one of them slip its my foes

You already got my glock to the back of your head

Prayers already said

Done consider yourself dead

Your family and friends might be sayin that I crossed you out

But nigga you was fake from the beginning

So I had to toss you out

Friend Im no more

I kill all you foes

Step in my trunk

And I give it to a stroll back

The hammer release

And leave your chest with holes

All in the club

With that buck ass tube and pot

Its kind of hard

You cant beat us

And you cant join us

Cause we aint gonna stop if you dont stop

(scarecrow)

Some of the superior astronomical bends

From that of my mystical dreams

Of the many scenes

Mighty, manipulative, mercilous, multiple murderers

Sit back in dangerous

Hittin and strippin

And critical injury

Misery, seriously witness to the tremory

Trajedy, agany, infamy, agany brutal mentality

Assassatain

My voodoo tribe

If you dont want to be fried

Put on a feary disguise

Lord infamous takn no prisoners

Forget the begging, pleading, and the cries

Your reservation revalation

A satanic nation

Has be prophesized

I can look in your eyes and tell that there is fear

From the eternal burning of each of your lies

Flights of headlights

Black clothes and limos

Another negro startin to decompose

From his casket the scarecrow shall place a bloody black rose

Who knows that hate

That goes behind closed doors

With corpses froze in six foot holes

Wicked throws

Evil flows and torturing of foes

Chorus x4

Yeah, I aint ya fuckin friend

You do your ass in nigga

(laughter)

Three 6 mafia comin at your ass for the 9-7 bitch

Yeah

Watch your back niggas

You know who you are motherfucker

That brown shit would (? ? ? )

(laughter)

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