The 3

Lyrics

[Verse 1: BAKER] You tryin' to step up to the 3, bring your ass to Tennessee Shit's wild in the south, that's how these players come to be The most hated, least faded can't you motherfuckers see When you fuckin' with the Devilish it's rest in piss you flea Could give a fuck I get buck drink a beer and smoke a blunt I have no sense to care enough I'm just doin' what I love Twist the bud and bring the funk I ain't worried 'bout a bitch but if you step up to me, punk, then I'ma show you what it bizz Kiss my motherfuckin' fist and bow down to this cryptic pimp Now you bitches got me pissed So I'ma break you off like this Fuck your mother kill your brother stick my dick off in your sister Coming thick up in this bitch, yeah, it's the clique of southern killers [Verse 2: HYDRA MANE] You tryin' to step up to the 3 bring your ass to Tennessee Bodies piled in the south that's how these killers came to be The most violent live in silence can't you motherfuckers see We do this devil shit with pride, the Trio here to make you bleed We gettin' buck, show no love to these busters If you gotta fuckin' problem come and solve it knuckle up Test my clique its homicide Don't turn around, I'm spillin' blood This's a southern sacrifice upon your head I ash the junt Step into my evil mind I'll get some pleasure from your pain Got them demons in my soul you can't deny that I'm insane All this Anna got me clickin' think I'll pull up to your house Hit the lights upon the bucket, toss the dynamite I'm out, motherfucker [Outro] Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck