Yeah I Rob

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Yeah, mafia! Three 6 Mafia! This is for you muthafuckin hoes in the muthafuckin club Runnin round here clowning, frowning, mugging Like ya'll some muthafuckin gangstas Nigga, ya'll some muthafucking hoes A nigga know you from the hood nigga And we gon' show wus really real nigga, for real for real BITCH! [Chorus: Crunchy Black] Yeah I rob, yeah I steal Yeah I'll put ya body in a field Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me) Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me) Yeah I rob, yeah I steal Yeah I'll put ya body in a field Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me) Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me) [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Now 3 6 we representin thugs We reppin for the gangs And the niggas using drugs We reppin for the gangsta ass gals in the club We reppin for the headbussaz keepin mean mugs, i'ma keep me a slug For 1 of you fakers I got 100 rounds its 100 imitaters So many wannabees folks wit beefs in the industry, niggas claimin killa but they scared of these fuckin streets believe [Verse 2: Juicy J] Walk up in the club like a thug get yo ass kicked, step up off in the parkin lot and leave in a casket Actin like a scary bitch you giggling and laughing, let me hit that fuckin weed hurry up and pass it Yeah they call me Juicy j the 3 6 mafia bandit Gotta ride on 24s or something wit a candy Pounds of dat weed yeah a nigga keep it handy A real bad bitch and a 5th of dat brandy [Chorus: Crunchy Black] Yeah I rob, yeah I steal Yeah I'll put ya body in a field Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me) Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me) Yeah I rob, yeah I steal Yeah I'll put ya body in a field Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me) Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me) [Verse 3: Mr. Bigg] Now when I pull up at the club, I'm looking so clean 77 cut dogg painted lime green The hoes got quiet when I pull up on the scene for all u ugly ass hoes I gotta fake wedding ring Today I'm married and my wife don't play So if you want me to cheat ugly bitck you gotta pay Its gon' cost 1000 dollars if you wanna see me play I'll fuck you sideways bout 30 minutes straight Then clean off my dick cuz, a gotta kill the smell out Holla at ya later I got mo dick to sell I got mo pussies to swell and mo dreams to tell and tell ya old man I ain't going back to jail I'm the last Mr. Bigg and I always keep it real I'ma Alabama nigga representing Mobile And I live in the mall I stay dressed to kill and I got so many diamonds it dont even look real nigga! [Chorus: Crunchy Black] Yeah I rob, yeah I steal Yeah I'll put ya body in a field Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me) Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me) Yeah I rob, yeah I steal Yeah I'll put ya body in a field Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me) Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me) [Verse 4: Crunchy Black] I got 6 different ways to kill ya shawty Got 6 different spots to put ya body Got 6 different ways to cut ya up And I even got 6 niggas in it ya bro Now how the fuck niggas gon' talk that stuff When niggas like us come shoot the club up And if you keep talking we gon' make you what You bitch ass niggas gon' catch that cut [Verse 5: Lord Infamous] Back up in the club, dollar on swole Sippin on eight ozs, residue in my nose In dat bitch 12 deep, freak bitches in my fleet Hoe quit actin like you never seen a nigga on TV Got my uzi and my face in a bird-like Fontana I pray one of you bitches try step to me with ana (Blay!) I pioneered this Memphis shit, lord the living legend Still making niggas drop like 3-time felons [Chorus: Crunchy Black] Yeah I rob, yeah I steal Yeah I'll put ya body in a field Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me) Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me) Yeah I rob, yeah I steal Yeah I'll put ya body in a field Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me) Now here I go bitch nigga, fuck wit me (Fuck wit me)