Grab da Gauge - Three 6 Mafia

Grab my guage and then erase

Grab my guage and then erase

Ride up on the street

And put some niggas in the front page

Verse 1: Gangsta Boo

Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit

This shit so funky cause way underneath the grounds are Triple 6

I’m smokin' out, I’m livin' large

I keep you hataz out my face

Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage

My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game

I’m chargin' niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid

You hoes can’t fuck wit me

I’m flowin', showin', hoes I ain’t no hata

Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later

Everybody wanna gossip he say she say dis and dat

You suckas need to grow up out that kiddy shit

Quit fakin' just cause da Three, Six, Mafia

Coming nine-six, to two G’s bitch

Misses lady gangsta on that weed, kickin real shit

Just to let you know my partner ho come on the scenery

Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red beams

Now where you gon' go?

You can’t hide your life is over kid

It’s time for the killin'

Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch

Hook 4x

Verse 2: DJ Paul & Juicy J

Man this nigga kill me

Tellin' these people that he’s about to go nationwide

When he gotta drop his tapes of his self

Plus he gotta call Kim, to get a ride

I saw the motherfucka standin' out in front ah Best

Talkin' about, bout my tape

The nigga talk about the hard shit on that tape

Knowin' he sweet as cake

The type ah nigga to tell these hoes

That’s he about to blow the fuck up

The only blowin' up bitch you doin'

Is when I stick the grenade in your butt

Since Im smokin them mega blunts

I can’t tell, ooh, he’s a liar

I saw you for real

Hit that ill shit

You female buyer

Juice man I know what you sayin'

These hoes be killin' me ever so softly

But little bit a bitch boy know

I be sellin' his first cassette or tape offa me

Don’t forget about the dope

You enraged, after you got that page

From a doctor from the health department

Tellin' you are infected wid AIDS

This ho boy holdin' card

Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it

Then he got fucked signed his contract

You bitch boy you’s a fuckin' dummy

Lookin' tryna deal wid big time cars, still put 'em on dem CDs

Young nigga you’ll never sell more than the Three 6, bitch please

Hook (4x)

Verse 3: Lord Infamous & Koopsta

Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian Arabic

Iraqie, Iranian, South American

Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some, loop

Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of your neck

Put your heart in the back

Then I sprinkle yo ash, headin strait to tha headquarter

Chief on the blunt of the Indicut down in my stash

I reside in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em

On Infamous Island where there is no smilin'

The niggas buckwildin the weapons are silenced

There’s nothing but violence

Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the

Scarier, insanitarium, pallbearer carry 'em

There’s no merry love, only murder blood

Then I take something worst

Out of all of these hollow points burst in disperse

Going through flesh and bone through the back of your shirt

You be burnt up and buried in dirt that’ll work

The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas for shit

They can’t get wid these bitches they’ll never compare

I’m comin' from the land of Triple 6 niggas still

Sufferin' every day dat I swear

I see dey fuccin pressule on they brother mane

It happens everyday don’t make me grab the guage

Dangerously I play I best to kill wid guage

And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet

Hook ('til fade)