Smoked Out, Loced Out - Three 6 Mafia, Prophet Posse

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Nigga, what you know 'bout the K-Rock the bald head?

Nigga, we Prophet, motherfucker, don’t stop it

Scan fuckin' man wit' the Glock, make 'em drop it

Damn fool, what’s this?

Step into the cut, just smokin' and smokin'

See me locin' and chokin' it

They buck, buck, buck when the po-pos come again

Buck, buck, buck, buck!

Now I was chillin' and ridin' with a couple of my niggas

They caught the motherfucker slippin'

With a mean look to my face, «where you goin'?»

You dodgin' my bullets, runnin' from the deathbed

Two shots to the head, now that nigga dead

I’m outside, be high

Motherfuckers is smoked out and loced out, dead

If it’s a nigga with Anna, let it flow to the grave

Let it roll to the dead

Scarecrow sophisticated

Thugsta packs his heat

Gun barrel smokin'

The little Infamous’s start kickin' in

Gettin' me hype

On a little bitty pipe leak

Fool you better watch your shit

Comin' up at me quick

Like ya up to somethin'

What’s wrong gonna make me drum

In a world war three to the rock ch-chainsaw massacre run

Across the day I saw that afterbirth comin' out the med room

And ever since that day I’ve been wanting

To put a motherfuckin' slug behind some niggas earlobe

It’s weird though, It’s weird though

No hollows there is no tomorrow

The Kaze, Lord Infamous, horror

I beat you negroes all goodbye

Sayonara

I’m so high I want to die

Ain’t no reason why, why

Ain’t no fuckin' alibi

I be wonderin' why

Why do I roll so many blunts

Do I pull them Three 6 stunts

Juicy catch me before I jump

Jump off of the ocean side

Ocean side call it suicide

Suicide is no fuckin' crimes in the devil’s eye

It’s black

Black in this motherfuckin' bitch

Nothin' poppin but them motherfucking Mafia Six

I’m getting smoked out loced out

Staying on top shit

Don’t playa hate congratulate me

Give me my props bitch, ugh

No top notch niggas I’m scopin' so you can’t stop

The prophet the posse

The whole damn click strapped with somethin' cop

Don’t think I would have sympathy for shit that I said or did

I’m daddy’s little girl that got caught up in the wrong shit

So listen to my words of wisdom this shit is so so real

The realer the bitch come the stronger the nut will

When you hear the word Triple 6

You get sick

Cause you know it’s many in our click

Strap that dick

When the hollow points touch your skin

Then it rips

Travel through your body then your friend

Yo wig split

Man you busters know the mob don’t play

When we spray

So it’s best that you stay outta our way

Or decay

Layin' your coffin in your grave

Is where you lay

Instead of walkin' round' here like you brave

Now let us pray

Loced out, smoked out where them killas hangin hoe

Deep down south in the ghetto where we slangin' dope

Lyrics do you fear it when you hear it

Enter in your head

Hypnotizing young motherfuckers

Leavin' others dead

Scared from the sight

But the truth Project Pat’s gonna preach

Strugglin' every night

It’s my niggas that I’m tryin' to reach

Locked in the pen

Who would never see them streets again

All for the mighty dollars

All for them dividends

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Triple six up in your grill

We be kickin' that ass

Don’t be talkin that lame

Blame it on the funk

Pour the drank and I fuck all with that cocaine

You really don’t know nothin' 'bout six

Puttin' everything down with the shit

But I promise to God

If a nigga try to test me feel the worst of this click

Nigga get more buck to the to the gut

Three six with a 40 cal with a pump

We talk about you that nigga who that

Cause I pull that shoot at who Cares

Pat blast on that ass on the tainted glass

Raw got him on the run

But we on his ass

Nigga stop on the track

When we get to the b-h-z

Don’t let no nigga pass

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