Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia - Land Of The Lost lyrics

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Hustlin' and game
 Tryin ta stack some change
 Land of tha Lost Full of Gangstas n killas
 Niggas all about they damn scrilla   

  Gangsta Boo

 To start it off i'm the mutha fuckin lady about her cheese
 While u other Herman Benz out there leavin fo' free
 Kinda quick to tell you what im gonna get and it be True
 At the end of the rainbow Nigga I thought you knew
 Cause Im sayin all my hustlas dont forgot im on the green
 got a pocket full of money not no stones know what i mean?
 Dont get mad cause yo ass livin broke
 Fuck that get up off yo lazy ass
 Get about yo fuckin scratch

 ?????

 Im chasin Franklin wit' my Triple 6 thugs
 Cause we was sinners
 I get deeper Im still comin up with Lint
 Livin in a tent some trick gotta change
 it aint the same
 And its plain ta see I aint the same man
 Beat a bitch, Rob a hoe
 Kick in does from doe ta doe
 Prophet posse never sloppy
 Clean you out from roof  ta flo'
 im startin ta stinkin'  raisin my heartbeat
 ta never be rich
 Rather trade a hoe for mackers dis predemption

 

 Juicy J

 its on! Why you shakin whatcha wanna do
 I gotta 357 brand new Shootin Holes through
 Niggas skulls fool Lets get da dope and drop it off
 and count them G's and smoke some cheese
 it pays to brake the law
 My cousin creepin all them Graded boys gonna hook us up
 to make a grip on that white shit that we dont see or touch
 Fuck what you talkin about?
 We slangin Nigga
 By any means you wanna stop the team we pull the Trigga

 ?????

 Red Red Go away!
 cause a nigga wanna play
 Leave me here
 ????
 Standin to the left
 there yo cab
 Let me wear a breifcase in my situation
 So many smilin faces
 about tha devil thats in me racin'
 Placin heres a mutha fucka my nigga i tell ya what
 When i was in the jail while my killa was in da cut
 all because of this is how power,cowering
 Bustin that i heat up musta been in love
 wanna feel me with slugs

 Crunchy Black

 Its Crunchy Black Crunchy Black
 on da creep nigga
 how you niggas out here gonna laugh and fuckin giggle?
 when im gettin bigga and bigga
 Bigga den a fuckin picture
 Picture me in yo dreams when im out, ta fuckin getcha
 hit ya fo' ya dividends and fled from da fuckin case
 Dont drop no peices so I, want catch a case
 make a mistake in dis game and man youll hafta pay
 Deep in the jail cell or holy cell
 never see the day
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Author: Patrick Houston, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Robert Cooper (2)

Composer: ?

Publisher: Hypnotize Minds, Relativity

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

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