Текст песни Notha Nigga Car/clothes

Lord Infamous da Scarecrow)

That power can change alot of these niggas

They step on alot of toes,up that way up the ladder

But they don't,they forget what goes up gotta come down

(DJ Paul)

But all that's go change

1997 Prophet Posse

You know what I'm sayin

Loved by few,hated by many

We in the motherfucking house

We can't be stopped

You can get dealt with at the end though

It's all good

(Lord Infamous Da Scarecrow)

You better bring dangerous toys

My nigga!!!!!!!!!!!!

(DJ Paul)

If you wanna play with mafia boys

Ya'll know where we located

We ain't hard to find

We nation motherfucking wide

Bitch

(Lord Infamous)

We love the M and we ain't tryin to leave it

For no nigga,nobody

(DJ Paul)

Staying real to it

Representin to the fullest!!!!!!!!

(DJ Paul the Killa Man)

You ain't no real Black Haven nigga

Finger facin forward but you ain't the one to trigger

Even if you figured you was a bit bigger

Thank you all that but ain't got a glove made of glitter

Nigga when we see ya we go test ya ass

Bomb rushin to the curb and we go bless ya ass

Me and Chris in the burban trying to catch ya ass

It's all good find reasons and we go set ya ass up

Pitcure me purchasing ya tape cover wasn't good enough

Don't like the scene is just like calling bluff

Much as we try to keep it cool

They all behind the back of me and my crew

Glocks and Techs with the vest we be getting it on

And we ain't gonna stop untill the early morn

So stop trading with this shit and get ya on

3-6 Mafia,Killa Man I'm gone

(Juicy J)

Who is that fool who be talking that shit

Sayin he down,but he diss Triple Six

If that bitch step he go get his wig split

Blast smiff-n-wession 18 in the clip

Ain't no gang bang he don't even set trip

Grew up on koolaid,potatos,and chips

Why playa hate when you know we legit

Bank account fat and they riding the dick

We you need dough ask ya dad for the shit

20's and 10's like you shopping for bricks

Got to payback all the cheese he done spent

Studio time and the whole rest for rent

(Crunchy Blac)

Juiceman I heard it's some niggas dissin

But If they keep on dissin,then they momma gonna miss them

This ain't no game nigga,here's my fuckin opostion

Man I'm gettin tired of yall niggas actin just like bitches

and we go ride out
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(MC Mack)

Them bitches always ask me why do I call myself the Mack

Is it because of those ho's I done broke

or is it the way my cheese just stacked

But never the less it's time to wreck and check

this buster that's livin out of state

That's dwelling in by ways of Memphis

Contaplate you must be fake

Playa hate to the first degree

You downing some niggas who down with me

See salt mouth snails not M-town playas

The Killa Klan Kaze go watch you bleed

So play me like a ho and a nigga like Mack

Go stang ya stash

When that bitch nigga call me out

I'm empting my clip off in his ass

So hold ya breath,nigga is you down

my pimping is thicker than the shit you talk

Predestined to burn enternaly in hell contrast

by the way ya ass done walk

MC mother fucking Mack

My Killa Klan Kaze be having my back

The Triple 6 Mafia ready to jack

So get the next nigga clothes off ya back

(Koopsta Knicca)

So many days,them niggas layed and prayed in 12 ways

Up on top of graves,resting place for heaven sake a soul to take

Straight thru the woods,deep in them hoods you find no good

Only bitches and other niggas rise in the moment

So run them off the road before the gold hit ya headlight

It's silent night,deadly night and guess who the sacrfice

The signs of a Luntaic

Koopsta can't take that shit

Make my brain and mind split

It's something like a cruicfix

(Lord Infamous Da Scarecrow)

And I wish one of these punk ass niggas

would step up to the Scarecrow

Beat a ho,fuck a nigga up slow,cut his throat

Puffin on the endow,throw him thru window with bloody clothes

Full with bullet holes

Lil dope heads can't hang but they gang bang

snd they slangin and the rangin

Maintaining insane is how meanace remain

Just listen to the mother fucking rain

Wash ya blood down the drain

Bitch if ya itchin round me don't scratch

Cause I'll pull out the ?

Cut off ya nut sacs

Fuckin with the devil mask

Drop you into a batch

Niggas ain't no match

Get drilled out where they at

Nigga better stick with smoking pot

Cause the shit slipping in his snot

Make him feel kinda hot

Gonna end up in a burial plot

Make me pull out the glock

And pop pop nigga get pop

Chorus: x2

(DJ Paul)

Another nigga car,Another nigga clothes

Niggas be flodging on these videos

But watch when that true gun fold