Three 6 Mafia is an American hip hop group from Memphis, Tennessee. Originally called "Backyard Posse," the group has included many members, including Gangsta Blac, Gangsta Boo, La' Chat, Koopsta Knicca, Lord Infamous, and Crunchy Black. The group now consists of only Juicy J and DJ Paul,who also serve as in-house producers. Project Pat is signed to their label along with Lil' Wyte, Chrome, Boogieman, and Frayser Boy. The dark and hardcore group is famous for their gruesome lyrics with topics ranging from rape to drug use to inciting the crowd in a nightclub to riot.
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Just Anotha Crazy Click (feat. Insane Clown Posse & Twiztid) Lyrics
Three 6 Mafia
(feat. Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid)
[Violent J's Intro]
I choke... nope... thats wack hold up.
I stab you with an umbrella,
then open it cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian
Alright Hold Up!!!! Wait a second listen!
I peel your cap back with a cannon ball
I buck 'em all fuck 'em all we standin' tall woooo....
Three 6 Mafia, Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid!
[Juicy J]
We used to... we used to....
We used to rob for them petty things, like a gold chain
no a motherfuckin pinky ring, now it's cocaine
If you see me on the dope train, I'm the dope man
Cigarettes in muh right hand, ready to make a stain
Old folks scared of eye-gain, at the window pane
they be lookin' wit a migraine
while I catch a drain and you know it's a fuckin' shame
when you in this game tryin' to sell to a sprung lane
I control ya brain
[DJ Paul]
Now do muh niggas bust glocks fuck wit us Big C
It's the buggaz? of the boat, bust a trick make 'em bleed
through his neck through his back nigga cover them hoes
ain't no mess goin' be workin' when you twirkin' with some pros
Automatic rep a carrier challange on the barrier,
hang 'em in the closet kidnap the treasurer,
bandanas on our face we wilin' out like some cowboys
hoe we need the g's and I'm talkin like NOW BOYS!
[Chorus: Gangsta Boo (repeat 2X)]
We just anotha crazy click
Doin whatever to get us wild when we pumped up
You outta luck bitch I aint gon' lie, put ya guns up
Show 'em who really runnin the streets with the calicos
[Monoxide Child]
We the click that don't play...
quik to rip ya head of