The 3

You tryin' to step up to the three, bring your ass to Tennessee Shit's wild in the south, that's how these players came to be The most hated least faded, can't you motherfuckers see? When you're fuckin' with the Devilish it's rest in peace, you flee Could give a fuck, I get buck, drink a beer, and smoke a blunt I have no sense to care enough I'm just doin' what I love Twist the bud and bring the funk I ain't worried 'bout a bitch But if you step up to me punk Then, I'ma show you what the biz Kiss my motherfuckin' fist and bow down to this cryptic pimp Now, you bitches got me pissed So, I'ma break you off like this Fuck your mother, kill your brother, stick my dick off in your sister Cuming thick up in this bitch Yeah, it's the clique of southern killers You tryin' to step up to the three? Bring your ass to Tennessee Bodies piled in the south, that's how these killers came to be The most violent live in silence, can't you motherfuckers see? We do this devil shit with pride, the Trio here to make you bleed We're gettin' buck, show no love to these busters If you got a fuckin' problem, come and solve it, knuckle up Test my clique, it's homicide Don't turn around, I'm spilling blood This a southern sacrifice Upon your head I ash the joint Step into my evil mind, I'll get some pleasure from your pain Got them demons in my soul, you can't deny that I'm insane All this Anna got me clickin', think I'll pull up to your house Hit the lights upon the bucket, toss the dynamite I'm out motherfucker Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck