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Three 6 Mafia - Knock tha Black Off Yo Ass (feat. Project Pat)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia
Performer
Project Pat
Project Pat
Performer
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Programming
Juicy J
Juicy J
Programming
Kurt Clayton
Kurt Clayton
Programming
Carlos Broady
Carlos Broady
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Darnell Carlton
Darnell Carlton
Songwriter
Patrick Houston
Patrick Houston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer
"Crazy" Mike Foster
"Crazy" Mike Foster
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

It ain't no bitch in my blood nigga its nothing but thugI'lll knock tha black off yo ass(Project Pat) ({North North} repeated throughout verse) The main nigga on the block where it's hot talking shit I be the main motherfucker somewhere dead in a ditch Bullet lead to his broke leg two off in his head Was he scared then hit the man 'cause of what he said Copastead I be copastatic means I'm to the good Copper lead in my automatic when I'm in your 'hood Wish you would try to flex dog pistol in my drawers Hollywood North Memphis dog motherfuck the laws Kept it real from the jump street still lookin' up to me Out your grill bustin' wit' the heat off of the concrete Blow your toes bloody out your nose got the body cold Guy's will roll you to hospital full of hollow holes Check 'em in with a sheisty grin you get out this cab You gon' hand me some damn ends break yourself for dad Doin' bad but I'm not for long my nigga it's on When I shoot with this fuckin' tone you is gon' be gone (Juicy J) ({North North} Repeated throughtout verse) (Mmmhmm) 10 g's will get your ass blown off Have your mama boohooin' and your daddy and your mother in law(mmmhmmm) 20 g's will get your ass chopped up By some rendevue barbecue tips we don't give a fuck(mmmhmm) 30 g's will get you thrown in a river Splittin' wit' your nigga he'd probably ride wit' her(mmhmm) 50 g's will get you cold taken out Niggaz mention your name they say "Man we don't know what you talkin' 'Bout"(mmmhmm) You can get your ass pistolwhipped with a nine or a .45 or a henny dip We fight dirty till we die nigga get your throat slit Then we stomp you to the ground and then we throw your arm a clip We don't give a fuck (Crunchy Black) You can talk about this you can talk about that But if I catch you talkin' I'ma beat you wit' a bat Do you something wrong nigga how you like that I thought I saw a puttycat I thought I saw a cat Peepin' my goods try'na see my stash But if I catch you peepin' nigga that's your ass You the type of nigga that'll keep coming back So I'ma gon' kill you leave you dead where you at (DJ Paul) I think they better call Bush 'cause it's a national disaster When I unleash my pistolgrip Bushmaster Ring the alarm I got double charms 100 round spinnin' you can't hide you can't run I'm a sniper ridin' in a blue Chevy A trunk full of guns man you hoes ain't ready Kill a bitch like Freddy in the beddy in pajamas In the middle of the night wake him up to red sights(Blaoow!)
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Darnell Carlton, Paul D. Beauregard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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