F**k That Shit - Three 6 Mafia: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

F**k That Shit

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Hip-Hop/Rap

F**k That Shit was released on June 17, 2003 by Hypnotize Minds/Columbia as a part of the album Da Unbreakables

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OVERVIEW

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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Three 6 Mafia

Performer

Crunchy Black

Vocals

DJ Paul

Vocals

Juicy J

Vocals

Lord Infamous

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jordan Houston

Songwriter

Paul Beauregard

Paul Beauregard

Songwriter

Ricky Dunigan

Songwriter

Darnell Carlton

Darnell Carlton

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DJ Paul

Producer

Juicy J

Producer

James Cruz

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

**** buck in the club like, fuck that shit!

Got my tone in the club like, fuck that shit!

Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, fuck that shit!

Straight walk up to that boy like, fuck you, bitch!

Slap a trick in front his bitch like, fuck that shit!

Start a fight with the thickest clique, fuck that shit!

Get kicked out this bitch like, fuck that shit!

Shoot that thang at security ****, fuck you, bitch!

[Verse 2]

See I'ma ride me a Chevy with them four doors

And blow some dope, dope

Sit back and watch a flick on screens with a red ho

On double deuce, I met this bitch up at the club

I had a tank if her neighbors wanna buck

With a **** 'cause I'm from the south side of town

B-H-Z and I'm repping, even if y'all aren't around

I match a blunt with the real

Shoot a bump with the real

But I ain't a baller, I just deal

With these drugs and thugs and these **** that's locked up

I lock 'em down with some of that pure white stuff

Light some dro, pop a pill, sip some syrup, it ain't no deal

But you gotta stay the same when you high, keep it real

And I sill blow a blunt to take the pain out

'Cause if I don't get high, I'd probably blow my fucking brains out

'Cause straight thugs love it

'Cause I'ma keep it killer

And I'ma dedicate this to my real-ass ****, yeah

[Verse 3]

**** buck in the club like, fuck that shit!

Got my tone in the club like, fuck that shit!

Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, fuck that shit!

Straight walk up to that boy like, fuck you, bitch!

Slap a trick in front his bitch like, fuck that shit!

Start a fight with the thickest clique, fuck that shit!

Get kicked out this bitch like, fuck that shit!

Shoot that thang at security ****, fuck you, bitch!

[Verse 4]

Woo, I think you know the motherfucking business now, wannabes

Hypnotized minds, Three 6 Mafia

Roll with us or get ran over

Shoot with us, or get shot the fuck up, ****

[Verse 5]

In the middle of the club, dollar on swoll

Take ma a scoop, put it to my nose

Bucking through the crowd, knock your drink down

Pistol in my draws, don't make me pull it out

Twisting up a blunt, feel it real krunk

40 in the club, outside is the pump

Top off the syrup, take me a swig

There go my dawgs, what's up, my nigs?

Security staring, they better not try it

'Cause we will start a motherfucking riot

The crowd is swaying, Three 6 playin'

It's on now, no rules we obeying

Security pissed, they start to march

Just in time, I got outta dodge

But I was spotted, and kicked out

Ran back in, shots rang out!

[Verse 6]

**** buck in the club like, fuck that shit!

Got my tone in the club like, fuck that shit!

Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, fuck that shit!

Straight walk up to that boy like, fuck you, bitch!

Slap a trick in front his bitch like, fuck that shit!

Start a fight with the thickest clique, fuck that shit!

Get kicked out this bitch like, fuck that shit!

Shoot that thang at security ****, fuck you, bitch!

[Verse 7]

As a young **** in the hood, kinda pissed off

'Cause I gotta big bank, and his pockets too short

Frustrated all the time, wanna tear the roof off

Wanna be a gangsta, but the **** too soft

Kinda sissified, like that famous faggot, Ru Paul

But he cannot hide, letting them queers knock his boots off

Hope he gets his shit together, grow up till he too tall

Instead of letting these rubbers go up in his ass, too raw

[Verse 8]

**** hating on me, but they just don't know

CB, he got a gun, and I'm 'bout to explode

He talking that shit, like you standing ten toe

You don't know me, ****, you don't know me, bro

I'm up in the club, and I'm smoking on dope

Your bitch is talking shit, but it's time to go

I'ma catch your little lame bitches at the door

And spray the bitch down like a water hose

[Verse 9]

**** buck in the club like, fuck that shit!

Got my tone in the club like, fuck that shit!

Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, fuck that shit!

Straight walk up to that boy like, fuck you, bitch!

Slap a trick in front his bitch like, fuck that shit!

Start a fight with the thickest clique, fuck that shit!

Get kicked out this bitch like, fuck that shit!

Shoot that thang at security ****, fuck you, bitch!

Written by: Darnell Carlton, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Ricky Dunigan

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