What happened? Keep going? Yeah, you sissy ass mother***er I bet you won't, this ain't no game We bring the pain so don't you niggas trip Fall in the club with all them thugs and bout five extra clips Deep, I was deep, bitch, how we coming? Cause we ain't no joke So when you hoes talk all that *** We gonna cut your throat And let your choke not out that dope That's UC's market game Not always pulling a *** gun We also throw them things Don't hit that white and wanna fight Act like you crazy, man We know you niggas just some hoes We let our niggas bang I wanna *** your mind, I wanna get you hypnotized Cause you're the scapegoat, keep a mystic type of bitch in every rhyme You may not capture the essence cause beyond my time I flex It's a futuristic and artistic mega-blitz, don't flex I ripped up many shoplifts on my uncle and grandpa I make sure that they get so wild they bust a cap up on the spot All around the planet, rock the ghetto blocks, don't stop A nigga gotta take a deep breath and keep on blowing till they drop I, I, I bet you won't Hit a mother***er, hit a mother***er, bitch Hit a mother***er, hit a mother***er I, I, I bet you won't I, I, I bet you won't I, I, I bet you won't I, I, I bet you won't We ain't gon' stop until some devil die up in the audience Word up, push him to the floor Put your foot in his guts, assemble Watch your foot get trampled Shoot a pistol in the air Make it so security can't handle The *** they got up on Rush Before the food kinda get crushed Rush, rush, we got it ***, ***, the 3-6 And when the show's over I wanna see nothing but bodies On the floor, everybody know the 3-6 rocks so hard I heard through the streets that a nigga Had said something about that nigga I think his name was Quincy Black When I walked up to his house I knocked up on his door When I came to the door then I hit him in the mouth and knocked him on the floor Then I hit him and hit him some more Then I told that ***in' boy See the red in his mouth about the mother***in' profit boys Country profit boys We hippies has in all of y'all Don't tear a rope around your throat to drag you like a dog Hit a mother***er, hit a mother***er Bitch Hit a mother***er, hit a mother***er I, I, I bet you won't Push a mother***er, push a mother***er Hulk Push a mother***er, push a mother***er I, I, I bet you won't Why you smiling in my face? Why you toss behind my back? Hit to you up, hit to you down When I start to attack Never can be faded Cause this lady rollin' the right click Married to this *** Call me Mrs. My bitch Smokin' octamols on you hoes By my damn self Never hangin' with you skanks Cause I'm bad for your health Playin' haters, I just dodge Callin' cars, watch yourself Keep you stanky like a boss Under the ***, hold your breath See my cell is with no rebar But look at the escorts I Knock, knock, they be my beasts Had all they block, work from east to south See I call up them niggas operator Tellin' me they was scared With you up on the house Had them in hell Lookin' out there See her tattle always tales Her freezes always smells My name don't listen, ain't gone Yeah, when they stunt, bitch, was it there? Still, all she really cares About her hair Here she thinks she stops I roll around her whole mouth Mother***er, I go down I bet you won't Hit a mother***er, hit a mother***er Hit a mother***er, hit a mother***er I bet you won't Push a mother***er, push a mother***er Push a mother***er, push a mother***er I bet you won't Hit a mother***er, hit a mother***er Hit a mother***er, hit a mother***er Push a mother***er, push a mother***er Push a mother***er, push a mother***er