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Da Mafia 6iX
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Grab da Gauge
Hook：(4x)
Grab my guage and then erase
Grab my guage and then erase
Ride up on the street
And put some niggas in the front page
Verse 1: Gangsta Boo
Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the feelin' ah this shit
This shit so funky cause way underneath the grounds are Triple 6
I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large
I keep you hataz out my face
Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage
My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game
I'm chargin' niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid
You hoes can't fuck wit me
I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hata
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Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later
Everybody wanna gossip he say she say dis and dat
You suckas need to grow up out that kiddy shit
Quit fakin' just cause da Three, Six, Mafia
Coming nine-six, to two G's bitch
Misses lady gangsta on that weed, kickin real shit
Just to let you know my partner ho come on the scenery
Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red beams
Now where you gon' go?
You can't hide your life is over kid
It's time for the killin'
Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch
Hook 4x
Verse 2: DJ Paul & Juicy J
[DJ Paul]
Man this nigga kill me
Tellin' these people that he's about to go nationwide
When he gotta drop his tapes of his self
Plus he gotta call Kim, to get a ride
[Juicy J]
I saw the motherfucka standin' out in front ah Best
Talkin' about, bout my tape
The nigga talk about the hard shit on that tape
Knowin' he sweet as cake
[DJ Paul]
The type ah nigga to tell these hoes
That's he about to blow the fuck up
The only blowin' up bitch you doin'
Is when I stick the grenade in your butt
[Juicy J]
Since Im smokin them mega blunts
I can't tell, ooh, he's a liar
I saw you for real
Hit that ill shit
You female buyer
[DJ Paul]
Juice man I know what you sayin'
These hoes be killin' me ever so softly
But little bit a bitch boy know
I be sellin' his first cassette or tape offa me
[Juicy J]
Don't forget about the dope
You enraged, after you got that page
From a doctor from the health department
Tellin' you are infected wid AIDS
[DJ Paul]
This ho boy holdin' card
Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it
Then he got fucked signed his contract
You bitch boy you's a fuckin' dummy
[Juicy J]
Lookin' tryna deal wid big time cars, still put 'em on dem CDs
Young nigga you'll never sell more than the Three 6, bitch please
Hook (4x)
Verse 3: Lord Infamous & Koopsta
Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian Arabic
Iraqie, Iranian, South American
Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some, loop
Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of your neck
Put your heart in the back
Then I sprinkle yo ash, headin strait to tha headquarter
Chief on the blunt of the Indicut down in my stash
I reside in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em
On Infamous Island where there is no smilin'
The niggas buckwildin the weapons are silenced
There's nothing but violence
Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em fuck wid the
Scarier, insanitarium, pallbearer carry 'em
There's no merry love, only murder blood
Then I take something worst
Out of all of these hollow points burst in disperse
Going through flesh and bone through the back of your shirt
You be burnt up and buried in dirt that'll work
The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas for shit
They can't get wid these bitches they'll never compare
I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 niggas still
Sufferin' every day dat I swear
[Koopsta Knicca]
I see dey fuccin pressule on they brother mane
It happens everyday don't make me grab the guage
Dangerously I play I best to kill wid guage
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet
Hook ('til fade)
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